The Seventh Bride of President

The butler was sobbing: "This old servant has lived for most of his life, so he has seen the world anyway, but this is the first time he has seen this method of healing the wounded.

I have only seen, heard, and asked, how can anyone use a knife and a branding iron to treat the wounded, no wonder the high priest also misunderstood..."

The corners of Mo Siyu's lips twitched, with a sharp smile on his face: "In front of so many of you, if I can't cure it, I'll just tell you.

If I am sure that I can heal well, I can't kill people under the gaze of so many eyes of you, right? "

Chu Chuyan returned to Mo Siyu's side: "In the process of treatment, sometimes every second is very important, Brother Yu didn't make it clear because he didn't have time to talk so much.

For example, brother Yu is just like an ordinary doctor, so he wouldn't be invited here by the people from your priest's residence. "

The butler was noncommittal, looked at Aoki who was tied up like a hedgehog on the bed, and asked, "What's going on?"

Mo Siyu wiped the blood on the knife with a white cotton cloth, "This young master has a strange poison in his body, and he used his body to raise Gu worms.

If it wasn't for these blood gu worms making trouble in his body, it is impossible for his wound to heal for a long time.

I used the branding iron to scald the blood Gu worms in his body to death, as long as the mother blood Gu worms die, the blood Gu worms of the offspring will definitely make trouble, and then stab these things to death with golden needles, his life will be saved.

As long as you treat it with ordinary medicine, the wound will heal quickly..."

While talking, Mo Siyu suddenly whispered "Oh".

"Injured?" Chu Chuyan's gaze immediately fell on Mo Siyu's finger that was wiping the blade, and saw that the sharp blade cut Mo Siyu's finger that was covered in black and red blood. Wound.

Chu Chuyan was about to wipe Chu Chuyan's wound with a white clean cotton cloth, but he didn't expect that the seemingly dying man who was lying on the bed just now didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly sat up from the bed and grabbed it. Touching Mo Siyu's finger, she pulled her wound to the front...

I saw the bright red blood from Mo Siyu's fingertips gushing out from the wound, mixing with the black-red blood already stained on the fingertips...

After a while, the blood was slowly stopped from the extremely tiny wound...

Mo Siyu forcefully pulled his fingers out of Aoki's hand, and clenched into a fist: "The golden needle on your body has not been pulled out, so you should not move it around, it will cause qi and blood to flow..."

The housekeeper hurriedly supported Aoki, and put him on the bed: "Master Aoki should lie down well, Mr. Yu just got a small cut by this blade, it's fine, don't worry too much."

Chu Chuyan soaked the white cotton cloth in the wine, wrung it dry, wiped off Mo Siyu's slender and soft fingers, and wiped off the black and red blood on the blade... ...

At this moment, Mo Siyu didn't want to stay in the priest's mansion any longer at all, so he gave some prescriptions for the most common wound medicines, quickly pulled out the gold needles inserted in the wounded patients, cleaned up his things, and lifted his feet outside Go: "High Priest, the blood from this young master's wound has stopped, it's getting late, we should go back."

Qin Wuyan handed her the knife that cut iron like mud: "For you."

Mo Siyu stared at the knife, and politely refused: "The high priest should give me a consultation. Although this knife is good, it is not worth the money."

She smiled, and said in a worldly tone: "After all, I live in the best inn in Yuecheng now. I spend money for food, clothing, lodging, transportation, and service."