Chapter 354: Greed for Beauty!

"Sss—"

The second red-hot blade was pressed firmly against the man's severed leg.

Smoke rose, and the scent of charred flesh filled the air.

After his third scream, the man finally could not withstand the intense pain; his body went limp, and he fainted.

Luo Zijun lowered his head to observe carefully for a moment before dropping the blade in his hand and moving over to check the man's heartbeat, breathing, and pulse rate.

"What exactly is this kid doing?"

"Is this how one treats an illness?"

The muscles on the one-eyed man's face twitched, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, the blade he had drawn still not yet put away.

Shui Wu's face turned deathly pale, and she did not answer.

Wang Qiangzhuang said from the doorway: "The patient's leg has already rotted; if it is not severed, the toxins will travel up through the flesh and blood, and by then, his stomach and internal organs will all rot, and even the gods could not save him."

The one-eyed man turned his head to look at her and said: "Are you a doctor too?"

Wang Qiangzhuang said with a serious face: "I have seen him treat illnesses, and I have heard him say this as well."

The one-eyed man remained somewhat suspicious: "Then why use a red-hot iron blade to keep torturing him?"

"It should be to stop the bleeding."

At this moment, Shui Wu spoke up.

After checking the man's body and confirming that he had only fainted due to the pain, Luo Zijun spoke to explain: "Stopping the bleeding is an important reason. There is a major artery in the leg; after severing the leg, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, blood will immediately spray out, and he will go into shock and die. The red-hot blade can seal the blood vessels at the fastest speed and stop the bleeding. There is another reason, which is to kill bacteria."

"Kill... kill what?"

The few of them were all bewildered, having never heard this term before.

Luo Zijun looked at them and said: "The rotted part of the leg has many bacteria, and even after it is severed, many remain hidden at the stump. Furthermore, the fresh flesh exposed after the cut will also attract many bacteria. If one does not use a red-hot blade to cauterize that area of flesh in time, and since there are no antibacterial drugs here, the patient will very likely die from infection."

"Of course, there should still be some bacteria inside the patient's body now, which will require some medication to assist, along with his own body's white blood cells to clear them out on their own."

Although the few of them still only half-understood, seeing him speak with such confidence and rattle off so many profound and unheard-of medical terms, they suddenly felt that this kid might really have the ability to bring the dead back to life!

After all, the doctors who had come before had only said one thing: prepare for the funeral.

"What other medicine is needed?"

Hope rekindled in Shui Wu's heart, and she hurriedly asked with caution.

At this moment, her eyes, expression, and tone all unconsciously became respectful and careful, losing their previous edge.

"I have everything here; you just need to pay."

Luo Zijun walked to the table, took five bulging medicine packets out of his Storage Bag, and then took out two porcelain bottles, placing them on the table as he said: "Boil the medicine later; boil these two packets first. After he wakes up, feed it to him, then feed him one pill from this porcelain bottle... wait until tomorrow..."

Shui Wu immediately held her breath and focused, firmly memorizing every word he said in her heart.

"Tomorrow evening, if his fever has not broken, I will give you another type of medicine."

If the fever still hadn't broken by tomorrow night, he would only be able to try using a simplified version of "Penicillin," and as for whether it would poison the patient to death, that would be up to the heavens.

"If the fever successfully breaks and he regains consciousness, then there will be no major problems."

After Luo Zijun finished speaking, he held out his hand and said: "Alright, pay up."

Shui Wu was stunned for a moment and said: "How much money?"

The one-eyed man to the side said angrily: "Kid, you still dare to ask for money? Your life and the lives of your friends are still in our hands!"

Luo Zijun looked at him and said: "I am treating his illness, cutting off his leg and stopping the bleeding—these can be free of charge, but the medicine on the table was painstakingly refined by my Senior Sister. It was originally for my own use, but now that I have taken it all out for you, naturally, I must ask for payment."

The one-eyed man was about to speak again, but Shui Wu took a money pouch from her bosom and said: "How much? I will give it to you."

Luo Zijun held up five fingers and said: "This medicine is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold. If it were anyone else, I would dare to charge ten thousand taels, but as for Young Lady Shui Wu, I feel like I have known you for a long time, so I will just charge you five thousand taels."

The room suddenly fell into a brief silence.

Wang Qiangzhuang at the door couldn't help but let the corner of his mouth twitch a few times.

"I only have five taels of silver."

Shui Wu poured out all the silver fragments in her pouch and counted them carefully; there wasn't even five taels, only four taels and nine mace.

"Here."

She stuffed the silver directly into Luo Zijun's hand, her pair of pitch-black eyes fixed on him.

Luo Zijun was speechless and had no choice but to look at the one-eyed man to the side, saying: "Young Lady Shui Wu, don't you call him Kun Shu? He looks like he has plenty of money; you could borrow from him."

The one-eyed man: "???"

"Aw u, Uncle still has to go return the furnace; Old Man Wang is still waiting to forge a blade. Don't be fooled by this kid; this is our territory. It is he who should be begging you, not you begging him. If he doesn't listen, hit him—hit him hard!"

The one-eyed man did not dare to linger, picked up the furnace, and left in a hurry.

His few subordinates standing outside the door also hurriedly followed and left.

Shui Wu walked to the bedside, positioned the man on the bed properly, covered him with the quilt, and cast her gaze toward the rotted severed leg on the floor.

"Take it out and bury it; it's useless now."

Luo Zijun put away the silver fragments, his gaze suddenly falling on the golden bracelet on her wrist. He gave a "cough-cough" and said: "Young Lady Shui Wu, if there is no silver, other things will do as well; I like gold."

Shui Wu glanced at him, followed his gaze to look at her own wrist, paused, then looked back at him and said: "Are you truly not afraid of death?"

Luo Zijun said: "Afraid, of course I am afraid. But I believe Young Lady Shui Wu would not return evil for good; your father has not recovered yet."

Shui Wu said: "And what if he recovers?"

Luo Zijun said with a calm face: "In this world, the thing there is no shortage of is patients, especially in places like this, out in the wilderness where there are many people. I believe my value here is definitely much higher than the gold on Young Lady Shui Wu's wrist."

Shui Wu looked at him with a cold gaze and did not speak again.

"Give it to him."

At this moment, the middle-aged man lying on the bed who had previously fainted suddenly spoke.

"Father!"

Shui Wu immediately went over, her face full of surprise.

The man on the bed grasped her hand and said, "I feel a bit more clear-headed; that brat does have some real skill after all. However, I will never forget how he severed my leg and stepped on my stomach. Whatever he wants right now, just give it to him first; once I have recovered, we shall settle the score."

Luo Zijun said, "Uncle, is this how you repay kindness with ingratitude and threaten a doctor?"