Chapter 134: Large-scale confession

Min Sixing was really dying. His face was covered with red herpes, and blood blisters were swollen, some of them were broken, and the translucent blood flowed out, maybe because he was afraid of sticking to the wound, all his clothes were removed. After all, he looked like a blood man from afar.
Xiao Fengwu covered his mouth and nose with a white pajama, rolled his eyes bloody, and stretched out to lift the thin beard on Min Sixing's body, and found that the light red linear lines had spread to the waist, and he took the kerchief. It spread out and tied a knot behind his head, covering most of his face. This was the way to get Min Sixing's pulse.
The pulse was weak, and the air was like a gossamer. Xiao Fengwu broke his mandible and found that the jaws were closed, and he couldn't take any medicine at all. Forcibly poured it in for fear of drowning his throat. After thinking about it, he picked up a pen and wrote down two prescriptions. The servant said: "Go and mix the medicinal materials on the first prescription, and then grind them into a fine powder, which costs 20 kilograms. Add water to the medicinal materials on the second prescription, boil it into an ointment, and bring it over to him. , Prepare the silver needles, the charcoal stove will burn, and I will bring them when I need them."
Min Sixing's index finger was already swollen and purple. Xiao Fengwu took a silver needle and pierced it more than half an inch into his fingertip. The maid beside him couldn't bear it, and only felt that his hand was also hurting.
The silver needle is pulled out and the needle is black.
Xiao Fengwu changed a small knife, opened a small mouth on Min Sixing's index finger, and then squeezed it hard. After a long time, some blood came out. It was black and sticky. It couldn't fall off even if it touched the finger. Xiao Fengwu wiped it with a kerchief. Continue to squeeze until he sees some normal blushing before stopping.
Min Shangshan used all the servants in the house. After a while, the powder and ointment were ready. Xiao Fengwu pulled out the 36 needles from Min Sixing's body one by one, and then signaled the servants to apply the medicine: "Apply the ointment all over the body, blood bubbles All the broken places must be wiped."
He disgusted himself, leaning back against the bedpost, without even looking at it.
The servant was afraid of the spread of the disease. When applying the medicine, he trembled and did not dare to breathe. The black ointment spread all over his body, and Min Sixing quickly became completely dark, and there was no white ground.
Xiao Fengwu opened the bag of powdered medicine and poured it into the charcoal basin one by one: "Bring the charcoal basin over and place it under the bed. Use a fan to fan it hard. The four corners of the room should also be placed to raise the temperature."
Since ancient times, I have never seen such a strange cure for a disease. Although the people are strange in their hearts, they have to do it. Everyone sweats profusely with fans, but Xiao Fengwu stepped out and observed the situation inside through a window. .
Gradually, white smoke came out of the room, choking people into tears, as if it was on fire. The bald old man covered his face with his sleeve and looked at Xiao Fengwu furiously: "What kind of obscene technique, you are not playing a game of life. ?!"
Xiao Fengwu folded his arms and stared at him with a seemingly non-smiling smile: "I'm not dead, shut up, my father didn't say anything, what kind of grandson are you here, why, can't you wait to see my grandpa? "
The bald old man has a certain reputation in Yancheng, and there are countless disciples under him, and he has been scolded like this by someone pointing his nose, and he immediately fell back and almost fainted.
Min Shangshan had a bit of tolerance, he kept silent, just staring at the movement in the room.
Xiao Fengwu walked to Qin Mingyue's side and pulled him to sit on the ground. Then he was not too dirty, lying on the spot with his legs pillowed on him, closed his eyes and said: "Remember to call me when the day is about to dawn."
Qin Mingyue pulled out the grass from the ground, circled twice at his fingertips, and responded in a perfunctory manner.
The bald old man was even more disgusted when he saw this: "I don't know how to be ashamed!"
Qin Mingyue raised her eyes when she heard this, and slightly curled her lips: "We haven't taken off our clothes yet. This is shameless, old man, are you still a boy? You are a lot of age. They don’t even have an incense."
People who are in the lower ranks, speaking of the lower ranks, Qin Mingyue has not suffered any nasty things in these years, and is afraid of a bad old man.
