Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

The old doctor didn't seem to care about Hong Li's words.

Even though most of his body was buried, he didn't bother to care about a little girl.

After briefly cleaning the injury of the person in front of him, the blood from the wound could not be stopped. The old doctor stood up with a frown on his face.

An Jinshu asked: "How's it going?"

"This wound is contaminated with special medicine. I can't stop the bleeding. Now I can only seal the veins and delay it for a while. The girl should take her home quickly to see her relatives for the last time."

An Jinshu's face turned pale in an instant, and his head was buzzing as he looked at Gu Qingchen on the wooden board.

Hong Li was extremely angry: "I'm afraid you are not a quack doctor, and it is even more unbelievable to say that you can't even stop bleeding."

"That's right." Ah Li also agreed. She quickly grabbed An Jinshu and comforted her: "Miss, don't believe what this quack doctor says."

An Jinshu raised his eyes and looked at the old doctor with a serious expression on his face: "You said his wound was contaminated with special medicine. What medicine? Do you have an antidote?"

The old doctor shook his head: "If there is an antidote, why would I say such things to the girl? The poison on this young man's wound is a kind of poison widely spread in the world to punish people. The medicinal materials to cure this poison are not only rare and rare, I have met three people in my life who were poisoned by this poison. The first two are dead, and this young master is the third. "

An Jinshu's heart felt like a mess, and his head felt as heavy and painful as a thousand pounds of iron.

But she also knew that she had to calm down at this moment, and she immediately asked: "Can you please give me the name of this poison and the antidote, sir? If I find all the medicinal materials, can I save my brother?"

Unexpectedly, the old doctor shook his head again: "It's too late." He looked at the wound that was bleeding continuously: "At this bleeding rate, the person will bleed out and die in less than two hours."

An Jinshu didn't answer. She glanced at Hongli, who understood and took the old doctor out of the carriage, and when he came back, he had an extra prescription in his hand.

She spat at the door of the medical clinic: "I'm afraid this isn't a black shop. It's just a quack doctor. He's also greedy for money. The slave girl gave him two taels of silver, so he reluctantly gave the slave girl this prescription."

An Jinshu reached out and took it. When she saw the medicinal materials on it, she felt a headache and put her head on her forehead. She knew why the old doctor asked her to go back, because he might be helpless with his strength.

Blood Dragon Jiao, Tianshan Snow Lotus, Luoyuan Flower...

These rare medicinal materials were not only inaccessible to him, but also difficult for her to find. There were also some medicinal materials that were unheard of.

"Go back home." An Jinshu said in a deep voice. There was no choice but to go back home in this situation. She asked Hongli to find the old doctor again and asked him to bandage the wound. She also asked for a few mattresses to spread out for Gu Qingchen. Avoid bumps under your body.

After arriving at An's house, An Jinshu asked someone to carefully carry Gu Qingchen to the main room closest to the door. Looking at the angry man, she shouted the names of Qing Ge and Hei Zhou into the air, but the two people did not Show up.

An Jinshu didn't know why they didn't show up. Logically speaking, the two of them, as Gu Qingchen's secret guards, would follow Gu Qingchen to protect his safety.

But An Jinshu couldn't sit still and wait for death if she couldn't call them out. She asked Hongli to take her token to find Dr. Mo, and then she called Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao to guard Gu Qingchen to protect his safety.

Then he rushed to Ruyiyuan non-stop to find his grandmother and ask her to help find medicinal materials.

In front of Ruyiyuan.

"Miss Third, the old lady went to the temple to offer incense and hasn't come back yet." The old lady guarding the courtyard gate said earnestly with a smile on her face.

An Jinshu then remembered that her grandmother had gone to burn incense.

She turned around and left. There was no time to lose. She didn't believe that there was no one in the house.

In Qu's courtyard, An Jinshu burst into the house holding up her skirt.

Mrs. Qu was very surprised to see her panting, and made her intention clear before asking An Jinshu.

When she heard that Gu Qingchen was beaten and bleeding, she jumped up from the couch and hurriedly changed her clothes without even bothering to dress up and rushed to the lobby.

When she saw Gu Qingchen's scarred appearance, her whole body swayed, and she couldn't stop shaking as she grabbed the pillar of the bed next to her.

For a moment, his eyes turned red: "This...was your father the one who hit you?"

Mrs. Qu couldn't believe that An Ruhe would beat someone like this. She immediately ordered someone to find a doctor, but An Jinshu took out the prescription.

"Auntie, do you know where to find these medicinal materials?"

Mrs. Qu looked at the medicinal ingredients on the prescription with confusion at first, and then turned to shock.

"These are some rare medicinal materials. Where can they be found so easily? What do you want these for?"

An Jinshu informed Qu about Gu Qingchen's wound, and Qu's face became darker and darker as she spoke.

She frowned, and her delicately maintained face now had a few wrinkles.

She first asked her mother-in-law to find An Ruhe and tell him to return home quickly, then she asked someone to make a few copies of the prescription, and asked her family members to go to various shops in the city to look for medicinal materials. She also asked everyone in the family to keep their mouths shut. , whoever dares to leak even a single word will be sold with half a piece of hair.

Then she left the house in a hurry, without saying anything.

An Jinshu didn't ask her what she was going to do, but it must have something to do with the medicinal materials.

The sun was setting in the west, and a few rays of the setting sun shone into the house through the window sill. An Jinshu was sitting on the edge of the couch, looking at the man on the bed who was getting weaker and weaker due to excessive blood loss, with sore eyes.

"What on earth are you playing? Gu Qingchen, you are simply unreasonable." An Jinshu closed his eyes and sighed: "This is all part of your plan, then did you ever plan that you would be lying here about to bleed and die?" Where is death?”

"You are playing a game with me, right? Just talk!"

An Jinshu was about to collapse. Seeing people bleeding and dying in front of her but feeling helpless, she felt like the huge mouth of the abyss was devouring her, dragging her into hell to be tortured by the burning fire.

Mr. Mo came very quickly, but still had a bad look on his face. He became even more angry when he saw Gu Qingchen's injuries.

But he didn't care about getting angry and took out the silver needle and started to stop Gu Qingchen's bleeding.

Perhaps he also realized that acupuncture was useless to stop the bleeding. He looked at Gu Qingchen's wounds, and then he looked at An Jinshu with cold eyes.

"Where did you get this poison?"

There was no questioning tone at all, but a cold tone.

"Yamen dungeon." An Jinshu did not hide it. After all, this matter would be known upon investigation.

"Dungeon?" Mr. Mo glanced at the person on the couch with his gleaming eyes, and a look of helplessness flashed across his old face.

With his intelligence, he had guessed the general situation of the matter, but even so, he was still angry at An Ruhe's actions.

"Don't hang around here. Go get me some hot water. The more the better. Send all the idle people out of the house and leave Zhang Cai alone."

Mr. Mo didn't waste time on questioning. Gu Qingchen's injury was the most important thing at the moment.

An Jinshu did not hesitate and immediately dismissed the servants in the house according to his instructions, and closed the door for him before going out.

With the cold wind blowing on her face, An Jinshu sat on the porch, watching basin after basin of hot water being brought into the house and then basin after basin of bloody water being brought out. Her heart became cold again as time went by. There was no warmth.