Phi-Fic Chapter 219 Rescue
Chapter 219 Rescue
Suddenly, Doctor Jiang shouted angrily from the center of the encirclement: "Watch your mouth!"
"What's wrong with being dirty? My mother fell so hard, she hasn't woken up yet, and she's almost dying. As a doctor, you don't save her!"
"How to save them! Tell me how to save them! There are people dying here! Who do you think should be pushed out?"
Then there was non-stop cursing and shouting.
Qiaoqiao wiped her face and shouted anxiously, "Sister! Sister...Baizhi! Baizhi!"
Doctor Jiang's furious voice could be heard from the crowd: "Who's looking for Bai Zhi?! I was looking for her! She disappeared at this critical moment!"
Lin Chuqi, who dismounted and rushed over to squeeze in with Qiaoqiao, stopped outside the crowd, cold sweat all over his body - Baizhi was not here, and Doctor Jiang was not a person who would show favoritism, how could they save Cheng Mao?
"Are you looking for Bai Zhi?"
Suddenly a question came from their ears, Qiaoqiao and Lin Chuqi were startled, and turned around suddenly to see - it was Qiao Banxian.
Qiao Banxian was still covered in dirt, his face expressionless. Qiaoqiao finally grasped at a lifeline and rushed over anxiously, "Brother Qiao, do you know where my sister is?"
"Let's go find Prince Jing." Qiao Banxian handed the bag in his hand to Qiaoqiao. "She asked me to tell you that we're going all the way home and will stop at the third house in Hugu Lane in Linzhou City."
Both children were very surprised, but when they thought about it carefully, the originally smooth battle situation was suddenly broken into by the barbarians. The White Tiger Army’s base, especially Chu Yunchuan, must be like ants on the hot pan, so it was understandable that Bai Zhi rushed to accompany them.
It makes sense, but it's a bit disappointing.
The driver approached at that moment and asked, "Miss, young master, do you want to rush to the county government office or wait here?"
Qiaoqiao was stunned, subconsciously wanting to ask, "Is it up to us to decide?" She looked at the driver, then at Lin Chuqi, then at Cheng Mao, whose face was ashen, not far away, and couldn't help but shudder.
These elite soldiers have already fulfilled their duty by escorting them, and they cannot help them make decisions to save people. Cheng Mao's life and death can only be decided by her and Lin Chuqi.
Lin Chuqi suddenly came up with an idea and asked hurriedly, "Can we invite the county doctor here?"
The driver looked hesitant and said, "Young Master, there are still injured people in the county government waiting for doctors to treat them. I'm afraid it's difficult to hire one."
Lin Chuqi bit her lower lip.
Qiaoqiao hugged the package tightly, as if she was hugging Baizhi who was nowhere to be found.
How to do?How to do?
"Let's go to the county government office."
Lin Chuqi took Qiaoqiao's arm and dragged her back to the horse. He was so panicked that sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still made a decision: "There are too many people here, and they are very angry. I'm afraid it won't be our turn. Besides, I remember my sister said that Doctor Jiang is not good at treating poisons. Even if it were our turn, she might not be able to save Brother Cheng."
It made sense and had good evidence. Although Qiaoqiao's mind was still confused, she felt that having a path to follow was better than running around aimlessly, so she nodded.
The driver understood and waved his hand, preparing to return to the county government office. Qiaoqiao threw the package onto the saddle and prepared to mount, but she had been running for her life, hiding, and rushing back to the city today, and she was exhausted. Her legs trembled in the stirrups, and she tried several times but couldn't get on the horse. Seeing that the others were about to leave, she hurriedly pulled the saddle with all her might, but instead of getting on, she pulled the package apart, and the miscellaneous items inside immediately scattered to the ground.
Lin Chuqi turned around to look at her when she heard the voice. She didn't urge her, but said to the driver, "You go first, we'll be there soon."
The package contained the silver they had brought with them on this trip. Qiaoqiao, no matter how anxious she was, knew she couldn't go anywhere without money, so she immediately squatted down to collect it. A small porcelain bottle lay among the silver coins. Qiaoqiao picked it up and was about to put it in the package when she suddenly felt it looked very familiar and stared at it intently.
Seeing Qiaoqiao was motionless, Lin Chuqi came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Is it..." Qiaoqiao suddenly stood up, staring at the small porcelain bottle, her hands shaking, "Did my sister take half a bottle of red mother-raising with her when she left?"
Lin Chuqi almost stopped breathing.
In an instant, ecstasy swept over him, and Lin Chuqi immediately opened his voice and called back all the elite soldiers who had not gone far.
Qiaoqiao opened the bottle cap and carefully poured out the powder. It was dark red, with a faint aroma of meat. This was the miraculous medicine that had once saved Baizhi, capable of bringing the dead back to life. She carefully dotted the powder onto Cheng Mao's wound, and when it was empty, the wound was completely filled.
The driver sighed and said, "It turns out that there really are red mothers in the world."
The powder hadn't taken effect yet, and Qiaoqiao was still worried. She absentmindedly continued, "There's a plant growing outside the city. Its flowers smell like stewed meat. It was because we were looking for the smell of meat that we ran into the barbarians... I really don't know if this medicine is a life-saving drug or a deadly one."
A quarter of an hour later, Cheng Mao's weak, short breathing calmed down. The elite soldier felt his pulse again and exclaimed in amazement, "It really is a miracle drug. His pulse has stabilized."
"Really?" Qiaoqiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great."
Lin Chuqi stood up and said, "Let's go. First, take Brother Cheng to the county government office to see a doctor. Then we will listen to my sister and leave here."
Qiaoqiao hugged the package tightly and looked in the direction of Qiao Banxian. He sat leaning against the wall, and from time to time, villagers gathered around to ask for divination. She was about to speak, but Qiao Banxian waved his hand prophetically, indicating that he should be ignored.
The elite soldiers carried Cheng Mao back onto their horses, and the group left without looking back.
After a while, two people squeezed out from the crowd at the entrance of the sick and injured workshop. Ji Feilan carried the still weak Qiao Wanwan and said expressionlessly, "Stubborn."
"I'm almost well, why should I take up a blanket? There are so many people waiting for help outside."
"Almost healed?" Ji Feilan raised her foot and gently kicked Qiao Wanwan's leg. Qiao Wanwan winced in pain and cursed her with a grimacing voice. The two of them, one noisy and the other quiet, walked against the tide of people seeking medical treatment, unaware that they were being stared at by Qiao Banxian, who was leaning against the wall.
A kind-hearted villager passing by called out to Qiao Wanwan, tilting his chin towards the corner of the wall and saying, "Junjia, the immortal is watching you. He's very good at fortune-telling. He probably thinks you're destined to be together. Why don't you go get a fortune-telling?"
Qiao Wanwan turned her head and saw a face she hadn't seen in years, one that bore a striking resemblance to her own. She didn't avoid the other person's gaze; he leaned against the wall, grimy and grimy, his shadow constantly obscured by the figures of the people praying for divination.
The face had a slightly furrowed brow and eyes slightly open, as if expressing anger, but also as if expressing compassion.
"That person looks exactly like you." Ji Feilan said, "Unfortunately, I don't believe it. If you did, I could carry you over to ask the immortal."
"What immortal? He's just a charlatan." Qiao Wanwan turned her head back indifferently, "Let's go."
In that shadow-like sight, the two gradually walked away.