It was no wonder that Cheng Ying had this kind of doubt. The treatment method that Song Qingshu mentioned was too shocking. He actually needed to crush the leg first …
With the medical level of this world, the shock that the two women felt at this moment was probably similar to that of Cao Cao when he heard that Hua Tuo wanted to open his skull for ventilation.
The most important thing was that although Lu Wushuang was a little lame, her left leg could still support her walking. If her leg was crushed and could not be put back, she would become completely disabled. It was unknown whether she would be able to stand in the future. Was it really worth taking such a big risk?
"Miss Cheng, do you think that Song Mou looks like a madman?" Song Qingshu just looked at her like that.
"Of course not." Cheng Ying quickly replied and then added a sentence in her heart, "Although he doesn't look like a madman, he looks like a frivolous playboy."
"Since I am not a madman, why would I do something that I am not sure of?" Song Qingshu smiled and then looked at Lu Wushuang, "Miss Lu, think about it carefully whether you want to treat it or not. When you have made up your mind, come to me. But it's best to be quick. I am afraid that I will not stay in the Lu Mansion for long." Then he stood up and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Before he took the first step, Lu Wushuang stopped him, "There is no need to think about it. Let's do it now. I am willing to accept the treatment."
"Cousin." Cheng Ying held her hand with a worried look on her face.
Lu Wushuang smiled sadly, "Cousin, instead of being crippled for the rest of your life, it is better to take a risk. Even if you fail in the end, it will not be too bad."
Song Qingshu showed a strange expression. It was really unexpected that she could be so open-minded.
Cheng Ying also knew that the cripple had become a knot in her cousin's heart. Seeing that she had made up her mind, she no longer tried to persuade her. Instead, she turned to Song Qingshu and bowed, "Then I will have to trouble you, young master."
Song Qingshu nodded and wrung the towel in the basin and handed it to Lu Wushuang, "Bite this, it will hurt later."
This time, Lu Wushuang didn't fight back. Instead, she obediently put the towel in her mouth. However, she was a little girl after all. When she thought that her leg was about to be broken, her face turned pale. She turned around and hugged Cheng Ying tightly. At this time, only her cousin could give her a sense of security.
Cheng Ying hurriedly held her in his arms. Feeling her trembling body, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Song Qingshu held Lu Wushuang's smooth and well-proportioned calf, caressing the delicate skin. Once again, he found the place where she had been injured when she was young. Suddenly, he exerted his internal energy and squeezed. With a 'kacha' sound, her leg bone broke again.
"Ah!" Lu Wushuang screamed. She suddenly sat up straight and pushed Cheng Ying away. Her strength was so great that Cheng Ying fell onto the bed.
Lu Wushuang's face was filled with pain. Because her mouth was open, the towel in her mouth fell out.
Song Qingshu frowned. He had to completely break the crooked bone. Only then would he be able to repair it. He had only started the first step. Next, there would be a few more painful ones. Right now, Lu Wushuang didn't have a towel in her mouth. If she bit her tongue, it would be terrible.
But since he had already started, he had to continue. If he stopped midway, not only would it not be effective, it would have the opposite effect.
The second wave of pain came from her leg. Lu Wushuang, who was already in a semi-conscious state, didn't realize that the towel had fallen. She only wanted to dissolve all the pain in her body into the towel in her mouth and fiercely bit down.
In that split second, Song QingShu didn't have time to think of any other methods. He directly raised his arm and stuffed his left hand into her mouth. She bit down fiercely, and even with his mental fortitude, he couldn't help but frown at the pain. However, he didn't say anything. His right hand methodically began to pound, pat, or point at her wound … The movements were extremely fast, leaving only afterimages, as if there were countless hands there.
At this time, Lu Wushuang gradually realized that she was biting Song Qingshu's hand. For a moment, she was embarrassed and angry. After all, there was no virgin girl who would want a stranger's hand to be stuffed into her mouth.
Just as she was about to scold Song Qingshu for taking advantage of her, she was stunned by the faint taste of blood in her mouth. Recalling what had happened just now, she knew that he had good intentions. The anger in her heart immediately turned into incomparable guilt. She looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression.
At this moment, Song Qingshu didn't have the leisure to pay attention to her. All his attention was on treating her leg. Breaking and reconnecting the broken bones required a clear understanding of the human body's meridians and tissue structure, as well as extreme concentration. Otherwise, the slightest mistake would result in failure.
Although there was a burst of pain, Lu Wushuang couldn't bear to bite again. Fortunately, Cheng Ying had already reacted at this time. She picked up the towel and replaced Song Qingshu's hand from her mouth.
Looking at the deep teeth marks and the blood that seeped out, Cheng Ying looked at her cousin reproachfully, making Lu Wushuang feel ashamed and ashamed.
"Young Master, let me help you bandage it first." Cheng Ying took out a square handkerchief from her bosom. She was worried that she would disturb Song Qingshu, so she asked tentatively.
"Okay." Song Qingshu answered casually, his attention still on Lu Wushuang's leg.
