Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Although the shabby room is simple, it is full of common medicinal materials, and there are many prepared wound medicines.

The old bustard of Tianxianglou was earning money in order to preserve Wuhuan's life and beauty. The whips were all concentrated on the back and buttocks, and most of them were traumatic injuries.The more troublesome part is the leg. The lower leg bone was broken before, but the quack doctor failed to fix it, leaving many hidden dangers, which made him unable to walk normally.

There are many elixir and secret methods in the world of cultivating immortals, and the resources are far more abundant than modern society.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, he was the director of medicine in both worlds. He studied for many years and was the number one doctor in the world of cultivating immortals. There was no trauma that could not be cured.

After confirming that Wu Huan's physique was a wood-type spiritual root that could be easily restored, he felt relieved and chose the simplest treatment method. He cut off the clothes stuck to the blood and rinsed the wound with clean water. cut off the infected and festered part with a knife, and then used catgut to sew up two deep wounds, simply crushed several kinds of wound medicine, mixed it into a powder and applied it, and finally, while he was unconscious, directly used The golden needle combined with spiritual power gave a simple anesthesia to the leg, quickly broke the leg bone, and then reattached it.

Wu Huan was woken up by the severe pain, he felt naked in a daze, uncomfortable everywhere, his legs were broken, his heart was desperate, his eyes were red, he knew that he was out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den, that beast He was cruel and merciless, knowing that he had the intention to resist, so he deliberately broke his legs and imprisoned him in the mountains as a plaything, so that he could never run out again...

He will die with this beast!

Wu Huan groped around, trying to find something hard to use as a weapon, but she didn't have any strength in her body.

Song Qingshi was so busy that he was sweating profusely. When he turned around and saw that he had woken up, he quickly administered two more injections of anesthesia.

As night fell, he finally healed all the injuries on Wu Huan's body, bandaged him tightly from head to toe, found a clean old clothes for him to change into, and went to the door to break off a relatively straight vine to flatten all the wounds. The place where the thorns were stabbed was made into a guide stick and kept by his bedside for later use.

Song Qingshi was free and began to study his speaking problems.He checked over and over several times to confirm that there were no problems with his vocal cords and throat, and that his body had no hidden diseases other than malnutrition. He thought for a long time... thinking that this physical speaking problem was a mental illness.

He also had a similar problem when he was young, but it was not that serious, and he gradually got better when he grew up. Now he is still nervous when speaking to strangers, and sometimes his words cannot express his meaning, but there is no problem in communication.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, they tried to pronounce it, and after ah ah ah a few times, they failed again.

He became even more depressed, and felt that Sword Master Mo Yuan's formation was set too far, completely ignoring medical theory, regardless of scientific logic, and forcibly arranging him as a person with speech impairment, which made him unable to speak and his actions were restricted everywhere .In vain, when he used to read books, he liked the deeds of Sword Master Mo Yuan, and a little worshiped him.

Song and Qing Dynasties gave up competing with illogical things, and treated them as additional questions in the examination papers. Although the difficulty is great, it is not insurmountable.He had been lying in a hospital bed for many years, and he didn't like to blame others. No matter how he could run and move now, he just couldn't speak, which was much better than when he was suffering from ALS.

Tomorrow, he will wait for Wuhuan to wake up and check his health. If there is no problem, he will go to Tianxiang Tower to rescue Qu Yurong. Say what you want to say, and then use Qu Yurong's mouth to communicate with Wu Huan.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshi immediately became optimistic again. He raised the medicine stove and happily boiled medicine for Wuhuan.

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The next day, Wu Huan woke up slowly on the bed. He moved his body, his feet were bound by something, he couldn't feel it, he couldn't move, he didn't know how cruel he was treated last night...

When he heard the footsteps of the "beast" approaching, he panicked, and quickly groped around. He accidentally touched a long stick, raised it without thinking, and hit it hard at the place where the sound came from.

Song Qingshi was desperately protecting the hot soup in his hand, unable to avoid it, and was stunned by the random stick.

He is just a monk who has just practiced qi, his body is not much stronger than ordinary people, he has no spiritual power to protect himself, his head has been beaten several times, and the pain is so painful that tears are about to come out.A small ghostly fire appeared around him, which represented the coming of killing intent. He looked vigilantly outside the house, and then at Wu Huan inside the house whose eyes were red with anger. After thinking for a while, he finally realized that the other party seemed to want to kill him. He hurriedly retreated far away with the soup in his arms, hiding in a corner, not daring to get close to this vicious beauty.

