Xi Heng pressed his temple.
Senior Sister Hong Miao is usually so reliable, why did she become like this after her consciousness became hazy?
Like a little child.
"Let me help you back." She reluctantly moved closer, grabbed your sister's arm again, and placed it on her shoulder.
"pain……"
"It won't hurt after this." Xi Heng comforted him, "Relax your body, or it will hurt even more."
"Um……"
She herself now has two fractures in her left arm, and it is quite painful when she keeps moving it.
But my senior sister needs care after all, so it’s okay if she’s in a little pain.
With one hand, he helped his senior sister to the bed, and then carefully covered her with the quilt: "Don't run around this time."
After saying that, she turned around and started dealing with the medicinal materials on the table.
The hundred-year-old ginseng should naturally be cut into pieces and placed in a bowl together with red dates.
Xi Heng collected some snow in a ceramic jar filled with water outside the house, compacted it, brought it indoors and poured it into the iron pot on the stove. After the snow melted, he washed the iron pot, washed the ginseng and jujube, and then filled another jar with snow before starting to boil the medicinal soup.
When the water is hot, throw the cut ginseng and jujube into the pot, add fire, cover and simmer.
After that, Xi Heng clapped his hands and returned to the bed. He took out the stolen knife wound powder and the clean white cloth for bandaging, and slowly lifted the quilt.
Under the quilt, Senior Sister Hong Miao's blood had solidified on her outer clothes.
Xi Heng slowly took off the other person's outer clothes, causing the other person to scream in pain again.
"It hurts..." Senior Sister Hong Miao said in a low voice again when the clothes that were sticking to the wound were uncovered.
"Bear with it, it will be fine soon." Xi Heng just said it casually like a doctor before giving an injection. When he lifted up her underwear, he clearly saw the hideous wound on her waist.
The sword wound was almost as long as a palm. Although it was not deep and failed to cut through the abdominal flesh and expose the internal organs, it was still quite horrifying.
If this kind of injury happened to an ordinary person, his life would be in danger if it was not quickly sewn up and treated with hemostatic medicine.
On Senior Sister's body, this scar was just one of the dozen or so sword wounds...
If Xi Heng didn't have any magic to stop the bleeding, I'm afraid that once Senior Sister's blood and energy were used up, it would be difficult to suppress the blood rushing through her meridians, and she would not be able to survive no matter what.
At that time, when the senior sister tried to calm down and take her away from the military camp, she probably knew in her heart that she had no hope of survival, and she only wanted to take her out of danger in the last moments.
However, Xi Heng has a spell to stop bleeding, which can save the other person's life.
Xi Heng looked at the scars all over the other person's slender body and sighed softly.
"What would you do without me... Senior Sister."
As she spoke, she began to wipe the other person's wound from top to bottom, sprinkled it with knife wound powder, and then wrapped it with white cloth.
If the wound is large, use the Qi and blood to penetrate the skin to temporarily close it, and then tie it up together with the medicinal sand.
After the senior sister wakes up, let her use her own qi and blood to stabilize the injury.
It was too troublesome to do so many movements with just one right hand, so Xi Heng had to use his left arm, and every movement caused a stinging pain.
"Cold..." the other party said.
"It will be bandaged soon, just wait a moment." Xi Heng first covered the bandaged wound with a quilt.
There was a stove burning inside, so the temperature was much warmer than outside, but it was winter after all, and it would still be very cold if you were naked.
Only after she had bandaged the last sword wound on the opponent's thigh did she let out a light breath and covered him with the quilt completely.
The senior sister's slender body had been wrapped up by her like half a mummy.
"I didn't expect that I have a talent for being a doctor..."
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and went back to the stove next to her to check on the progress of the ginseng and jujube soup.
"The medicine soup will be ready soon, please wait a moment, Senior Sister."
Seeing that it would take about two incense sticks of time to finish cooking, Xi Heng started to treat his fractured left arm first.
In this world, Xi Heng has never heard of any panacea that can easily cure fractures, but for dark energy warriors who have mastered their tendons and bones, simple fractures are not unhealable.
She used her right hand to randomly bend the bones a few times and that was considered to be the correct setting.
A few strands of qi and blood flowed along the meridians and fell on the broken bone, wrapping it up.
Xi Heng grabbed a few wooden sticks at random, pressed them on both sides of the slender arm, and then wrapped it tightly with the remaining clean white cloth layer by layer, and a simple splint was ready.
She ran to the side and picked out a piece of tattered clothes. She cut strips of cloth with her broken sword and wrapped them around her neck and forearms. Then she hung her arms and looked like a wounded patient.
"It won't hurt so much when I move like this..." Xi Heng breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the bubbling medicinal soup was almost cooked. She opened the lid of the pot and scooped up a bowl. She took out the prepared wooden spoon and drank a sip of the soup, only to taste a bitter taste.
Xi Heng nodded, put the spoon in the bowl, and carried it to the bedside with one hand.
"Sister, take the medicine."
"Hmm..." Senior Sister's voice became weaker and weaker.
Xi Heng scooped up a soft and glutinous ginseng that had been boiled, cut it into pieces, blew it cool at his lips with a little of the soup, touched it with his tongue to make sure it was no longer hot, and then brought it to his senior sister's gradually fading lips.
"Open your mouth, ah~" Xi Heng said simply, as if he was taking care of a child.
Hong Miao closed her eyes and listened to the order. The bitter soup fell between her lips and teeth and was swallowed by her in small sips.
Then, the bitterness of the ginseng also hit his teeth, and he managed to chew it and eat it, finally regaining some strength.
