??Chapter 115: Chapter 115 Traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine
Chapter 115: Chapter 115 Traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine
They entered the courtyard and did not see anyone in the courtyard or the main hall.
But ng Xinian could feel that more than one person was watching them from the shadows.
These people were careful to the point of being terrifying.
Even though they had already co through the door and had passed the testing of number three, other people were still hiding in the shadows. If the visitors weren’t capable, they wouldn’t be able to find out anything under such circumstances.
“Big sister, where is my cousin? We need to go see him first. Is his injury very serious?” Zhao Xin asked anxiously.
ng Xinian added a question, “Have you called a doctor to have a look?”
The target, number three, chuckled softly, “He definitely got a look. Don’t worry, the doctor has seen him and said it looked serious, but it’s not a big problem. As long as he rests, he will recover. Co on, he’s in this room; you all co and see.”
After saying that, she casually placed the bundle on a chair in the main hall.
Then she led them around the main hall to a room.
Chiang Xiao’s ears twitched slightly, as she seed to hear extrely soft footsteps in the main hall.
She definitely wouldn’t have heard such sounds before!
It seed that after a day’s ti, all the dicine in the Space had regrown, and the dicinal properties inside the Space had beco even more abundant, which in turn had also enhanced her hearing dramatically.
That person was surely checking their bundle.
As soon as Chiang Xiao entered the room, she slled the stench of blood.
In the dimly lit room, the man lying on the bed had a weak breath and a pale, ashen face. He did not look like soone with ‘no big problems’ at all, but rather like a seriously ill patient on the brink of death.
“Cousin!”
“Chu Liang!”
ng Xinian and Zhao Xin acted like a pair of worried brothers, quickly walking over to the bedside to examine Chu Liang’s injury.
Chiang Xiao, however, hesitated for a mont before finally approaching, standing next to ng Xinian, and asked in a low voice, “Brother Xinian, how bad are the injuries?”
At this mont, ng Xinian felt like cursing.
No matter what they had thought outside, they hadn’t anticipated that Chu Liang would be injured so severely! If he wasn’t treated soon, who knew if he could make it through the night!
If they had not found a way in, he was certain, even if the rescue was successful in the end, Chu Liang wouldn’t survive because of the injury.
They would probably be rescuing a dead body!
Seeing Chu Liang in such a state, his heart sank heavily.
These people were indeed cruel and cold-hearted; they were blatantly watching as Chu Liang’s life was slipping away. With such callousness, how could the Supervisor’s Wife be safe?
“The doctor really said it’s not a big issue?” ng Xinian turned around to look at target number three.
“Of course, don’t you trust ?”
“Have the dicines been prepared? Let’s go and brew so for him.”
A flicker of hesitation crossed target number three’s eyes.
Where would the dicines co from?
How could they possibly have brought in a doctor for this man?
“We’ve got Western dicine, I’ll just go fetch it, and you can give it to him to take,” number three said to Chiang Xiao while motioning her over, “Co on, little wife, you co with sister to get the dicine.”
Even at such a ti, she was still guarding against them, insisting on keeping Chiang Xiao close by to prevent them from doing anything.
Chiang Xiao responded with an ‘oh’ and walked over.
ng Xinian suppressed the urge to grab her hand.
However, it wasn’t long before Chiang Xiao returned carrying a cup of water and a small paper packet.
Target number three was still following her.
“Western dicine, will it be of any use? We’re used to drinking Bitter dicine Soup back in the countryside,” Zhao Xin muttered, sowhat curiously looking at the small paper packet in Chiang Xiao’s hand.
Bitter dicine Soup refers to traditional dicine.
Rural folk, where would they have ever taken Western dicine?
Number three scoffed, “Country bumpkin. Western dicine works faster, you know.”
“Really?”
ng Xinian sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for Chiang Xiao to open the dicine packet. “Little, give
the dicine, I’ll feed him.”
But Chiang Xiao looked at Zhao Xin, “Xinzi, why don’t you go light the stove? I’ll go cook for big sister in a mont.”
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