Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11794

Yang Ruoqing felt that the weasel should be able to understand her language, because when she finished speaking and stretched out her hand, its originally droopy ears twitched slightly.

He slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and stared warily at Yang Ruoqing, without making any move to attack.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing slowly reached out her hand to pick it up and check its injuries.

After all, its fur was now covered in blood, making it impossible to see the extent of its injuries.

Just as Yang Ruoqing's hand was about to roughly touch the weasel's fur, a cry suddenly came from under the weasel's curled-up body.

The cry was very childish, even with a hint of babyishness, like... a cub?
Upon hearing the cries of its young, the injured weasel tensed up immediately, its long, sharp beak snapping at Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Fortunately, Yang Ruoqing reacted quickly and pulled her hand back in time. Even so, the tip of her glove was still caught by the weasel's sharp teeth, tearing a hole through which her fingers could be seen.

"Sister Qing'er, be careful!" Kang Xiaozi witnessed everything happen so quickly, right under his nose, that he broke out in a cold sweat and shouted out.

"I'm fine, don't panic..."

"Qing'er, how are you?"

"What happened?"

Yang Huazhong and the others, who were about three meters away, heard the commotion and rushed over.

Yang Ruoqing watched them rush over. Oh my god, she hadn't even had a chance to stop Kang Xiaozi before the bad result came out. A group of people were alarmed and surrounded her, asking questions. The emotions she had just calmed down after dealing with the weasel were immediately shattered.

Furthermore, the weasel became increasingly wary upon seeing so many people approaching, especially since it also noticed that the person who had previously injured it was among them. Yang Huaming hadn't even had time to change his clothes, which were still stained with the weasel's blood.

Now, the weasel was even more agitated, almost bristling with fur. Although it couldn't move, it lay there with its last strength, baring its teeth at the group of humans, letting out angry growls, making a final struggle and warning...

Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming, "I'm fine. This is its normal reaction, as expected."

"Qing'er, just tell us what you want to do, and we'll lend you a hand!" Yang Huazhong said.

Although the weasel was considered unlucky, Yang Huazhong was more worried about his daughter being bitten.

So no matter how bizarre something is, he's willing to take on the challenge.

Yang Ruoqing understood Yang Huazhong's feelings, but if she really let them stay, it would only increase the weasel's fear and resistance.

"Father, Fourth Uncle, please believe me. Why don't you step aside first? I'll call you over later."

"Alright... fine! Let's go, let's listen to Qing'er."

"Kang boy, you come over here too."

"Sister Qing'er..."

"obedient!"

"All right!"

Once they had all stepped aside, Yang Ruoqing once again used her voice to soothe the weasel.

However, after the earlier commotion, especially when Yang Huaming rushed over and saw that Yang Ruoqing's gloves had been bitten through and her fingers were exposed, Yang Huaming shouted and almost picked up his machete to chop the weasel again... The commotion agitated the weasel again, so now the weasel is very restless.

Because of its restlessness and constant writhing, the blood from its wounds increased. If this continued, even a miracle might not be able to save it. "I'm sorry!" Seeing that she couldn't soothe it, Yang Ruoqing flashed a cold light in her hand and threw out the silver needles she had prepared.

Whoosh whoosh!
Three silver needles were inserted into different acupoints on the head, abdomen, and coccyx of the weasel.

"Ow~"

After a pitiful and helpless wail, the already injured and weak weasel could not withstand the power of the silver needles and its head lolled to the side as it fainted.

Yang Ruoqing gestured to Yang Huazhong and the others who were not far behind her, and they all lowered their voices and gathered around again.

"I'll take the weasel out first. There might be some baby weasels underneath. Be careful not to scare them."

Everyone nodded.

Yang Ruoqing carefully picked up the weasel and placed it on the grass to the side, then began to check its injuries.

And in the crater it had crawled in, there were indeed three cubs curled up.

The cubs hadn't even opened their eyes yet, but they were all plump and chubby thanks to their mother. Although they couldn't see what the world looked like, the strong smell of their mother's blood made them instinctively uneasy. So the three little ones huddled together in the pit, whimpering and calling out as if they were calling for their mother.

"Hey, these little things are really rare to look at." Yang Huaming had never seen weasel cubs before, and now that he saw them, he found them quite interesting.

Yang Huazhong's focus wasn't on the little ones; he took off his coat and gently covered the three little ones with it.

When they were covered up instead of being directly exposed to the air, the sense of security that came from being covered gradually calmed the three whimpering little ones down, and the three little guys huddled together and started to sleep again.

Yang Huazhong gently stroked the three cubs twice, then his gaze fell on the severely injured weasel mother beside him.

Yang Huazhong wanted to ask about the weasel's injuries, but he swallowed his words because Yang Ruoqing was busy examining the weasel's wounds.

"Ping An, bring the medicinal wine over," Yang Ruoqing instructed.

The proper way to clean a wound is to boil water and let it cool, but there's no such option in this mountain forest, so Yang Ruoqing could only use the medicinal wine and gauze from her medicine box to clean the wound.

When the gauze soaked in medicinal wine was used to wipe the wound, even though she was unconscious, the pungent burning sensation of the medicinal wine still made the weasel mother's body suddenly stiffen.

"Don't be afraid, I'm saving you." Yang Ruoqing gently stroked its fur and whispered a few words in its ear.

The twitching eyelids gradually calmed down...

Yang Ruoqing then proceeded to clean the wound, apply hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder, and then suture the wound.

After suturing, the wound was finally wrapped with gauze in layers.

"Qing'er, how are you? Can you save her from this injury?" Yang Huazhong had been holding back for a long time, but now he couldn't help but ask.

Yang Huaming also listened intently. What he feared most was causing bloodshed and sin. His family had finally prospered, with the addition of a grandson and a great-grandson, and his youngest son was going to take the imperial examination for the lowest degree next year...

Yang Ruoqing wiped her fingers and said to them, "Luckily, the knife was cut a little off-center and didn't reach the carotid artery, otherwise even a god couldn't have saved him."

The implication is that the patient can be saved.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Huaming even put his hands together and said repeatedly, "Thank you, Bodhisattva, for your blessing. We've been saved. Hopefully, you won't take revenge on me now."