Xiao Fengwu listened to the fighting between the two of them, turned his head with a sullen smile, and said to Qin Mingyue: "You said these people are not bad or not, we both went to sleep under the covers in the usual way."
Qin Mingyue stared at him and said gloomily: "You are not much better."
Xiao Fengwu leaned on him desperately and didn't care: "I'm not bad, you don't like it."
It had not been long before dawn, and the clappers could still be faintly heard not far away, and the room was hot like a steamer. The servants changed waves after waves, but Min Sixing did not see any tendency to wake up.
Min Shangshan was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, already looking a little anxious, and from time to time he looked at Xiao Fengwu with a calm face. Qin Mingyue saw that the horizon was already pale, and he was a little anxious, and hurriedly woke Xiao Fengwu up.
"Wake up soon, it's dawn."
Xiao Fengwu hadn't slept too much. He opened his eyes and sat up from the ground with a light sigh. Qin Mingyue patted him with grass clippings and dust on his body: "You go in and have a look, the room is all smoked. It's smoking, don't go wrong."
Xiao Fengwu only said, "Waiting for me here."
All the doctors headed by the bald old man Li Simiao stared at Xiao Fengwu's every move, all shook their heads and laughed: "Boy, ranting, but put yourself in, the sky is breaking, and the chickens are about to cry."
Xiao Fengwu ignored him and opened the door to enter. There was a heat wave on the floor. There were four family members in the fan fan, sweating, all of them looked like they were caught in the water.
Min Sixing was lying on the bed with no reaction at all. The black ointment on his body was already dry and crusted. With a light touch, it fell into pieces. Xiao Fengwu picked up a white kerchief and wiped off the scum on his wrist. , And then closed his eyes and cut the pulse. After a while, opened his eyes, put a needle into his eyebrow and throat: "Continue fanning, and burn all the medicine slag."
After speaking, he didn't go out, so he found a place to sit not far away, leaning on the back of the chair and closing his eyes to rest, tapping regularly with his fingertips on his knees.
As time passed, the sky revealed a white fish belly, and the thick ink sky gradually became shallower. The dawn pours from the clouds, and the big rooster raised by Min's back kitchen also stretched its neck, and the loud cried The spirits of everyone could not help but be lifted.
The difference is that the bald old man was excited, and Qin Mingyue was nervous. Min Shangshan looked ugly. Looking through the window, he found that Min Sixing was still motionless, while Xiao Fengwu leaned on the chair as if he had fallen asleep. Into the door.
The air in the early morning was cold, the door suddenly opened, and a chill came in, and the sweaty servants couldn't help but shiver. Xiao Fengwu also had sweat on his head, but it was hot. He used his kerchief not to rush in. After a wipe, the clouds are light and breezy.
Min Shangshan's teeth were almost broken, and he said bitterly, "Xiao Fengwu--!"
Xiao Fengwu didn't rush and said, "I'm here."
The bald old man smiled gloomily: "Quick doctor harms people, Master Min, what nonsense with this madman, just tie it up and send it to the yamen."
The servants outside also huddled in the window to watch the excitement. Xiao Fengwu opened his eyes, got up from the chair, and said to the bald old man: "I really want to twist the root of your tongue. It's more verbose than a lady."
The bald old man sneered and said, "Dying struggling! The old man doesn't care about the dead."
Xiao Fengwu raised the corners of his robe and sat on the bed, cut the pulse of Qi Min Sixing, and then pulled out the silver needle between his eyebrows. When he was about to move the needle in his throat, he did not know what to think of, but he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly retracted with a smile. Hand: "Hey, your hands are shaking, Li Simiao, how about you come and help pull out this needle?"
Li Simiao was the bald old man. He was taken aback when he heard the words, and then dismissed it with a smile: "If I can't cure myself, I want to cheat the old man? Daydreaming."
Several old men nearby also laughed out loud. Later, when they caught a glimpse of Min Shangshan's face, they all stopped.
Xiao Fengwu patted his knees: "Li Simiao, what are you afraid of? It's just a needle, and you can't kill people. Let's do it, I'll count me if you die. It's not your fault."
Li Simiao felt deceitful and unwilling to talk, but Min Shangshan grabbed him out and pushed him forward: "Pull the needle!"
