Chapter 72

The little girl outside heard the voices inside, and she pounded the mountain gate harder and harder, loudly begging: "Master, please, my grandfather is injured, please save him!"

Murong Feiyan, hearing this, no longer cared what Hu Xiaotian said, and immediately pulled open the temple door.

Seeing the temple door open, the girl could no longer support herself and collapsed limply to the ground; Murong Feiyan hurriedly rushed forward and lifted her up. The girl's face was pallid, her body trembling as she whispered, "My grandfather… my grandfather…" and pointed a finger down the mountain.

Hu Xiaotian looked down the mountain by the lightning's flash, and indeed saw a dark mass at the end of the stairs. He worried there might be a trick, for just moments ago he had narrowly escaped being harmed by those monks, and now he was careful about everything.

Murong Feiyan knew what he was worried about, set the girl down, and whispered, "I'll go with you!"

Hu Xiaotian nodded; with Murong Feiyan beside him, at least safety was somewhat assured. The two descended the steps to the dark shape, where they found an elderly man with white hair, dressed in black, lying face down on the ground, his body soaked in blood, appearing gravely injured. Hu Xiaotian felt his neck and checked his breath, first confirming the old man was still alive.

With Murong Feiyan's help, Hu Xiaotian hoisted the old man onto his back; fortunately the old man was thin and weak, weighing little over a hundred jin, so carrying him did not require much effort.

Murong Feiyan assisted from the side, arriving at the temple gate and helping the little girl to her feet; the girl was quite strong-willed, not shedding a single tear from start to finish, but she had exhausted her strength and could no longer walk.

Hu Xiaotian and Murong Feiyan brought the old man and the girl back into the temple; Murong Feiyan closed the temple door again. At that moment, Shao Yijiao and Li Jin Hao, hearing the commotion, rushed over, and Li Jin Hao took the old man from Hu Xiaotian's back, first bringing the elderly man and the girl to the side hall.

Liang Da Zhuang and Hu Fo had just fallen asleep when they were startled awake; seeing several people bringing a blood-soaked old man over, they also hurried over.

Hu Xiaotian said, "First place him on the offering table, and be careful."

Several people joined together to lay the old man on the offering table.

Hu Xiaotian took the dry towel Liang Da Zhuang handed him, wiped his face, let out a long breath, and returned to the old man's side. The white-clad little girl tightly gripped the old man's withered right hand; her expression showed panic and sorrow, though her eyes held no tears.

Hu Xiaotian reached out to lightly pat the girl's shoulder, but unexpectedly she suddenly turned, her clear, bright eyes flashing with uncontainable anger as they locked onto Hu Xiaotian; her expression startled him greatly. Though young, she bore an indescribable aura of authority, her demeanor stern and inviolable.

Hu Xiaotian, somewhat embarrassed, withdrew his hand: "Little sister, I only wanted to check your grandfather's injury."

In her clear, beautiful eyes appeared a complex gaze utterly mismatched with her age; she bit her bloodless lips and whispered, "Are you a doctor?"

Hu Xiaotian least wanted to pursue this profession in this life, yet after crossing time and space to here, he had not forgotten the medical skills he had learned before; if he knew nothing about medicine it would be excusable, but he clearly understood medicine and clearly possessed the ability to save lives—how could he just stand by? Hu Xiaotian pressed his lips, finally nodding and saying: "I know a little; though not expert, I think you have no better choice left." The girl then fell silent, Murong Feiyan came to her side and softly urged: "Little sister, why don't I take you to change clothes? I'll leave him in your care for now." The girl stubbornly shook her head: "I'm staying right here, I'm not going anywhere!" Hu Xiaotian really felt both amused and exasperated; he had already told Murong Feiyan not to meddle, but now things were fine—he had directly picked up two troubles from outside. He had Hu Fo boil a pot of hot water, and had Liang Da Zhuang take out the surgical tool kit that Li Yifeng had given him. The old man's body was soaked in blood, obviously seriously injured; blood had stuck his clothes to his skin in many places. Hu Xiaotian took out scissors and carefully cut open the old man's clothes. This old man was extremely thin, almost skin and bones, likely from excessive blood loss; his skin was pallid. He had two knife wounds on his abdomen, which judging by location were not fatal, but his lower half was drenched in blood. When Hu Xiaotian cut open the old man's trouser leg, Murong Feiyan could not bear to look and turned away. The girl bit her lip hard, silently turned and walked out the door. Murong Feiyan hurriedly followed her out, expecting the girl to be heartbroken and tearful, but upon catching up she found the girl's expression was sad yet her gaze grew increasingly resolute in the night. Hu Xiaotian cut open the old man's trouser leg and saw that his right leg from the knee down had almost been crushed into pulp; because it had been soaked in water for a long time, the flesh around the wound had turned pale. Hu Xiaotian immediately judged that the old man's right leg could probably not be saved. Although his left leg also bore many knife wounds, they seemed not to have reached the bone, appearing bloody but only superficial injuries. Hu Xiaotian finally cut open the old man's **, and the sight before him made him start: the old man's crotch was completely empty, that organ having been severed at the root some time ago. Liang Da Zhuang beside him exclaimed softly: "He has no **……" Hu Xiaotian glared at him fiercely, and Liang Da Zhuang hastily covered his mouth. After Hu Xiaotian finished examining the old man's wounds, he came outside; Murong Feiyan accompanied the girl as they stood there for a long time, yet the two exchanged not a word. Murong Feiyan asked: "How is the situation?" Hu Xiaotian replied: "The situation is very serious; the right leg cannot be saved, amputation must be performed immediately, otherwise infection will occur." The girl turned to face him, quietly gazing at Hu Xiaotian and asked: "Can his life be saved?" Hu Xiaotian did not answer her question, first asking: "How many days has his leg been injured?" The girl bit her lip, clearly considering whether to answer Hu Xiaotian truthfully, and after a moment said: "Two days!" Hu Xiaotian sighed inwardly; if what the little girl said were all true, then the old man's vitality was strong enough—despite such severe injury and the onset of serious anemia, still being able to hold on until now was already quite remarkable. He stated frankly: "The patient's condition is very serious; even if I could help him undergo amputation surgery, I could hardly guarantee he would survive." The girl asked: "If we don't save him, will he surely die?" Hu Xiaotian was somewhat puzzled by the word "surgery" in his speech. Hu Xiaotian nodded without hesitation: if he did not intervene, the old man would certainly die. If it were another girl, she would probably have burst into tears by now, or at least be utterly panicked, but this girl not only did not cry, she displayed an unusual composure far beyond her years, nodding and saying: "Save him!" "But……" Hu Xiaotian still harbored doubts; he did not have full confidence he could save this old man, even though this era required no medical license nor preoperative signature, yet if the patient died, would his kin blame him? Moreover, the origins of this old man and this girl were unknown, and it was unclear whether they were good or bad. The girl said: "Don't worry, I won't blame you for anything that happens." Hu Xiaotian said: "Words alone are not enough; you still need to give a written pledge." One must not harbor harmful intent, but neither should one be without caution; it is wise to keep a reserve. The girl said: "All right!" While Hu Xiaotian prepared for the operation, Murong Feiyan fetched paper and brush, and the girl immediately wrote the pledge beside them; though young, her handwriting was elegant and graceful, like phoenixes flying and dancing, truly beautiful to the utmost. Murong Feiyan watched, secretly marveling, and inferred that this girl was certainly not from an ordinary family. *************************************Kept failing to get up, tried many methods, I don't know why the backend is acting up today? If it can be posted normally, please give Three Jiang Ticket for encouragement!

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