Cheng Ying admired him. First, she admired his martial arts. The effect of using one hand was better than others using ten hands. The Orchid Acupuncture Point Brushing Hand of Peach Blossom Island and the Divine Sword Palm of Fallen Heroes were extremely exquisite hand skills, but compared to his method, it was like heaven and earth. However, she admired him more because of his broad mind. Before, the things that happened between him and Lu Wushuang couldn't be considered pleasant. She didn't expect that he not only disregarded the past to treat her injury, but also protected her at the expense of his own injury.
"It seems that I really misunderstood him before. He can be famous in the world, how can he be that kind of person?" Cheng Ying thought in her heart as she gently bandaged a small bow.
As if he had eyes on the back of his head, after the wound was bandaged, Song Qingshu retracted his left hand. He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and poured out a pitch-black, viscous liquid.
A strong smell of medicine spread in all directions. Cheng Ying was surprised and happy. Was this the legendary medicine of the Western Region, the Black Jade Continuity Ointment?
When the Black Jade Continuity Ointment was applied evenly on Lu Wushuang's calf, a cool feeling spread across her leg. Her tightly furrowed eyebrows couldn't help but relax a little.
Song Qingshu's hands moved quickly and wrapped her leg in layers. At the same time, he used a wooden board that he had prepared to hold her calf in place.
When he finally stopped, Cheng Ying happily asked, "Young Master, is it done?"
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that easy. Now I only fixed the bone, but Miss Lu's leg has been lame for more than ten years. Some of her meridians have already withered and become blocked. She still needs a master's internal energy to open them up. However, if she doesn't handle it properly, her meridians will be completely destroyed. Looking around the world, I'm afraid only the Solitary Yang Finger can be used properly. "
Cheng Ying exclaimed, "But South Emperor Duan is a thousand miles away. What should we do …"
Seeing her nervous expression, Song Qingshu laughed and said, "South Emperor is not the only one in the world who knows the Solitary Yang Finger." After saying this, he didn't pay attention to her. He stretched out his fingers and sealed the acupuncture points on Lu Wushuang's leg.
As Huang Yaoshi's last disciple, Cheng Ying's knowledge was extraordinary. She saw him move his fingers with ease and retract his arms with ease. He sealed more than ten major acupuncture points on Lu Wushuang's leg using more than ten different techniques. Every move was magnificent and had its own style. Cheng Ying had never seen or heard of anything like this before. She was dazzled and her red lips slightly parted. She thought that she had seen Wu Santong use the Solitary Yang Finger before. It was somewhat similar, but it was exquisite and mysterious. The two could not be mentioned in the same breath.
She was in a daze when she suddenly heard Song Qingshu say, "Help me wipe my sweat."
"Ah?" Cheng Ying's expression was a little strange. She thought that wiping his sweat was a little too intimate.
"Is there a problem?" Song Qingshu was puzzled when Cheng Ying did not move. He came from the future and was used to seeing doctors letting nurses wipe their sweat during surgery. He didn't expect that it would cause Cheng Ying so much trouble.
"I … I'll help you." Lu Wushuang saw that his head was steaming. It was obvious that he was using up a lot of energy. The sweat on his forehead was about to fall into his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. She was touched and distressed at the same time.
"Let me do it." Lu Wushuang had just endured a great deal of pain. At this moment, she looked like she had just been fished out of the water. Her clothes were soaked in sweat and she was exhausted. How could Cheng Ying let her do it?
But when she reached for her handkerchief, she was stunned. Her handkerchief had already been used to bandage Song Qingshu's wound.
As if seeing her embarrassment, Lu Wushuang weakly said, "Use … use mine." She then handed over her handkerchief.
Seeing the mandarin duck on the handkerchief, Cheng Ying couldn't help but blush. Using this handkerchief to wipe a man's sweat was a little …
Her own handkerchief and Lu Wushuang's were a pair. It was originally a token of love that Li Mochou gave to Lu Zhanyuan. Later, when Li Mochou came to the Lu residence to seek revenge, Lu Liding split the handkerchief in half and gave one half to Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang. He hoped that Li Mochou would let them go for the sake of the handkerchief.
This half of the handkerchief meant a lot to the two girls. Therefore, they always carried it with them, subconsciously preparing to give it to their lover.
But now, half of it was used to bandage Song Qingshu's wound and the other half was used to wipe his sweat …
But she noticed that the sweat on Song Qingshu's forehead was getting thicker and thicker. It was almost in his eyes. Cheng Ying couldn't care less and could only wipe his sweat for him.
Lu Wushuang was envious. 'Cousin is prettier than me, and her martial arts are better than mine. Now, even the way she wipes sweat is so elegant and gentle. I'm afraid I'll never be able to learn it …'
Lu Wushuang only felt waves of warm and genial Zhen Qi coming from her legs and spreading throughout her body. The pain from a moment ago immediately lessened by a lot. Her mind relaxed, and her whole body could no longer hold on. Her eyes darkened and she fainted.
Because she was worried that she would disturb Song Qingshu, Cheng Ying was carefully wiping the sweat off his forehead. She didn't notice that Lu Wushuang, who was behind her, was falling towards her. Suddenly, there was a weight on her body. Cheng Ying was caught off guard and lost her balance. The two girls fell into Song Qingshu's arms.
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