Chapter 177 Treating and Giving Grace

In the wooden house, Zhu Xing stood in a little scared. This was her first time to come to the big house. Judging from her mother-in-law's usual words, even her father and mother, who had never met, had never had the opportunity to set foot here.

"Xing Nizi, would you like to?"

At this moment, the whole Zhujiazhai is in danger. Although as the old patriarch, Zhu Rong has made a decision in his heart, he still calls Zhu Xing.

He lowered his head and couldn't see her face clearly. Perhaps for comfort, Zhu Yan said, "This move is a little dangerous, but with Dr. Luo, I think it can be more safe. Little girl, whether Zhu Jiazhai can survive or not depends on you."

As soon as he said this, Zhu Xing's thin body obviously trembled. Not to mention Luo's girl and Lin Mo Niang, even Yang Yanzhao was a little unbearable.

If you lose half of your blood, you are most likely to lose your life.

In the big room, it fell into silence. After a while, a small voice sounded, "Py patriarch, Nizi is willing."

On the right side of the wooden village, near those simple wooden houses, Zhu Xing rolled up the sleeves that had been sewn with multiple patches, exposed the slender right arm, and raised it to the clean urn in front of her.

The trembling left hand took the dagger and seemed to be a little scared, but finally it opened on her right wrist, and suddenly the blood bloomed on her wrist like a mountain flower.

Looking at the increasingly white face, Xu Shaoyang's figure moved gently and punched a stream of true air into Zhu Xing's body through the air, which made her face soften a little.

Biting his lips, his thin body began to tremble constantly, and his skin began to fade because of excessive blood loss. The three grandchildren of Zhu Rongzu and the other three hermit masters of Zhu Jiazhai all raised their hearts.

"Ceal!"

When the blood reached the mouth of the urn, Xu Shaoyang hurriedly sealed Zhu Xing's blood and caught the girl who fell down. "Brother Yan Zhao, you treat the sick person as you said before. I'll go to Miss Luo's side."

Before the voice was finished, there was a breeze passing by. Where is the shadow of Xu Shaoyang?

Looking at the blood in the urn, Yang Yanzhao's heart was a little heavy. He turned his head and nodded to Zhu Rong. He held the urn and walked to the wooden house in front of him.

In the wooden house, Yang Yanzhao, Zhu Rong, Zhu Yan and the other three Zhujiazhai masters sat cross-legged, and the unconscious sister slept in it.

"Drink!"

With Yang Yanzhao's low roar, the six people hit out the fingerprints of Xu Shaoyang's previous professor. In an instant, the wooden house trembled with strong momentum and made a rustling sound.

When the remaining five spirits gathered in his hands, Yang Yanzhao made another fingerprint, and those spirits were immediately combined into one, coiled in the urn next to the sister.

"Go!"

The spirit sank into the urn, and then broke the blood and came out, with a strange halo, surrounding the sister like fog.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Rong and the five people did not dare to delay at all. They immediately flew behind Yang Yanzhao and injected their true qi into his body. Suddenly, the fog was dazzling and then penetrated into his sister's body.

Controlling Zhenqi, after wrapping her sister's meridians with Zhu Xing's blood, black blood stains flowed out along her skin and seven orifices.

After half a cup of tea, Yang Yanzhao collected his energy and only felt a little surging in his heart. Just now, although Zhu Rong and five people helped him, he still consumed a lot of internal strength.

After adjusting the breath for a moment, Yang Yanzhao got up and walked out, "Old patriarch, let Zhu Li find someone to clean up for my sister, and we have to continue to treat him."

Two hours later, with the last leprosy patient falling to the ground, there was little blood left in the urn. Yang Yanzhao was dizzy. If Zhu Yan hadn't supported him in time, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

"Lord Yang, be careful."

Powerless to squeeze out a smiling face, Yang Yanzhao has never had such a sense of exhaustion. "I wish the patriarch you're welcome. It's up to God's will whether you can recover at the time."

After saying that, the five masters of Zhujiazhai were silent and sighed deeply.

After the blood change, the rest of the matter was handed over to Zhu Li, and Yang Yanzhao, Zhu Rong and others walked into the stockade.

In the stockade, the low cabin of Zhu Xing's ancestors and grandchildren was already surrounded by people. When they saw Zhu Rong and others leaving, they all dispersed silently.

Thinking of Zhu Xing's thin and weak figure, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but feel unspeakable regret in his heart. Looking at the tearful grandmother crying in front of the wooden house, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Perhaps he thought that Xu Shaoyang and Luo's girl in the room were trying to save Zhu Xing's life at this moment. Zhu Rong and others stopped outside and did not dare to rush into the room to disturb.

This low wooden house, which is usually inconspicuous, and the helpless grandparents and grandchildren, have now become the most concerned place in the whole Zhujiazhai, and more and more villagers have quietly surrounded them.

The sun slowly tilted to the west, pulling the shadow of the forest, half covering it on the small wooden house, which was a little colder.

"Squeak..."

When the wooden door was opened, Xu Shaoyang and Luo's daughter came out. Both of them looked tired. Seeing them, the crowd took a few steps forward.

"Sir, how's Xing Nizi?"

Zhu Rong asked the voices of many people, but Xu Shaoyang sighed, "For the time being, there is no worry about life, but I am weak and weak. If I can survive tonight and add nourishing things to recuperate, I may recover as usual."

Many people in Zhujiazhai couldn't understand what Xu Shaoyang said, so they asked their companions who had learned the Central Plains dialect around them.

