The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

As for the man's eyes, she decided to use the Qingdu Mingmu Drink: 4 qian each of the Plantago asiatica, Taraxacum mongolicum, and Shuanghua, 2.4 qian each of the Chrysanthemum, Red Peony Root, Cassia Seed, and Plantago Seed, 1.8 qian of Bupleurum, 1.2 qian of Mint, Akebia, and Cicada Shell, and 3 qian of Polygonatum.

Boil the medicine in water and drink it, then apply the residue to your eyes.

This whole process took another half day.

By the time Song Yu had finished his troubles, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky.

The man who was originally lying on the bed had been wrapped by her like a mummy.

Song Yu's clothes were mostly soaked with sweat, mixed with the blood stains on the man's body, and gave off a strange smell.

She smelled it and almost vomited.

Resisting the discomfort, she went to the kitchen to boil water for a bath.

After taking a shower, she felt refreshed, but her stomach was rumbling with hunger and she really didn't have the energy to light a fire and cook.

I returned to the room, opened my backpack, and took out a piece of compressed biscuit.

In the past, I would never eat it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now I taste it and it’s still delicious.

The main reason was that condiments were scarce in that era. There was only the simplest salt, and not even chili peppers. Although there was dogwood as a substitute, it was spicy and a bit bitter, and she really couldn't get used to it.

After eating the biscuits and yawning, Song Yu couldn't sleep. She had to stay with the patient. Tonight was critical. After tonight, the man could only live for 50 minutes.

If we can’t make it through tonight, we’ll just dig the ground and dig the hole tomorrow.

Song Yu caught a glimpse of the bloody clothes on the ground at the foot of the bed.

She walked over, picked up the clothes and touched them. The material was excellent silk and was worth a fortune.

It's a pity that it's covered in blood and has holes, so it's of no use anymore.

Of course, after patching it up, it can still be worn, but the blood stains on it are mixed with poison.

Normal cleaning cannot remove it, so it is useless.

Throwing away the clothes, Song Yu sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the man's face.

His appearance, wounds, and clothes all confirmed that this man was definitely not an ordinary person.

But Song Yu saved him only because...

It was already dawn. Song Yu glanced at the daylight outside the window and looked at the man's forehead with a tired face.

There is no fever. I checked his breathing and found no wheezing and a normal pulse.

The gates of hell are finally closed.

Song Yu hasn't stayed up late for a long time, because three generations of his family have been doctors, and they try to avoid staying up late, which is harmful to the body and liver.

After breakfast, Song Yu walked out of the house, locked the gate, and walked towards the village chief's house.

Along the way, they met villagers who had just opened their shops early in the morning. Everyone was a little surprised to see Song Yu, but when they saw the medicinal herbs in her hands, they thought she was going to see the village chief to ask him to help sell the medicine.

He just casually asked, "Doctor Xiao Song, why are you going to see the village chief so early?"

Song Yu nodded: "Yeah."

"Dr. Song, have you had breakfast? If not, come in and have something to eat with us." The villagers greeted him warmly.

Song Yu declined: "I've eaten, you guys eat, you guys eat."

The pace also quickened.

She went to see the village chief, on the one hand to ask the village chief to help her sell medicine, and on the other hand to tell the village chief that she had picked up a man.

She was originally an outsider, and now she has picked up another outsider. It is reasonable for her to say something.

But when the village chief heard her words, he frowned slightly.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Doctor Xiao Song, I know you are a doctor and I don't want to stand by and watch someone die, but I feel that person is not simple after hearing what you said. If this causes unnecessary trouble to the village, I, as the village chief, will be responsible for the villagers."

After listening to this, Song Yu nodded in understanding and said, "Don't worry, Village Chief. I'll let him go as soon as he wakes up. If he does anything wrong after waking up, I'll send him away in the same way I rescued him."

The village chief was slightly surprised when he saw the expression on Song Yu's face.

Song Yu has always given people the impression of being gentle and polite. I have known her for so long and have never seen her lose her temper.

It's really unexpected that he has never blushed once but now he has such a shocking expression.

But in just a blink of an eye, Song Yu returned to his previous gentle behavior.

It was as if what he just saw was just the village chief's illusion.

Song Yu handed the medicinal herbs to the village chief, and also gave him the medicinal herbs he needed to purchase, as well as the silver.

After returning from the village chief's house, Song Yu took a look at the still unconscious man, then went back into the kitchen to boil medicine.

Men's situation is special, and the prescription needed must be changed according to the situation.

While Song Yu was decocting the medicine, he was also cutting sawdust with a wooden stick.

The shaved wood chips were thrown into the stove fire.

Time passed by little by little, and the medicinal materials in Song Yu's house were almost used up. Seven days had passed, and the wounds on the man's body had scabbed over.

The redness and swelling of the eyes were gradually subsiding, but there was no sign of the person waking up.

She hasn't gone out to collect herbs these days. Occasionally, villagers come to her house for medical consultation, and when they see the few herbs left in the yard, they ask curiously.

Song Yu just said that he was making medicine at home these days and had no time to go up the mountain.

The villagers smelled the medicinal odor filling the yard and heard the gurgling of medicine jars in the kitchen, but they didn't suspect anything.

They even asked Song Yu if there was enough firewood, and if not, they could help.

Song Yu looked at the firewood piled up like a small mountain in the corner of the yard. These were all sent by the villagers spontaneously.

It’s enough to burn for a long time.

That night, Song Yu entered the room carrying a medicine bucket, came to the bed, lifted the quilt, and the man's scarred body was exposed.

Song Yu bent down and pulled down his pants, then without distraction, took out a wet towel from the medicine barrel, wrung it out until there was no water dripping from it, and then unfolded it and applied it to the man.

Apply medicated bandages to both the upper and lower body.

This is something that must be done when there is nothing to do. She should have taken a medicinal bath, but unfortunately she couldn't move, so she could only find this compromise method, which was a bit troublesome.

"You'd better stand up for me. I'm penniless now because of saving you." Song Yu talked to himself to the man on the bed.

This is also her daily routine, chattering away, regardless of whether the man can hear her or not.

After applying the medicine, acupuncture is performed, following the meridians, from the top of the head to the toes.

It takes half an hour to complete the injection.

It’s a pity that there is no electrotherapy here, otherwise the effect would be better.

"If you wake up, how are you going to repay me? Seeing that you are so rich, why not give me a thousand taels of gold? Haha, then I will really have a small gold mountain." Song Yu said after finishing the last injection.

She had been bending over so much that her waist was almost broken. She stood up straight, twisted her body, looked at the motionless person on the bed, and said, "I'm going to go eat. You stay here and I'll come to take out the needle for you later."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the house. She didn't notice that when she turned around, the person on the bed moved his eyes with his closed eyes and moved his fingers at his side.