C5 A Small Wooden Box Under a Plum Tree

Qingcheng sat on the edge of the bed and hugged the man tightly. She dipped a pair of chopsticks into the water and dripped it drop by drop into the man's mouth. The man also tried his best to match her and swallow it down.

"This Immortal's Water is not an ordinary item. Even if you have money, you wouldn't be able to buy it. So, don't waste it, it's a great benefit to your body. " Pausing for a moment, Qingcheng continued:

"The Immortal Water needs to be used as a medicinal catalyst for the Snow Lotus Water. Only by doing this can it have the greatest effect, so after you drink it, you will definitely be able to recover."

In order to distract the man's attention, Qingcheng softly explained as she swallowed the beads of medicine bit by bit. He was like a baby, no, even at this moment he wasn't as good as a baby, but even so, Qingcheng didn't feel the slightest bit impatient. It was still feeding him slowly. One of them was carefully feeding the medicine, while the other was having a difficult time drinking it. Surprisingly, the concoction was not wasted, and the entire bowl of medicine took more than an hour to finish.

The two of them were as exhausted as if they were in a tug-of-war. Their heads were covered in sweat. Picking up the detoxified cotton ball for him to lightly print away the sweat.

"These few days, I want to apply medicine and change your medicine at all times, so I won't dress you for now. Don't worry, it's summer right now, so I'm not afraid of catching a cold." After a slight pause, he jokingly said:

"Of course, don't have any psychological burdens because these are all men. Even if you were to accidentally be seen, no one would make you take responsibility."

After saying that, Qingcheng smiled, pulled the clean blanket up high, and said in a low voice:

"Rest first, I'll come see you in a while."

Taking advantage of the roaring sound of Jin's going to the kitchen to boil water, Mo Qingcheng came to the front hall. It was already late in the night, and the food on the table was already very cold, and he did not feel hungry just now because he saved her. Now, he was actually a little hungry, sitting on the chair and wolfing down the cold rice on the table.

After feeding her five viscera temple, Qingcheng quickly returned to her room. At this moment, the gold had also been boiled.

Then, she placed a big wooden basin on top of the stool, and poured hot water into it. Afterwards, she poured the medicinal juice that the gold had prepared beforehand into the hot water, and tested the temperature of the water with her hands. Afterwards, he gently lifted up the man's head, intending to wash it for him.

According to the time left, it was already the fourth fragment of the night. If Mo Qingcheng was allowed to rest at this time, she might even be able to sleep for an hour or two.

"Brother Qingcheng, you still have to treat patients tomorrow? Hurry up and rest." Let me do the shampoo. "

Qingcheng thought back to how she had been clumsy with the gold potions and couldn't help but smile. She jokingly asked:

"Do you think it's easy for me to save someone? I was really afraid that you would kill half of the person I barely managed to save. "

"Brother Qingcheng, you can't put it that way. Washing one's hair is different from treating one's wounds. Why did you make them die just like that?" Gold was not satisfied with his clumsiness.

Qingcheng kept silent as she smiled, her eyes squinted as she stared at Jin in silence, as though she was watching a monkey show.

"Brother Qingcheng, why are you looking at me like that?" Am I wrong? " Some of the gold was scared witless by Qingcheng's laughter. He also understood that this caregiver was definitely skilled. He really didn't have the absolute confidence to take care of this heavily injured man.

"Alright, I know what your intentions are. However, I am truly afraid that you will cause the people I worked so hard to get here to faint from the pain, wasting my hard work for the entire night.

Ignoring the dissatisfaction of the gold, Qingcheng used her hand that was dipped in water to wash the man's hair. Because the man had not washed his hair for a long time, his hair was stuck together, making it very difficult to wash.

Qingcheng's technique was exceptionally light and slow. She used water that was filled with medicinal juice to gently rub the man's hair, over and over again. After she was done, she carefully rinsed the hair with water, washing off all the mud and blood stains on his hair, and then the color of his hair appeared in front of his eyes.

"His hair is actually silver." The gold scooped up water with a ladle and his eyes widened in surprise.

Qingcheng was also stunned, she hadn't expected this person to have a head of silver hair. This scene only stunned her for a moment, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

After all, he had lived two lifetimes and wasn't too surprised by such a thing. Not to mention silver hair, he had seen red, blue, and purple hair before.

"Oh my god, there's actually such a color in this world. It's really too weird. " Gold was still unable to recover from this scene.

Qingcheng didn't pay any attention to him. Instead, she lowered her head and ran her hands through his hair seriously, as if she wanted to dry it. It was as if she could feel that the man's body was exceptionally tense, causing Qingcheng's movements to become even more gentle.

"Brother Qingcheng, what are you doing?" Jin came back to his senses, looking at the bewitching Qingcheng with a strange expression.

At first, Qingcheng didn't want to explain herself, but when she thought about it again, perhaps this man's body had developed a repulsion towards other people because he was tortured like this. Such rejection would also have a great impact on his soul. Although he wasn't 100% sure that the man's mind would definitely be damaged, but according to normal people's thinking, this point was undeniable.

"I just wanted to see if his head was injured. Luckily, his head wasn't injured." Qingcheng spoke in a very casual tone. In fact, he only had a tiny bit of intelligence. Although he was a doctor and could treat people, he really had no choice if it hurt his brain. He couldn't say that the person he saved was a fool. "If anyone else were to do better, Gold would probably scold him to death.

Jin made a 'oh' sound, and finally understood Mo Qingcheng's intentions. After that, under Mo Qingcheng's instructions, he handed the cotton handkerchief to her.

Qingcheng carefully wiped the man's hair, and took nearly an incense's time to finally wipe it dry.

After placing the man on the bed and inspecting his wounds, Qingcheng finally let out a sigh of relief.

Qingcheng walked out of the house, stretched a little, and arrived in front of the water vat. She scooped up a ladle of water, washed her face and took a steamed bun from the kitchen, gnawing on it as she said to Jin of gold:

"In the front hall, you don't have to go. Just follow the instructions I just made and give him the medicine. Fry it well and call out to me. Oh, right, don't give him food for now."

Jin muttered something in a low voice before he turned around and went to the medicine cabinet to grab the medicine.