Chapter 128 Saving People
"Poof--"
The two men guarding the firewood house took the lead in stretching and laughing out loud.
Brother Quan glared back at them.
"Brother Quan, don't look at us like this, but this little girl just bragged to us that she can cure the boss herself."
"Yes, she now says that she is an apprentice of doctor Cole. Will she blow that she is the wife of the richest man in the country?"
Charlee Ford: "…"
Grass, she is really the wife of the richest man in China.
"Are you telling the truth?" Brother Quan frowned and looked at Charlee Ford with a dignified expression.
Charlee Ford nodded sincerely: "Believe it or not, it's up to you. If you don't believe it, go to Boston to find it, you are doomed to save the air."
Brother Quan looked up and down at Charlee Ford.
The woman in front of her is petite, and she can hardly see her age by looking at the outside.
Rumor has it that doctor Cole's apprentice seems to be young.
He snapped, "Do you know what will happen if you lie to us? Now your life is in our hands."
"Oh." Charlee Ford answered carelessly.
"You have to know that you can't meet a doctor. If you don't curry favor with me, you still want to threaten me?" Charlee Ford raised his eyebrows.
Brother Quan choked.
It seems to be the same reason.
"In this case, please be a doctor." Brother Quan raised his hand.
Charlee Ford raised his chin. "That's more like it."
The two men at the door: "…"
They hurriedly hold right elder brother, "right elder brother, do you really believe it? What if this lamb wants to harm the boss?"
Brother Quan twisted his eyebrows: "Do you think she dares to have us staring at her? If she does, even if she inserts her wings, she can't fly out of our stockade."
"So... will we continue to guard this woodshed?"
Brother Quan thought for a moment: "No, you go to the door of the boss's house and guard it, just in case this girl plays any tricks."
The two were happy: "Good!"
Brother Quan took Charlee Ford to the front of a house.
Along the way, although she kept her eyes fixed, she was always carefully observing the surrounding environment.
Almost all the houses around are made of cement and bricks, which lack decoration, aesthetics and design sense, and seem to only play a role in sheltering the wind and rain.
On the other hand, in front of this house, the design is very atmospheric. After walking in, it gives people a simple and delicate feeling, regardless of the placement of furniture and interior decoration.
There is a sense of disobedience with this stockade.
"Our boss is in the bedroom inside." Brother Quan pointed to one of the rooms for Charlee Ford.
Charlee Ford nodded and walked over.
And was stopped at the door.
"Brother Quan, who is this woman?"
"Doctor Cole's apprentice came to treat the boss."
The man who stopped Charlee Ford looked her up and down. "Brother Quan, are you sure she is not a liar? How can I look at this woman so unreliable?"
Charlee Ford glared at him: "All that glitters is not gold, do you understand? Besides, no matter how unreliable it is, can you find a second magic doctor now? It is not a dead horse as a living horse doctor."
"Shut up, our boss is not a dead mother."
"Oh, it doesn't make any difference."
"…"
"Enough!" Brother Quan couldn't bear it. He pressed his temple: "Don't make so much noise. It's totally meaningless to say these things now. It depends on whether this woman has real skills."
He finished and gave a wink: "Let her in."
The door was opened, and Charlee Ford walked in carelessly. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood came to her face.
There is also a thick stench in it.
Although Charlee Ford has been a doctor for so many years and seen so many patients, he was forced to spit out by this smell.
Fortunately, she had a good psychological quality, pinched her nose and quickly stepped forward, lifting the quilt on the bed.
There is a man lying on a big gray bed.
She thought that the boss of the stockade must be a strong man with a full face, but she didn't expect that the man lying in bed was quite young, with a neat buzz cut, and his black clothes were soaked with blood, which clung to his body tightly, revealing his good figure.
"Tut-tut." Charlee Ford shook his head.
Did this man go to Syria to fight? He was so badly hurt.
After examining the trauma, she found that although the man was scarred all over, these wounds were not fatal.
Just now, she vaguely heard the old doctor say that he seemed to be poisoned.
Ten minutes later, Charlee Ford opened the door again.
A crowd came up and said, "How's it going?"
Charlee Ford snapped his fingers and said, "Go and prepare me forty-nine silver needles, sixteen gold needles, candles, alcohol, knives and tweezers..."
She asked for a lot of things in one breath, with a serious look.
The errand runner hurried away when he heard this.
Brother Quan looked at Charlee Ford with a calm face: "Are you sure?"
"Half and half," said Charlee Ford. "After all, a clever woman can't cook without rice. I don't have anything."
"If you save our boss, we can satisfy you with whatever you want!" Brother Quan said heavily.
"Anything else," said Charlee Ford, glancing at him. "How did your boss get poisoned?"
When Brother Quan heard her words, his face was somewhat dignified: "The reason for this is not something you should know."
Charlee Ford shrugged. "I don't really want to know anyway."
While chatting, Charlee Ford finally brought everything he wanted.
The other party ran breathlessly: "Give, everything is here, that is, the snake letter grass and burial poison flower you want have not been found."
"Snake letter grass and burial poison flower grow in the snake forest and the other grows beside the swamp. It is normal to find them." Charlee Ford shook his head, feeling slightly sorry.
Brother Quan twisted his eyebrows: "Isn't it sold in the market?"
"Yes, but it's precious and troublesome. Your boss may not be able to afford it." Charlee Ford weighed what he was holding and stretched. "Well, I'll think of other ways to make up for it first."
She said and slammed the door.
The man running errands carefully looked at Brother Quan: "Brother Quan, is this woman really OK?"
Brother Quan just stared at the door with deep eyes and did not speak.
Charlee Ford opened the medicine box, and it was quite complete.
She baked the silver needles one by one, and then inserted them into the man's forty-nine acupoints.
Silver needles sank in one by one.
Every time one is sacked, a little sweat is added to Charlee Ford's forehead.
At the back, her hands almost trembled slightly.
Fortunately, forty-nine needles were quickly used up.
Just as she used up the last needle, the man in bed suddenly trembled violently for a moment, and then spit out a big mouthful of black blood with a "wow".
Pure black, stinking blood.
Charlee Ford quickly took a handkerchief to cover his nose and mouth, and by the way, he took two steps back in disgust.