Li Simiao, the doctor in the Min’s Qianjin Hall, was grabbed by the back of his collar and immediately groaned. Xiao Fengwu got up, brushed his sleeves, smiled and made a please gesture: "Please."
The throat is a deadly spot for the human body. If there is a slight difference, it will kill him. Li Simiao settled down without hesitation. He quickly pulled out the needle, saying that it was too late and it was fast. Everyone saw that they were still lying on the bed. Min Sixing suddenly opened his eyes, and he spouted a mouthful of black bruise. Li Simiao was unprepared, his face was sprayed and he froze immediately.
Min Sixing lay on the bed, coughing endlessly. The medicine shell on his body shattered and fell due to the violent movement. The blood bubbles were visible to the naked eye, and the blood blisters disappeared. Min Shangshan stepped forward with joy: "My son! You are awake! "
The bite Min Sixing vomited was poisonous blood, and the stench was unpleasant. Xiao Fengwu saw Li Simiao's wide-eyed and fluctuating chest, just like a toad, laughing straight at the door, and laughed and went out.
Qin Mingyue was blocked and couldn't get in. She squinted through the window to see the whole process. She was finally relieved when she saw this, and said to Xiao Fengwu: "If you are cured, let's go quickly. I'm not at ease staying here for a moment."
Xiao Fengwu rolled his eyes when he heard the words and slowly leaned over. Suddenly, he was caught off guard and gave a loud kiss on his face. Qin Mingyue was shocked, but when he saw him leaning against the arch of the courtyard, he slowly shook his head and said: "Now I'm gone, thanks to the panic, not in a hurry."
Qin Mingyue's face was still a bit numb, he stroked his face with his hand, dazed for a moment, then glanced sideways at Xiao Fengwu, standing aside with a smile but no sound.
The first person to leave was Doctor Shen. He was the only one who did not push his illness to the witchcraft art. He had enough of the excitement, and he walked out cheerfully with the medicine box on his back, and said to Xiao Fengwu, "It's a generation that is more A strong generation, Young Master Xiao is a young talent, and the old man admires him and dares to ask for advice. What a stubborn disease is this? How can it be unheard of?"
"This is a red lotus sore. I used to listen to elders chatting at home, and then I know that ordinary people will not suffer from this disease, or the Min family is blessed." Xiao Fengwu sneered, then arched his hand to Doctor Shen: "You always walk slowly."
Doctor Shen stretched his waist: "It's easy to talk."
Another old man followed behind trying to get confused. As a result, Xiao Fengwu lifted his long legs and directly blocked the door. He smiled and looked at the old man without speaking. He looked at the other person in confusion. Qin Mingyue raised an eyebrow. Reminded: "What are you doing in a daze, not called Master Patriarch?"
I almost forgot about it.
Xiao Fengwu held a brick in his hand and threw it back and forth: "It's okay if you don't want to call, let Lao Tzu take a shot, and this matter will be over."
Hearing this, the other party took a breath, Xiao Fengwu, a ruthless kid, can he still live if he shoots a brick?
After a moment of entanglement between face and life, the old man simply chose the latter, covering his face with his sleeves, and said, "Disciple Kang Jiming, I've seen Master Master."
Xiao Fengwu lowered his legs and lifted his chin slightly: "Well, let's go."
With the first person to take the lead, there are few hard bones behind, especially the slabs in Xiao Fengwu's hands, which were tossed violently. The doctors lined up one by one, only pinching their noses.
"Disciple Gongsun Qi, I have seen Grandpa Master."
"Disciple Fan Yong, I have met Master Patriarch."
"Disciple Sun Shaozu, I have met Master Zu."
The maids and servants of the Min family gathered around, looking at this rare wonder in a century, a bunch of old men bowed their heads and bowed their heads and respectfully bowed to a young man, calling it the ancestor master.
The only thing that didn't move was Li Simiao, his face was gloomy, the blood stains on his face had been washed away, his beard had no wind, and he said coldly, "I would rather have received this brick."
Xiao Fengwu lowered his eyes and asked, "Really?"
Li Simiao: "Naturally."
"Snapped--!"
As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Fengwu shot a brick with no warning, and the brick fell in half. Li Simiao might as well shake his figure twice and crash to the ground.
Xiao Fengwu patted the grey on his hands: "I really don't dare to move you."