Chapter 4
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"You …"
"What about me!" She was unhappy and pointed at the two injured legs. "If you don't intend to let go of the people who injured your legs, then you have no right to criticize me. Evil people always have their retribution. If they didn't harm me, how could they suffer today? "
No one had ever spoken to him like this before. She didn't grovel, curry favor, or treat him with respect. She had her own thoughts and would boldly question his words. Almost every time he said a sentence, she would refute it.
Seeing her pouting angrily, the man didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and looked at the stream that could already be seen. He asked her, "Are we still going?"
Feng Yu Heng sat on the ground. "I'm not going. I'm tired."
The two of them sat on the ground side by side and watched the fire in the pit of corpses gradually recede. It seemed that the corpses were almost burned to ashes.
At this moment, two figures appeared at the crack in the mountain where the two of them were resting. They moved around as if they were looking for something.
Feng Yu Heng stood up and looked around with her bright eyes for a while. Then she looked at the person beside her. "Hey, are they looking for you?"
That person asked, "Why can't they be looking for you?"
"How is that possible?" Feng Yu Heng's expression became a little erratic because of thinking. "My mother is seriously ill and can't get up. My brother is only six years old. The other people in the village either want to harm us or avoid us."
She pointed at the two figures and raised her eyebrows. Her pink lips pouted slightly, and even her little nose was slightly tilted up, revealing an indescribable sense of cleverness. "They're running towards the crack in the mountain, so they must know where you're going."
The man lazily raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yu Heng's sloppy and clever appearance. This girl was very interesting. En, very interesting.
Collecting his thoughts, he gently raised his right hand and put his index finger and thumb to his lips to make a whistle. He blew hard and the two people ran over.
It was a young man and an old man who was over fifty years old. The old man was carrying a medicine box and should be a doctor.
The young man was dressed in black, neat and unadorned. There was a sword at his waist. It was obvious that he was dressed like a guard. When he saw the man in the brocade robe, he heaved a sigh of relief. "This subordinate couldn't find Master just now and thought that something had happened." After he finished speaking, he reached out and pushed the panting old man forward. "This is the doctor I found from the prefectural city. Let him take a look at your injuries."
The brocade-robed man nodded and glanced at the doctor. "Thank you for your trouble."
The old man wiped his sweat and repeatedly said, "I don't dare, I don't dare." He hurriedly went forward to check on his injuries.
Only then did the imperial bodyguard look at Feng Yu Heng. He frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"An arsonist." The man in the brocade robe answered for her.
Feng Yu Heng raised her eyebrows. "Which eye of yours saw that I set the fire?"
"I saw it with both eyes."
"Young Master." The old man spoke. "Your kneecap is broken."
His words attracted everyone's attention and they all looked at the two legs.
The man in the brocade robe nodded. "I know. Mister, do you know how to set bones?"
The old man hesitated for a moment and then replied, "I know how to set bones, but I'm afraid that ordinary people can't bear the pain! This old man is … "He looked at the imperial bodyguard." I was caught by this young man on the way to see patients. There are only a few commonly used herbs in my medicine box. I didn't prepare any anesthetics! "
"Without anesthetics, you'll die of pain." Feng Yu Heng said coldly.
The old man agreed. "Moreover, not only do we need to set the bones, but we also need to scrape off the rotten flesh around your kneecap. This old man saw that the wound was swollen. I'm afraid … Alas, this is the wilderness. Why don't you let this young man carry you on his back and follow me back to the prefectural city's clinic? "
"No." The man in the brocade robe refused directly. "I'll treat it here."
The old man repeatedly waved his hand. "No, no. Without anesthetics, this old man doesn't dare to treat this kind of injury."
Feng Yu Heng didn't want to listen to their argument. She crossed her hands between her loose sleeves and felt a slight warmth when she touched her right wrist. In an instant, she saw something she shouldn't have seen. In her previous life, she opened a private pharmacy in the provincial capital.
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