Wu Huan and Feng Jun look alike, they speak alike, but their personalities are a little different...

Feng Jun never hit him...

Song Qingshi was a little wronged, but he still felt that Wuhuan had something to do with Fengjun, so he couldn't bear to be angry.

He obediently sat in the corner, waiting for Wuhuan to calm down.

Wuhuan swung his stick in the air a few times to confirm that his footsteps had gone away, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

After a long time, he calmed down slowly, and found that his body was filled with a strong fragrance of medicine, he was tightly wrapped in circles of cloth strips, and he was wearing clean clothes. There was no pain in the back, and it seemed that he had not been violated. the feeling of passing.He has no actual experience in doing this kind of thing, but he heard a lot of things from his brothers in Tianxianglou. Men are not different from women. !Or not to lift it? !

Because Wu Huan cannot see with eyes, her mind is also more sensitive than ordinary people.He has never met a good person in his life, but he has met a bastard who pretends to be a good person and wants to deceive him several times. It is hard to believe that someone will treat him unconditionally, and he does not believe that those monks who patronize Tianxianglou will be good things!

He carefully examined his body, trying to find any clues that he had been played with.However, apart from traces of medicinal herbs and healing, there was nothing on his body. Four long wooden boards were tied to his legs, which seemed to be used to fix the position of the bones.He touched it suspiciously for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

After asking, he felt a little regretful, how could he expect the mute to speak?

Wuhuan lowered her head, lost in thought.

Song Qingshi observed for a long time, and saw that he didn't seem to be beating anyone anymore, so he carefully approached again with the soup in his hands, scooped up the soup with a spoon, blew on it, and brought it to his lips, signaling him to eat it.

"I don't like to take medicine, it's too bitter." Wu Huan smelled the soup, and quickly turned her head to avoid it, but her heart became flustered again. The old bustard often gave stubborn newcomers medicine to cheer up. He had heard it many times After being tricked into taking the medicine, the young girl who would rather die than obey loses her strength and becomes sensitive, and then wanders around under the guests.

Therefore, he has a deep fear of medicine, even if the injury is serious, he will not take it.

Wu Huan backed away, constantly refusing the soup that was offered to her mouth.

Song Qingshi refused to let go, chasing after him to feed, babbling, trying to put the spoon in his mouth, let him taste it, and understood that honey was added to the medicine, so it was not bitter.

Wu Huan was in a hurry, she pushed the medicine bowl indiscriminately, the medicine bowl was overturned, the medicine was spilled on the person in front of her, and on the bed, the bowl fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.

Song Qingshi held the spoon and was stunned.

Wu Huan felt the depression of the person in front of him, and suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. He always felt that something was wrong, and wanted to investigate again, but he had already revealed his fierce true colors, and even beat and kicked, how could he lie to fool him?He gripped the stick tightly, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything in the end...

Song Qingshi seized the opportunity and quickly stuffed the medicine from the spoon into his mouth.

Wuhuan didn't have time to react, so she swallowed the soup with a mouthful, and the tongue was full of sweet and sour taste, which was not unpalatable.Then, he felt himself being gently pressed down on the bed, and the quilt wet with the soup medicine was taken away, and after a while, the other party brought a new quilt with a breath of sunshine, and placed it on him carefully .

After a while, he heard the sound of picking up debris.

Wu Huan couldn't help asking: "Are you angry? If yes, knock on something once, if not, knock twice."

Song Qingshi immediately knocked on the bed board twice, although the patient was very bad-behaved and did not cooperate with the treatment.But he also knows that blind patients are very sensitive, long-term abuse made him feel insecure, irritability and thinking are normal, and he has no way to explain it, so he can't blame the other party for losing his temper.

Wu Huan thought for a long time, and then asked, "I don't feel any sensation in my leg, did you do it?"

Song Qingshi knocked on the bed board, but felt that something was wrong. He grabbed his leg and gave him two more needles to lift part of the anesthesia, allowing him to slowly feel the pain in his leg. Then he took a small wooden stick and placed it on the His hands were broken and reattached several times, the two of them gestured for a long time, and did many multiple-choice questions of "yes" and "no", and finally let Wu Huan understand what happened to the leg injury.

