After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

As soon as Dugu Chen left, the sergeants of the governor's office carefully helped Li Xiujing up, and then sent someone to ask the county government to borrow a bamboo stretcher. Put the person on a stretcher and carry him back to his home.

At this time, snowflakes were floating in the air again and falling down. Little by little, the bright red that just fell on the white snow was covered up.

He watched coldly as Marquis Yu moved the execution bench and passed by her.

Pei Jiaoran frowned, moved forward a few steps, and then stopped. He looked at the door of the mansion with a confused look on his face.

"Mingfu, why don't you go and take a look?"

There was a shadow above the head, stopping the falling snow. Pei Jiaoran turned around and saw Chu You standing next to her holding an umbrella.

Looking at Chu You, Pei Jiaoran grabbed the umbrella with his hands. He ran out quickly.

Pei Jiaoran and the medical officer entered the mansion at the same time. No matter what the people around him looked like, he walked through the crowd and walked to the innermost part.

At this time, Li Xiujing closed her eyes tightly and lay face down on the bed. Everyone around him looked anxious. Seeing the medical officer coming, they quickly made way for someone to come over and look at the injury.

The medical officer first checked his pulse and then rolled his eyelids. Finally, he cupped his hands to the people around him and said, "Fortunately, I still have breath. Go get the scissors, remember to wipe them with wine first and then put them on the fire. Otherwise, the wound will not grow well, and it will become festered."

Pei Jiaoran opened the medicine box and took the scissors. According to the medical officer's instructions, he wiped it with wine and then scalded it with fire before handing it over.

Looking at the white fingers holding the scissors, the medical officer was stunned. He turned his head and looked over, and when he saw it was Pei Jiaoran, his eyes became even more surprised.

"Treat the injury first. I know some medical knowledge, and you can just give me your orders."

The medical officer suppressed his surprise and carefully cut open the clothing around the wound with scissors.

"These people are very cruel."

After he said this, he felt regretful again. The governor is a governor of a state and is of the fourth rank. Who can punish him? So after saying this, he remained silent.

All the clothing was finally cut open, and the wounds were as shocking as imagined.

"Fortunately, the governor has practiced martial arts all year round and is strong. Otherwise, if these dozens of sticks are used, he will be disabled even if he is not dead. Those executioners are really cruel."

Pei Jiaoran's hand holding the lamp shook and he almost poured the wax down. He quickly straightened the lamp in his hand. These words are frightening, but they are true.

If Li Xiujing died in Guazhou, the Li family in Longxi would definitely send someone to thoroughly investigate the cause of death. She will definitely become the target of public criticism, after all, she is the one who wants to attack Wang Shizhao.

"Oh, you all get out. Mingfu and I can just stay here. Everyone is here, and it's a mess." The medical officer waved his hand and told the others to get out quickly.

Although Pei Jiaoran was there to help, it still took most of the day. It was already evening by the time those who cut clothes, cleaned wounds, and applied medicines had their time.

The medical officer wiped his hands with a handkerchief and warned: "The governor's injury is prone to fever. You are a lady in the Ming Dynasty, and your heart is more delicate than those big men outside. Please stay here and keep an eye on me for the rest of the night." That's fine. I'm just waiting outside. If you need anything, just call me."

At the request of the medical officer, Pei Jiaoran stayed alone. After dinner, the lamp was turned on. Sitting in front of the case, he looked thoughtfully at the weapons rack in the distance.

In this confrontation with Dugu Chen, she seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact she suffered huge losses. Not only did Dugu Chen pay attention to her, but Jia Gonglu also began to pay attention to her.

After Wang Shizhao was removed, he was appointed as a recorder to join the army. Now that Li Xiujing, an ally, was seriously injured in bed, all power was temporarily under the control of Lu Shi Jianjun. The other sergeants are helpless.

He can only record things of the seventh grade, but he can borrow Fei to temporarily serve as the governor. Whatever you want to do will be limited by it.

Rubbing his eyebrows irritably, he suddenly heard a whisper. Pei Jiaoran held the candlestick, walked around the screen, and looked at Li Xiujing, whose eyes were closed.

His lips and teeth moved, as if he was saying something. Pei Jiaoran leaned down to listen and vaguely made out the word "sorry". She didn't care to examine what he said and put the candlestick aside.

As the medical officer said, when there is an injury, there is a cold, and Li Xiujing did develop a fever. His face was burning red, and his lips were so chapped that they turned into gray crusts. The breath he exhaled was also frighteningly hot.

After calling the medical officer in, Pei Jiaoran stepped aside.

"Ming Mansion, please quickly prepare a few charcoal pots. It's cold in the northwest at night, so the injured person can't see the wind. Also fill up the window cracks with something," the medical officer said eagerly.

Pei Jiaoran responded. Call the servants at the door to prepare what the medical officer wants.

After a while, several servants brought four charcoal basins.

The blade-like wind took the opportunity to sneak in when the door was opened. Scratching on the skin is like a steel blade passing by.

Pei Jiaoran took a deep breath, closed the door and walked to the window. He picked up the grass brought by the servant and blocked the cracks in the window.

The room was much warmer, but Li Xiujing on the bed twitched from time to time.

"It's time to give me the acupuncture. Mingfu would like you to give this old man a lamp."

With a soft response, Pei Jiaoran walked to the couch holding a candle. He lowered his eyes and looked at Li Xiujing, who was almost dying, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

"Alas, I have followed this boy for so long, and this is not the first time I have seen him suffer such serious injuries." The medical officer applied the acupuncture very steadily and said with a smile: "During the Turkic rebellion a few years ago, this boy had an injury on his shoulder. He was hit by an arrow. He was still injured and chased the Turks to Duhu Mountain and wiped them out in one fell swoop."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran nodded, "Because of that battle, he was promoted from the Sima of Fengzhou to the governor of Guazhou."

"That's right. This guy is a good soldier in marching and fighting. He was hit by an arrow and was in a coma for several days. Also, the last time Tibet attacked, he led 500 people to explore alone and came back unscathed." Medical officer He praised Li Xiujing without hesitation.

Listening to the medical officer's nagging voice, Pei Jiaoran turned his eyes to Li Xiujing. She only knew that Li Xiujing had great military achievements, but she did not expect that there would be such twists and turns behind him.

With his background, he relies on the shadow of his ancestors. It's not like there isn't a good way out, but he chose the most dangerous one.

In the previous life, Li Xiujing paid homage to the Minister of War and led the military envoy from afar. What price did he pay?

Pei Jiaoran narrowed his eyes and sighed. If you want to reach a high position, how can you not pay the price?

While thinking about it, the medical officer had already finished administering the injections. He looked at Pei Jiaoran with a narrow look on his face, "Mingfu, I have taken the medicine and been pricked with needles. But today is still dangerous, you need to take care of me carefully. Once the fever subsides, you will be able to get through this."

"it is good."

The medical officer smoothed his beard and walked out slowly.

People who are sick are indeed restless, especially those with fever.

Li Xiujing kicked off the quilt several times, or shouted for water in a daze. The water came, but he refused to open his mouth, so Pei Jiaoran had no choice but to dip his handkerchief in the water and wet his chapped lips little by little.

Putting the bowl aside, Pei Jiaoran gritted his teeth. He bent down to pick up the quilt that had slipped down, and covered Li Xiujing with it.

She shouldn't have promised the medical officer to stay and take care of Li Xiujing. It's not like the Governor's Mansion doesn't have maids and servants, so it's none of her business.

When Li Xiujing wakes up, she must ask him for payment.