"And there are red dates. I have already removed the pits. You can just chew them up and eat them, senior sister." Xi Heng handed over the spoon again.
After chewing a small date into pieces, a warm feeling begins to spread throughout the body, and the blood and qi begin to flow again.
As Xi Heng fed her little spoonful at a time, after an unknown amount of time, the complexion of the senior sister gradually changed from the pale gray to a rosy one.
"...Thank you." Senior Sister seemed to be gradually regaining consciousness.
"What else is there for us to thank each other for?" Xi Heng chuckled.
She had put in so much effort today, and in order for her efforts not to go to waste... Now, even if she died, she wanted her senior sister to live.
"Yeah..." Hong Miao slowly opened her eyes and exhaled the foul air that she had been holding for a long time:
"It would be too frivolous to just say thank you for such a great favor."
The senior sister's tone gradually returned to the state it was in the Sword Academy, becoming gradually stable and clear.
But to be honest, Xi Heng still thinks that the look just now was cuter.
"How can I repay my junior sister?"
Hong Miao swallowed a small piece of ginseng, and her voice sounded like she was talking to herself.
"You don't have to repay me deliberately. Just think of it as the unpaid accommodation and tuition fees I had at the Sword Academy." Xi Heng answered casually.
"That won't do." Hong Miao's eyes fell on Xi Heng's face and she said seriously, "Junior sister saved my life, so I will leave my life to you from now on."
"Please don't joke like that." Xi Heng shook the wooden spoon in his hand.
"This is not a joke, this is what I really think."
"Sincere?"
Hong Miao, whose body was covered in scars and blood, nodded.
"Then please take good care of yourself for the rest of your life, senior sister." Xi Heng said casually.
"No." Senior Sister shook her head:
"I killed my enemy with my own hands. I thought I would die because of it. I consciously put aside all other concerns before I took action... But since Junior Sister saved my life, my concerns can only be placed on you, Junior Sister."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Xi Heng didn't quite understand.
"I want to be by your side."
"..."
Xi Heng paused holding the spoon, and the scene suddenly became quiet for a moment.
What the senior sister said now seemed to be that she was going to give her her whole life.
'My concern is only for her'——Why does this sound like a confession?
Senior sister, I think you haven’t thought about this aspect, right?
The girl shook her head and put this strange thought behind her.
This is my senior sister. It is really disrespectful to use such a weird mind to guess her intentions.
"Don't want to?" the senior sister asked again.
“Eh…how should I put it?”
Xi Heng didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he just spoke his mind:
"I am willing, but I will probably do many dangerous things regardless of my life in the future. I cannot let you get involved again."
"It doesn't matter. You died today to save my life. What's wrong with me dying with you again someday?"
"That's not the truth... Besides, I don't want my senior sister to die."
"Everyone is going to die eventually."
"No." Xi Heng retorted: "I want to live forever."
"Immortality?" Senior Sister was quite puzzled. "You clearly have the sword intention of sacrificing your life, but why do you still crave for this illusory immortality like others?"
"Yes."
"...You are such a weird person." Hong Miao hesitated for a few seconds and finally said only this.
"It's weird, so be it." Xi Heng was used to being called a weirdo:
"In short, my goal is to seek the way to immortality. On the way, I will inevitably encounter many dangers and dangers. If you want to follow me, you may die soon... I don't want this, so you better not accompany me."
Hong Miao's eyes gradually turned disappointed: "But I have nowhere else to go..."
"The world is so big, and Senior Sister is so skilled in martial arts, where can't we go?"
"But I only miss one person. No matter how big the world is, it is not my place."
Senior Sister Hong Miao seemed to be determined to follow her.
"Sister, if you say so... I can't just abandon you." Xi Heng hesitated and thought, "But I really don't want to see you go into danger with me. It would be better if you buy a small courtyard in a safe city and live with me..."
The senior sister chuckled: "A beautiful girl hidden in a golden house?"
"Why are you hiding your pride? Senior sister, you've read too many picture and text stories." Xi Heng sighed.
"Although it sounds interesting, it doesn't have to be like this." Senior Sister shook her head again:
"Don't you want to deduce the Red Line Sword's Hua Jin martial arts? I will use the rest of my life to help you deduce it."
"Hmm?" Xi Heng didn't expect his senior sister to say this.
"Even though you and I may go our separate ways and wander around the world, we still have this bond, which can be considered a kind of concern." Hong Miao said:
"Also, Elder Hong often said that there was a huge difference between Hua Jin and An Jin, and she often lamented that she could not achieve it. I hope to help her see what the so-called Hua Jin is like..."
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Chapter 57: Sword of Destruction
Three days later.
With Xi Heng's careful care, boiling medicinal soup every day, wiping her body, and feeding her with his own hands... the senior sister's body covered with sword wounds slowly healed, the torn wounds closed and slowly scabbed, and no more blood and pus slowly flowed out of them.
Xi Heng went outside to chop some firewood, and stuffed the firewood into the stove piece by piece. The flames rose again, and the temperature in the room gradually warmed up. There was still a little snow falling outside, making this small house of only 20 to 30 square meters look like the only shelter with fire still burning after the end of the Ice Age.
"Senior Sister, are you feeling better today?" Xi Heng was cooking soup on the stove again.
But this time, she used the few remaining silver coins in the village to exchange for a wild pheasant, and added the remaining ginseng, yam and jujube, and some seasonings, and stewed them in a pot.
This hundred-year-old ginseng stolen from the pharmacy was really big. After feeding it to my senior sister for three days, there were still a few small pieces left.
"My body doesn't hurt as much anymore." The senior sister who was still lying on the hospital bed answered softly.
