75 Unknown Island

Over an unknown island in the East China Sea, Wuxu slowly fell in a helicopter.

This is an island with a radius of only a few dozen kilometers, and unnamed plants occupy almost two-thirds of the area of the island. According to the strict geographical analysis, this small island is located in the east of the Taiwan Strait and belongs to the affiliated island of Taiwan, but I don't know where Taiwan belongs to.

In the middle of the island, there is a rare lake with a low salt concentration, with a radius of about several hundred meters. Next to the lake, there is a beautiful house from afar. Most of the materials made of the house are wood, but the workmanship is extremely exquisite. It is by no means what ordinary ordinary people can build, but it depends on its construction. The building style seems to have something to do with the architecture of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Wuxu seemed to be very familiar with the terrain here. Although it was late at night, he walked along a man-made sheep intestine path with Xiao Chen on his back. Half an hour later, he came to the house and gently knocked on the door of a wooden house. An old man who was about the same age as Wuwu opened the door in a single coat. After coming over and seeing that it was Wuxu, his face was full of surprise, and then there was a taste of joy in his eyes. As he let his body let Wuxu in, he laughed and said, "What kind of wind is this blowing you old guy? If I'm not confused, it's time now."

Wuxu gently put Xiao Chen in a ** in the room and turned to look at the old man and said, "Come and see if this boy is still saved."

The old man walked to the bed and looked at Xiao Chen's face. He turned his eyes and turned back to be dignified. He turned back at Wuxu and asked, "Who is this boy?"

"Is there any help?" Wuxu frowned and asked.

"It's difficult." The old man said in a low voice.

"No matter how difficult it is, you have to save him. He is Xiao Kunlun's grandson, Xiao Changhe's son, and your old man's grandson."

"What!" The old man exclaimed, looked at Wuxu fixedly and asked, "Do you think he is Xiao Chen?"

"Yes, he is Xiao Chen, your own grandson."

The old man was stunned for a moment and then hurriedly ran out of the wooden house with a very complicated look.

Wuxu looked solemnly and untied all the original simple bandages on Xiao Chen's back. Seeing that the blood of the wound had stopped, his eyebrows were slightly loosened.

After a while, the old man came back with a wooden box in his arms. He looked at Wuxu and ordered, "Old man, go and boil some boiling water quickly. Close the door when you leave. The wind at night is very cool."

After Wuxu boiled water, the old man couldn't help frowning and looking at the wound on Xiao Chen's back. Although the five bullet holes were no longer bleeding, the five holes almost in the heart made the old man more and more shocked, especially when he thought that the boy was still his grandson, he could not calm down. Although he knew that the Xiao family had a big disaster at the age of 24, the disaster of his grandson was too heavy. However, the old man's eyes also showed a look of surprise. With such a serious injury, his grandson did not break his breath. Although his breath was weak, he was still holding up.

While observing Xiao Chen's wound, the old man thought about how to take care of this body that would be cut off at any time.

When Wuxu returned to the room with a basin of hot water, he found that the old man was staring at Xiao Chen's wound in a daze. He was in a hurry. After putting the hot water on one side of the table, he asked, "What's the difficulties?"

"He lost too much blood. Once he moves the knife, he is afraid that he will die of blood exhaustion, but he can't survive without the knife." The old man frowned and said.

Wuxu was also embarrassed after hearing this. Although the old guy beside him is a leader of traditional Chinese medicine and the originator of internal injury, he has been withdrawing from this for many years. Although his skills will not be lost, there are too many necessary materials missing on the island. Even if Hua Tuo is reborn, I'm afraid he will be as at a loss as this old guy. Right.

"If you can't cure his injury, I'm afraid no one in the world can cure it." Wuxu sighed softly.

The old man shook his head gently and said with his eyes, "I naturally have a way to replenish blood for blood loss, but I'm afraid that his body can't stand it."

"Try it. If it drags any longer, I'm afraid he can't stand it now."

"Okay, you hold the lamp for me." The old man's eyes jumped and seemed to make up his mind.

Fifty years ago, a young Chinese medicine doctor who knew a lot about traditional Chinese medicine and could always come up with new Chinese medicine appeared on the border of China's Yunnan. His surname was Sikong and his name was Yu. Sikongyu was not only born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, but also traded medicinal materials since the Ming and Qing Dynasties. When he was a teenager, Sikongyu, who was famous as a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, was proud of the spring breeze. In ten years, he did not know how many difficult and miscellaneous diseases were cured. At the age of 30, he was respected as the Regeneration Hua Tuo by the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. But later, because he failed to heal a woman, he blamed himself for staying away from Yunnan and lived an almost secluded life on this small island in the Taiwan Strait.

The red face is old, and it happens in a flash.

The old man Si Kongyu was no longer a young crazy teenager. In the face of his grandson, Si Kongyu seemed to be particularly careful. However, the knife in the old man's hand never stopped. He shuttled on Xiao Chen's back and took out all five bullets deep into Xiao Chen's body in three minutes. Although the knife in his hand did not tremble, the sweat on his forehead had dripping down in this late autumn night.

Wuxu held the lamp to wipe Si Kongyu's sweat, and paid close attention to the situation of Xiao Chen's back. He was afraid that the knife in the old man's hand would touch the big blood vessels and make Xiao Chen could never wake up again. If the result was really like that, Wu Xu could not imagine that although he did not boasted to Xiao Kunlun at the beginning, his old friend trusted him, and he How can you ignore it?

A fierce wind suddenly blew on the sea and raised huge waves. The strong wind rushed through the vegetation and penetrated through the cracks in the wooden house, making the candle in Wuxu's hand sway. The candle fire was uncertain for a moment. Sikongyu looked up slightly out of the window, and the knife in his hand was more and more careful on Xiao Chen. Walk around and cut.

"Oh no." A trace of panic suddenly appeared in Si Kongyu's eyes.

"What's the matter?" Wuxu asked in a trembling voice.

"A bullet grazed his spine after entering his body, which may have hurt the central nervous system." Si Kongyu looked at the scars on the spine and said solemnly.

There is a spinal cord in the spine, which is part of the central nervous system of the human body. Once the central nervous system is damaged, it has a significant impact on various indicators of the human body, such as action, such as language, such as intelligence, such as memory...

Sikongyu and Wuxu face each other. Although the two old people are unwilling to face this result, there are already nine or nine out of ten possibilities at this time.

The strong wind outside the island became more and more fierce, and the vegetation outside the island was hit by the huge waves rising in the sky, and it was about to collapse!

The huge waves cover the moon, and the night is longer!