Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

Chapter 142: Concealing the truth

The red sun breaks through the clouds in the sky, dyeing the sky a golden red. The red sun is like a hot golden pancake, awakening the sleeping earth and the greedy people.

Qin Bingrui was of course melancholy. The ancients had nothing to divert their attention. Those people who had nothing to do were busy thinking all day long, and each of them was full of calculations and had eight hundred ideas in mind.

You can hide it for the last meal, but you can’t hide it for the next meal.

He didn't think that his future brain would be better than that of the ancients. If he didn't have this predictive ability, he thought that he, Sister Luo Yu, and Xia Liang might have died hundreds of times.

Now, he could only take a chance and send Sister Luo Qie to the town's clinic for treatment. While the people from the Imperial City Bureau were still searching for the white tiger in the mountains, he had to send Xia Liang to King Ning of Lezhu County.

Only in this way could the people of the Imperial City Division not have thought that Baihu would return to Prince Ning's team.

This tactic was so deceptive it would soon be discovered by the Imperial City Division. By then, Prince Ning would have already crossed the Wan River with Baihu, and Xia Liang would naturally find a way to escape. At that point, it would be even more difficult for the Imperial City Division to find Baihu.

After crossing Wanjiang, there are countless mountains and ridges, which is the paradise of white tigers.

After running for an hour, they finally arrived at the nearest town. There was a run-down small clinic in the town, guarded by an old man and a young apprentice.

Qin Bingrui was afraid that Luo Hong would not be able to survive until Lezhu County, so he had no choice but to hand Luo Hong over to Master Murong and gave him a bag of silver.

"Master Murong, my sister is depending on you. If you take good care of her, you might be able to get her a wife."

"..."

Murong smiled helplessly. Although the two girls didn't have any bad intentions, they were clearly taking advantage of others.

Before he could even think of refusing, Qin Bingrui handed the old man in the clinic another gold leaf and said to him, "Doctor, you must treat my sister well. I'll be back soon. If anything happens to my sister, I'll make sure you're in trouble."

By the way, he pointed at Mr. Murong and said, "This is my sister's husband. If you need anything, just arrange it with him."

After saying this, the man drove the carriage and disappeared into the only street in the town.

Murong was speechless again.

Doctor Liu looked at the golden leaves, his eyes shining with gold. If he wasn't afraid of being seen and remembered, he would have wanted to put them to his lips and take a bite.

Now, let alone asking him to cure a girl, even if he was given a few more patients, he would treat them with utmost respect, after all, he was the best doctor within a hundred miles.

The servant saw the golden leaves and his eyes flashed. He asked Doctor Liu in a low voice: "Master, is there any hope for our clinic?"

There have always been only poor patients with overdue medical bills, but even so, Old Man Liu has never thought of leaving this shabby small town clinic.

Young Master Murong could see that the old man's medical skills were not bad. Although the clinic looked shabby from the outside, the inside was tidy and very clean, with all kinds of Chinese herbal medicine labels pasted on the outside of the cabinets and drawers.

Doctor Liu carefully put away the gold leaf and whispered to Master Murong, "Excuse me, sir, what is your surname? My last name is Liu, and everyone within a hundred miles likes to call me Liu Huatuo."

After saying that, he chuckled twice.

Murong cupped his hands and said respectfully, "My name is Murong Huaijin. I hope Liu Huatuo can treat Miss Bai well."

"Isn't she your wife? Oh, so you're a newlywed couple. Don't be shy, it's like this when you first get married. Come, Master Murong, come and help carry your wife to the back room."

Murong: "..."

A moment later, in the back room.

Old Man Liu took a few glances at the patient's condition and knew how to solve the problem. He simply sent his young apprentice out to prepare everything. He turned to Murong and asked, "It's reasonable for me not to touch this woman's body lightly, so you have to do it, young master. I'll explain the operation to you and you just follow."

After a while, he asked again, "Do you mind if an old man like me looks at your wife's left shoulder?"

Before Murong could speak, Luo Yu used all his strength to say, "Doctor, it's okay for you to do it yourself. Saving lives is the most important thing."

Then one hand tightly grasped Murong's hand, asking him to quickly take off the sleeve of her left shoulder.

The ancients were so nagging. If she hadn't been so lucky, a weak person would have died long ago.

Murong did not hesitate any longer. If he really wanted to take responsibility, he would just marry her. He also admired Miss Luo Yu's tenacious vitality to survive.

He gently pushed aside one side of her skirt with his hand, and when her snow-white arms were exposed, he was slightly stunned.

The wound had already festered, and mottled blood stains had dyed her originally fair skin red. Luo Yu's face was covered with layers of sweat. He touched her forehead, which seemed a little hot.

"Doctor Liu, her forehead is burning hot."

"I know, I know. Don't worry. I'll use pliers to pull the iron arrow out from the back. You can use a handkerchief for your wife to bite. I think it will hurt a little."

Murong took out the handkerchief and found that it was stained with blood and felt a little dirty, so he turned up his sleeve and folded it over, letting Luo Yu bite it.

Fortunately, a small section of the arrowhead was exposed. They had previously broken the arrow shaft to reduce the damage. After careful operation by Doctor Liu, Luo Yu made a dull sound and the arrowhead was pulled out steadily.

They stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound, but left it to fate whether the wound would get infected.

Doctor Liu finished everything and whispered to Murong, "Young Master, I'll prescribe some medicine for your wife later. Don't worry, the tools I used to clean the arrowhead and the wound were all roasted over a fierce fire for half a quarter of an hour. While I can't guarantee the wound won't get infected, the success rate is much higher."

Murong knew that people who were stabbed or shot by arrows would either die from excessive blood loss or from infection of the wound at a later stage. This doctor actually thought of avoiding infection, which showed that he had some medical skills.

Luo Yu, who was in a daze, could hear what the doctor said, but the wound had not been disinfected properly, so the probability of infection was still quite high. He could only hope that he would be lucky and have a long life!

If she wakes up, she will definitely teach Liu Huatuo how to make medical ethanol. He seems to have his own insights into the study of medical skills.

Murong stayed by her side all the time, cooling her down, feeding her and giving her medicine. After all, he was her husband. Miss Qin was really meticulous, and every step was in her plan.

Two hours later, Qin Bingrui took Baihu to Lezhu County without a break.

She passed by several tea stalls on the way but didn't stop to drink a sip of water. Her throat was now dry.

Prince Ning's men were waiting for her at the city gate. When she entered the largest Yunqi Inn, she found out that Prince Ning Zhu Jinyou had booked the entire building. Damn, her sister Luo Hong had suffered so much, but this guy really knew how to enjoy life.

People really cannot be compared.

His Royal Highness Prince Ning leaned back on the couch in the hall, with maids on both sides fanning him gently and one of them pouring and serving tea for him.

Qin Bingrui's brows twitched, and he wanted to rush over to break those broken fans and throw them away.

"Miss Qin, our master has been waiting for you for more than two hours. Did something happen on the way?"

After a few days of contact, Song Si and Qin Bingrui talked more.

"I have to thank you for losing the White Tiger. I had a hard time finding it, ran into people from the Imperial City Bureau, and was chased by a group of assassins sent by the Bai family. My sister was shot by an arrow, and I'm afraid she won't be able to leave for a while."

When Prince Ning heard this, his brows moved slightly.

"Oh, where was Miss Bai injured? Was she seriously injured?"

"He probably won't die, but he's hanging on by a thread."

When she said her sister was dying, her expression didn't seem to show any sadness, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Who knows if it is true or false.