Not long after, the crowd dispersed in the sound of discussion. When they came back, everyone came with the most precious things in the family. There were ginseng ganoderma lucidum dug and birds and beasts. They blinked their eyes and piled up the open space in front of the hut.

Looking at this scene, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help sighing that the folk customs were simple, and Zhu Xing, who was originally humble, also exchanged her life for the gratitude of the whole stockade, just hoping that she could survive and pick up a life from the ghost door.

The lights lit up, and the torch lit up the whole Zhujiazhai. This night, no one was worried about sleeping.

On the right side of the stockade, although Yang Yanzhao and others have applied the law, there are still few villagers who dare to take care of them. Only Lin Mo Niang and the families of those infected people take turns to take care of them.

However, Luo's daughter was the busiest. She checked the situation of her sister and others and opened some prescriptions. After the medicine came out, she rushed to Zhu Xing's bed without rest, afraid that the girl who saved the whole stockade with her life would make a difference.

Finally, in all kinds of suffering, the morning light in the sky turned white. When Luo's daughter came out of the wooden house, Zhu Xing's mother-in-law, whose eyes were already red and swollen, rushed to Zhu Rong and asked with her mouth open.

It is difficult to understand the southern Fujian dialect with a strong accent, but at this time, you don't have to think about it. Luo's daughter also understands what the old woman cares about most and wants to know most.

"The pulse of the star girl is still weak, but her life is not in danger."

How can the old man understand this? However, someone immediately explained for her, and the old woman's eyes burst into tears again. She put her hands on her chest and muttered in her mouth. It could be seen that she was thanking the gods.

Behind her, Zhu Rong took two steps in surprise, "Miss Luo, do you think Xing Nizi can survive?"

nodded, but there was no relaxation on Luo's woman's face. "Although the star girl has vitality, whether she can recover depends on the next conditioning. Otherwise, even if she wakes up, her body will fall to the root of the disease."

Hearing this, Zhu Rong quickly said, "Please ask Miss Luo for help."

"The slave family will do their best", nodded, straightened out the green silk in his ear, and then looked up at the sky. Luo's daughter was about to walk to the right side of the stockade, but she saw Yang Yanzhao, Xu Shaoyang and Zhu Yan's father and son coming.

"Brother Xu, are you doing well?"

When Luo's daughter asked, Zhu Rong, who was whispering to Zhu Xing's mother-in-law, also quickly raised his head, and his face, which was a little relaxed, became nervous again.

"It seems to be much better than before."

Seeing Luo's daughter's fatigue, Yang Yanzhao couldn't bear it. After saying this, he hurried forward and comforted her softly, "Qing'er, you've been working hard all day and a night. Go back to your house and have a rest for a while."

Hearing that the 'leprosy' of the sister and others had a turning point, Luo's girl had more silky colors in her eyes, but she still shook her head at Yang Yanzhao's words, "Liulang, the slave family is a little worried and wants to investigate again."

After saying that, without waiting for Yang Yanzhao to speak, he walked straight forward and looked at her tired back, and the latter could only sigh and follow.

When it was noon again, Luo's woman was really relieved. Even the most seriously ill sister's pulse began to stabilize.

Looking at her and Lin Mo Niang's white cheeks, Yang Yanzhao immediately became angry, which made the two women return to the stockade and rest for the time being.

Two days later, Zhu Xing woke up in everyone's expectation, but his body was still very weak. His big eyes, which had been watery before, had been deeply sunken, which seemed extremely scary.

I lost too much blood. Now when I wake up, although it is not the first recovery from a serious illness, I still can't eat the big tonic. Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't stand it. Fortunately, there are Luo's women who use the herbs sent by the villagers to make some warm medicinal diets and slowly recuperate the little girl.

Four days later, the herpes on the Zhujiazhai people who had changed their leprosy began to scab and fall off. Except for my sister's consciousness, she was not fully awake, and other people could probably get out of bed and walk around.

For a while, Yang Yanzhao and others' status in Zhujiazhai soared. When the villagers saw that they were all full of admiration, Zhu Li held his own wine jar, grabbed Yang Yanzhao and Xu Shaoyang's hands, and shouted that they would not be drunk.

Yang Yanzhao enjoys this feeling of respect in the bottom of his heart. Now he can finally let go of his previous uneasiness and worries and enjoy this wonderful taste.

Smiling and nod to those villagers who greeted well with the words of Minnan, walking in the stockade. At present, even my sister is fine. The crisis of Zhujiazhai is naturally gone.

It is still here because Luo's daughter can't rest assured that Zhu Xing has not recovered. Of course, there is also Yang Yanzhao's selfishness, waiting for the opportunity to discuss Zhu Yan about Zhujiazhai.

How to open your mouth has become a question that Yang Yanzhao has been thinking about for the past few days. At present, he has great kindness to Zhujiazhai, which is really the best opportunity.

But taking advantage of this time to put forward it, it seems to be a bit of robbery. For the people of Zhujiazhai who are in a straightforward mood, it may be counterproductive, thus costing the previous efforts.

Just as Yang Yanzhao was meditating, there was a sigh in his ear, but he found that he had walked to Zhu Xing's hut, and the grandmother was serving the boiled rabbit soup.

Seeing this situation, it is not difficult for Yang Yanzhao to understand that it is too greasy, and it is difficult for Zhu Xing to say it.

Thinking of this, he picked up the dried pickled meat that was still hanging on the fruit tree. Under the mother-in-law's doubtful eyes, Yang Yanzhao walked into the low wooden house and began to make a fire to cook.