This half-immortal was injured differently from the others in the Yuezhou case.

He was stabbed to death with a knife, and there were only external injuries on his body. He was obviously silenced.

When Cheng Cang took people there, the half-immortal was already in a state of shock. He was lying on the door like a bloody man, looking like a corpse.

First aid had limitations in ancient times.

Xin Yi checked the wound and asked Duan Sui to come over and help.

"Open his mouth!"

Duan Sui said "oh" and did as he was told.

Xin Yi threw a few thinly sliced ​​ginseng slices into the Banxian's mouth.

"Head and torso elevated."

"Lower body lift!"

Xin Yi said something and Duan Sui did something.

It wasn't until his hands were exhausted that he called for help from his attendants.

"Is it right to raise it so high?"

"Yes!" Xin Yi knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning the wound with strong alcohol and disinfecting it.

There was no expression on her face, her lips smeared with hibiscus lipstick were pursed tightly, a soft brush was carefully scrubbed on the wound, and then she used tweezers to carefully pinch out the rust remaining when the blade of the knife was inserted into the chest, her movements were calm and fluid,

There is no fear of facing blood and wounds.

People who work seriously, both men and women, are extremely attractive.

There was silence in the inner hall, and people held their breath and concentrated.

Duan Sui looked at her, dumbfounded.

Xin Yi suddenly turned his head: "Silver Needle!"

Duan Sui then turned around and said "Oh" twice. When he looked up, he found his master staring at him coldly, his eyes widening in realization, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He just looked at Xin Yi for too long...

Will Master Jiu kill him?

Duan Sui carefully handed over the silver needle bag, not daring to raise his head, let alone look at her.

Xin Yi didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment.

Banxian lost too much blood and was in critical condition.

There are no emergency conditions such as surgery, intravenous blood transfusion, etc., but this half-immortal is the only living person in the pharmacy and is the key to solving the case. Xin Yi is not careless at all...

Renzhong, Neiguan on the left, Shixuan, Neiguan on the right...

Stabbing in needle after needle, Xin Yi methodically used the existing equipment and medicines to try to pull this half-immortal back from the door of hell.

"Young Master is so talented, who can learn from him?" An old man became excited after seeing this, his voice was a little excited, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Self-taught."

Xin Yi didn't raise her head, and she didn't know that everyone in the inner hall was focusing on her, and everyone was surprised.

Because she is so young, Chinese medicine is very particular about experience and qualifications.

Before she came over, the half-immortal had been declared dead. The old man was the best surgeon in Yuezhou City, named Wei Shou.

After seeing the half-immortal's injuries, he shook his head and said frankly that this person had already stepped into the gate of hell. He just had to find a ghost official to become a naturalized person. Even if Daluo Jinxian came, he couldn't save him.

"Ah!" The half-immortal suddenly screamed weakly.

As if he had just woken up from a nightmare, his eyes were looking around confusedly...

Wei Shou's face changed, "The needle opens the yin and yang, awakens the mind and returns to consciousness!"

The old man, who was old enough to be Xin Yi's grandfather, shouted with his eyes shining brightly, hurriedly walked up to Xin Yi with fists clasped and his hands raised, and bowed deeply to her.

"Young Master is a god! I admire you, I admire you very much."

Xin Yi breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly claimed that he didn't take it seriously. Then he slowly retracted his needle and looked at the Prince of Guangling who was sitting lazily on a wooden chair, his handsome eyes half-closed, and he looked reserved when others were sighing.

"Brother Ninth, hurry up and ask."

Being temporarily rescued does not mean that this half-immortal can survive.

The conditions here are too crude, and the half-immortal's wounds may become infected at any time and kill him.

Fu Jiuqu nodded and looked at her, "Thank you."

Xin Yi smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, "I'm going to wash my hands and prepare some medicine for him."

A police officer came over and led the way with his head lowered, "Young Master, please come this way!"

"Thank you!"

Xin Yi strode out. Before he could wash off the blood on his hands, he saw Sun Huai coming out with a smile.

"Madam, I have asked me to serve you."

The officer's eyes widened when he heard him call her "ma'am".

Xin Yi didn't say anything more. He took the clean handkerchief from Sun Huai and washed it again.

"How's it going inside?"

Sun Huaidao said, "I am currently interrogating him. The man was holding his breath and speaking awkwardly... I would say he was lucky enough to meet such a miraculous doctor as my wife, otherwise he would not have been able to tell his grievances."

Xin Yi raised his head hesitantly, "Unjust?"

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For the half-immortal, he was indeed wronged.

This man was originally a street gangster who had never become a monk. He was a complete fake Taoist priest.

He said that Tan's Pharmacy hired him to set up a stall selling talismans in the name of a Taoist priest.

Those talismans were all given to him by the medicine shop shopkeeper. I don’t know if they are useful in warding off evil spirits or eliminating disasters. Anyway, after selling the talismans, the business of Tan’s Pharmacy has improved...

He vaguely felt that this talisman was not a good thing, but he could not resist the generous benefits given to him by Tan's Pharmacy, and he kept helping the evildoers.

Today, when I set up a stall outside Yueyang Tower and learned that Master Li Cao was dead, the half-immortal felt a little regretful.

Because he had gone to deliver talismans to the homes of Xing Cao, Li Cao, and two dead officials...

Fu Jiuqu sat quietly, tapping his fingertips on the armrest.

"Who asked you to send it to the houses of some adults?"

The person who was being interrogated just now was Cheng Cang. If he could be considered gentle, Fu Jiuqu's coldness scared the half-immortal to the point where he almost died on the spot.

"Yes, it's... the shopkeeper of Tan's Pharmacy."

I was out of breath, as if I was on the verge of death at any moment.

Xin Yi saw this scene when he came in, and walked to Fu Jiuqu's side without changing his expression and sat down.

There was a chair there that no one dared to sit on. She sat on it.

There was a smile in Fu Jiuqu's dark eyes because of Xin Yi's arrival.

"What's the difference between these talismans and the ones you sell on the market?"

The half-immortal tilted his head, trying hard to see the man asking the question clearly, but all he could see was the shadow cast by the setting sun as it filtered in through the window lattice. As he tapped his fingers, the shadow moved slightly, which was very scary.

He dare not lie.

"I-I think it's...no different."

Fu Jiuqu paused his fingers, slowly stood up and walked to him, "Think about it again."

The half-immortal swallowed unconsciously, his body numb with pain.

"Little, little...oh, I remembered."

Fu Jiuqu hummed lowly and slowly caressed his jade fingers with his fingers.

"Remember what?"

The half-immortal's voice was a little labored as he breathed hard, and said word by word with difficulty: "Yes, there are words... There are words in the talisman paper sent to the houses of several adults."

Xin Yi reminded him, "Every piece of talisman paper has words."

Half Immortal: "No, it's different. The words on those talismans are different."

Fu Jiuqu asked: "What did you write?"

The half-immortal shook his head weakly, and when he exerted force, the cut wound seemed to ooze blood. The pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"The little one is... illiterate."

After saying these words tremblingly, the half-immortal began to breathe unevenly and his voice gradually became softer.

Xin Yi checked on his condition.
To be continued...