Chapter 28: So Unlucky (4)

Pondering for a moment, Zhuo Qing suddenly stood up, picked up the thickest wooden stick on the ground, and walked to the big man's side. The big man was so shocked that his eyes widened. Zhuo Qing didn't say a word, picked up the wooden stick, and aimed it at the spot three centimeters behind his neck, hitting it hard! This blow was fast, accurate, and ruthless. The big man only had time to hum once before fainting.

Zhuo Qing squatted down, checked it again, and confirmed that the big man had indeed fainted before dropping the wooden stick in her hand. Lightly patting the wood chips on her hands, Zhuo Qing turned back to look at Qian Jing, who was lying halfway on the ground with a strange expression, and asked idly: "Is this okay now?"

Qian Jing was dumbfounded. This woman... Remembering their first meeting, she had also unexpectedly thrown a big man twice her size away. It seemed he had underestimated her. Qian Jing shook his head and laughed bitterly: "I have never seen a woman as fierce and savage as you."

Fierce and savage? Fine, Zhuo Qing replied nonchalantly: "Now you have." He was truly ignorant. If he had the chance to see Gu Yun, he would know what true fierceness and savagery were.

Walking to the cave entrance, she supported Ru Er to sit by the fire and said in a low voice: "Ru Er, help me burn the fire brighter."

Ru Er nodded hard. This girl's courage and insight were truly admirable.

After walking two steps, Zhuo Qing picked up the wooden stick on the ground again, handed it to Ru Er, and said: "Take this. If he wakes up, you give him another stick." She was mainly afraid that if the big man woke up halfway through her treating the wound, it would be troublesome.

Ru Er took the stick, which was thicker than her arm, looked at the unconscious big man beside her, and then looked at Zhuo Qing's cold and determined face. She swallowed hard and replied with difficulty: "I... I know."

Knowing that this was somewhat difficult for her, but there was no other way in the current situation. Zhuo Qing walked back to Qian Jing's side, helped him lie down, and said: "I will treat your wound first."

Qian Jing grabbed Zhuo Qing's hand, which was about to untie his collar, with a look of suspicion: "Can you do it?"

Zhuo Qing raised her eyebrows lightly. She was qualified as a surgeon, after all. Moreover, the number of surgeries she had performed was definitely not less than any other surgeon, and her research on human muscles, bones, and organs was something ordinary surgeons couldn't hope to match! Such a small surgery was a piece of cake for her.

Zhuo Qing reached out again, and Qian Jing shouted again: "Wait. Help me take out the medicine bottle at my waist."

After rummaging around his waist for a while, Zhuo Qing found a small porcelain bottle, opened the wooden stopper, and a faint medicinal scent wafted out. She tilted the bottle, but it was empty inside. Handing the medicine bottle to him, Zhuo Qing said faintly: "It's gone."

Gone? Qian Jing wailed. Why did it have to be at this time? Was heaven trying to kill him!

The scent of this medicine was very familiar. Zhuo Qing lowered her head and searched in the secret pocket of her belt for a while, took out a small cloth bag, opened it carefully, and took a look. Zhuo Qing secretly rejoiced, handed the small pill in her hand to Qian Jing, and smiled: "You're lucky; fortunately, it didn't get wet. Eat it." Back then, he said this medicine was a panacea for stopping bleeding, resolving stasis, calming the mind, detoxifying, and dispelling wind! She hoped it was true.

"This is?" Qian Jing took a look. This was the medicine he had given her last time. So she hadn't thrown it away.

Picking up two thin blades, Zhuo Qing examined them carefully. The blades were very sharp, and the thickness was just right. Finally, she selected one, turned her back to Qian Jing, placed the blade over the fire to bake, and said in a low voice: "You better keep this life of yours; you owe me a hundred taels now."

Looking at that beautiful figure with her back to her, Qian Jing felt a strange feeling rising in his heart. Sighing low, Qian Jing sighed: "Fine, let's start."

Holding the makeshift scalpel, Zhuo Qing walked to Qian Jing's side and comforted him: "You have to endure it; it will be quick."

"Come on!" Qian Jing looked like he was ready to die. Zhuo Qing couldn't help but laugh; he still had the mood to joke at a time like this!

Blood had stuck the clothing and skin together. Zhuo Qing carefully tore open the collar. Under the firelight, Zhuo Qing carefully studied the position of the blade and then acted without hesitation—

"Mm! Ah~" Without anesthesia, cutting the wound raw—the pain could be imagined. Although Qian Jing's endurance was already astonishing, the natural muscle contraction and unconscious violent resistance caused by the pain made it difficult for her to cut. Zhuo Qing frowned. She really wasn't suited for surgery! By comparison, she still preferred corpses, because they would definitely be obedient and let her do whatever she wanted.

Accurately cutting open the adhered muscle tissue, it only took ten minutes to remove all the barbs. Throwing the murder weapon to the side, Zhuo Qing looked at Qian Jing. He had been clenching his fists tightly. Under the firelight, his complexion was dark red, and sweat beads rolled down his cheeks to the ground, his breathing chaotic and heavy. Gently patting his cheek, Zhuo Qing said in a deep voice: "Qian Jing, it's already done; relax."

Although the murder weapon had been removed, there were no disinfectants, let alone suturing tools. Fortunately, compared to similar surgeries, the bleeding volume of Qian Jing's wound was surprisingly small. Was it true that in martial arts novels, after sealing a certain acupoint, the blood could be temporarily stopped? This was too magical; she could really study it well!

The problem now was what she could use to bandage his wound first to prevent infection. She couldn't tear her clothes anymore, or she would be naked!

*Rip—* Just as Zhuo Qing was worrying, the sound of cloth being torn rang out. Zhuo Qing turned back and saw Ru Er grabbing a large piece of cloth and handing it to her, saying: "Here."

With two legs exposed outside, Ru Er probably wasn't used to it, but she still handed the skirt hem to Zhuo Qing firmly. Zhuo Qing took the cloth and smiled gratefully: "Thank you."

Ru Er shook her head embarrassedly. She hadn't helped them with anything. If they hadn't saved her, she would have been humiliated long ago.

Zhuo Qing took the cloth, tore it into long strips, connected them, helped Qian Jing sit up, and bandaged the wound quickly. After the severe pain, Qian Jing's brain became clearer instead. Looking at Zhuo Qing, who was busy bandaging his wound skillfully, Qian Jing's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he panted and asked: "Are you... a physician?"

Qian Jing secretly pondered her identity. Facing blood and ferocious wounds, she was calm and composed, her knife work steady and without hesitation. The skillful technique made one have to admire her. That she knew medicine was beyond doubt, but her familiarity with wounds was as if she had treated such wounds thousands of times. Ordinary physicians at most took pulses and boiled some medicine; they didn't have many opportunities to come into contact with such knife wounds, especially since she was still a young lady of a wealthy family.

A physician? "I suppose so." A forensic doctor is also a physician, right? After bandaging the wound, Zhuo Qing let out a long sigh of relief and sat on the ground, exhausted, saying: "You rest for a while; we will..."

Qian Jing suddenly froze his phoenix eyes, his face gloomy. He grabbed Zhuo Qing's wrist and said in a low voice: "Someone is here!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 29 =====