Wu Huan asked cautiously: "So, you are treating a disease, and you didn't do anything nasty to me?"

Song Qingshi nodded frantically, and knocked heavily on the bed board to show that he was right, then brought a bowl of medicine over again, put it next to him, pulled his palm, and kept writing the word "medicine" on it , Try to let him learn simple words to achieve the effect of communication.

Wu Huan had never touched words before. He thought for a long time before he understood the meaning of the other party from the repeated strokes. So he guessed the meaning of each word. After dozens of failures, he finally guessed: "Drug ?”

Song Qingshi was overjoyed and immediately knocked on the bed board.

Wu Huan tried to stretch out his finger and draw the trajectory of words in the air. He felt unspeakable joy in his heart. He often begged others to read to him. Sometimes it was lively and interesting scripts, and sometimes it was beautiful poems and songs. He really wanted to know What does the text in the book look like? He really wants to read the book.

However, everyone laughed at him as a blind man, wishful thinking.

"Medicine." He tried to write again and again, "So the text looks like this." After a long time, he put down his hand a little disappointed, and smiled bitterly, "Even if I know the text, so what? I still can't read the book." .”

Song Qingshi thought for a while, took a piece of wood, and carved the word "medicine" on it with a knife, then put it in his hand, pulled his fingers, and stroked the uneven parts of each stroke, indicating to read.

Before he can refine the Xuantian Taiming Pill, he can first teach Wu Huan how to recognize characters by finger writing, and then ask a carpenter to carve books on wood chips. Although Braille is not popularized in the world of cultivating immortals, Wu Huan looks very smart. He should be able to learn normal writing, and when he regains his sight in the future, he will not be illiterate.

Song Qingshi was very proud, he felt that his idea was very good.

Wu Huan happily touched the writing on the wooden board for a long time, then looked up at the blurred light and shadow in front of him, and suddenly wondered what this person looked like.After thinking for a long time, he finally stretched out his hand gently, and when he touched Song Qing, seeing that the other party did not resist, he boldly put his hand on his face, and then on his body, stroking slowly and feeling carefully.

Prejudice and fear clouded his heart, making him unable to judge the truth of the matter.

Now, he finally realized that the person in front of him was just a thin young man, only twelve or thirteen years old at most, and his body was not fully developed. He couldn't possibly have other goals for himself...

Wu Huan let go of his hand in horror, he couldn't face his own stupidity.

The boy mustered up his courage, rescued him from hell, and gave him tenderness.

What did he do?

Calculations, insults, beatings, dark guesses, even wanting to kill the benefactor...

"Yes, I'm sorry," Wu Huan trembled slightly, regretting to the core, he made such a serious mistake that he didn't know how to express his apology, "It's my fault, I..." He didn't know that he could What to do to make up for such a mistake, "You can ask me to do anything."

Song Qingshi immediately picked up the medicine bowl and handed the spoon to his mouth again, expressing his determination to want the other party to take the medicine.

Wu Huan hesitated for a moment, and finally opened her mouth, trying to accept the kindness...

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In the evening, Song Qingshi hurried to Tianxiang Tower.

After feeding the medicine in the morning, he couldn't help but teach Wu Huan a few more words, but Wu Huan is smart and easy to learn, no matter what word, he just needs to write it on his palm once or twice to remember it.One of them was serious about teaching, and the other was serious about learning. He worked too hard as a teacher, and used Bigu Dan for meals, so he forgot important things.

He had to rescue Qu Yurong quickly, otherwise the mission would fail.

When Song Qing returned to Tianxiang Tower, he found that it was in chaos, as if he was looking for someone. He thought he was looking for Wuhuan, but after listening carefully, it seemed that it was not...

The old bustard was crying out of breath: "My Yurong! Who killed a thousand dollars and took away my money tree?!"

Gui Gong and Hua Niang kept persuading him, it seemed that the devil named Fu Donglai in the original book took advantage of the fire and turmoil to kidnap Qu Yurong this morning.In the original book, Fu Donglai is a casual cultivator, one of Qu Yurong's men, good at empty hands, usually come and go without a trace, now that Qu Yurong is captured, he doesn't know where to go to have fun.

The original story of this story did not...

Song Qingshi was lying on the fence, dumbfounded, he lost the task object, what should he do in the exam?