Cangzhou monster story

The earth dragon was caged in the room, and it was warm. Doctor Zhang gently placed Boss Meng on the bed, and asked Aunt Wang to bring in hot water.

Aunt Wang was startled when she saw Boss Meng covered in blood, "What's wrong!?"

Doctor Zhang unbuttoned Boss Meng's clothes, and calmly ordered, "There is a hemostatic medicine I packed in the medicine cabinet, go and get it."

Aunt Wang nodded quickly and turned to get it.

Doctor Zhang steadied his nerves, stripped off his clothes little by little, and inspected them inch by inch.

Apply the medicine powder, bandage him up, and pour another bowl of medicine down, and the bleeding has stopped.

Xiao Jing handed the twisted veil to Dr. Zhang, worried: "Is Boss Meng okay?"

"It shouldn't be a serious problem. It's just a skin injury, not a bone injury." Even so, Doctor Zhang frowned. His wound opened repeatedly and he lost a lot of blood, which was dangerous in itself.

"That's good." Xiao Jing let out a long breath.

After wiping the blood on Boss Meng's body, Dr. Zhang covered him with a quilt, and then told Xiao Jing to go to sleep first, "Your wounds haven't healed yet, don't be overwhelmed, go to sleep first."

Xiaojing shook his head, determined to stay with him, "I'll be with you."

"No, you go to sleep first. I will call you if there is anything to do." Doctor Zhang shook his head.

Only then did Xiaojing nod, "Then you also take a rest, and I will replace you in the middle of the night."

Doctor Zhang nodded, "Okay, go to sleep."

Boss Meng developed a high fever at night, Doctor Zhang brought cold water from the yard, ignored the cold, soaked the veil and wiped his body over and over again.

It wasn't until dawn that his fever gradually subsided.

Boss Meng only felt pain all over his body, as if countless mountains were pressing on him, and his chest was heavy and he couldn't breathe.

Sometimes I am sober and sometimes confused, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

It's like returning to the Sunshade Mountain back then, the summer is long and dull.

The master retreated in his room day after day, with only him and his brother as companions.

One day he went down to the river to catch fish, then set up a small fire by the river and grilled the fish on the spot.

The senior brother sat under a tree beside him and watched him busy, and suddenly asked him, "Do you know the picture of floating life and drunken dreams?"

Boss Meng nodded, wiped the sweat off his brow, "I know."

But Meng Wuying was speechless, turned her head and didn't know what to think.

That was the first time he mentioned Floating Life and Drunken Dreams to him.Boss Meng forgot about it when he turned around, but when he thought about those things now, it seemed that everything had been foreshadowed.

The master said that it is possible to spell out this picture only by collecting the dreams of thousands of people.But he has never seen Master collect dreams.

Later, when they arrived in Cangzhou, the summer night was boring, and the two drank on the roof.

It's like a pot of floating dreams.

Articulate and fragrant, rich and fragrant.

The senior brother looked into the distance with dim eyes, "The Picture of Floating Life and Drunken Dreams, is there such a thing in the world?"

Boss Meng drank from cup to cup and said in a daze, "Who knows."

Meng Wuying only mentioned these two times in front of him, like a speck of dust in countless years.

Almost to be ignored by him.

Is it possible for him to betray his master for something that might not even exist?

no, I can not.

Boss Meng wanted to deny it loudly, but couldn't speak out.Frowning in pain, a vague syllable came out of his throat.

"Boss Meng, Boss Meng."

Someone whispered in his ear.

Boss Meng tried his best to open his eyes, but it seemed like a heavy weight was pressing on them.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up."

In the sound of calling, he tried his best to raise his eyes slightly, and saw a glimmer of light.

Turning his head, he bumped into a pair of worried eyes.

"You're awake!" Dr. Zhang approached in surprise, and put his hand on his forehead, "The fever is gone, too."

"I..." Boss Meng opened his mouth, but there was a hoarse voice.

His throat was parched, like he was on fire.

"Do you want some water?" Miracle doctor Zhang immediately understood, turned around and brought a bowl of water to his mouth, and carefully brought it to his mouth, "Slow down, just moisten your mouth."

After drinking some water, Boss Meng seemed to be recovering, "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been two days." Doctor Zhang said, "But it'll be fine when I wake up."

Boss Meng looked at himself, the gauze wrapped around him was still stained with some blood.

"You're fine, don't worry." Dr. Zhang thought he was worried about his injury, and comforted him.

"Meng Wuying..." Although he was unwilling to believe Scarface's words, subconsciously, he already had doubts.

"You can't get out of bed right now."

"I have something to ask him." Boss Meng stubbornly wanted to get up.

Doctor Zhang stretched out his hands to hold him down, "If there is something wrong, I will ask after I can go to the ground."

Boss Meng shook his head, "It's too late."

He was afraid that he would procrastinate any longer, so he lost the courage to ask him.

Doctor Zhang couldn't help it, so he had to carefully support him, "Then you have to be careful." As he said, he put on a robe for him.

After going out the door, within a few steps, Boss Meng was covered in cold sweat.

Meng Wuying was lying on the bed, falling asleep.

"He spends half of the time in a coma every day." Dr. Zhang explained.

Boss Meng sat down on the chair beside the bed, and said to Doctor Zhang with a pale face, "Go and rest, I'll sit for a while."

Doctor Zhang opened his mouth, intending to persuade him, but seeing his frown, he nodded, turned around and closed the door to go out.

Meng Wuying also slept very restlessly in her dream, as if she had fallen into some terrible dream, dripping with cold sweat.

Boss Meng looked at him, thoughts running through his mind.

If, he really said that everything Scarface said was true, then what should he do?

Should I kill him, avenge my master, or let him go?

It seemed as if all the things were piled up together in a mess of twine, but there was another end of the thread in his hand, and he only needed to pull it lightly, and everything would come to light.

But does he have the courage to face the truth?

In a daze, Meng Wuying on the bed trembled uneasily, his lips quivered, like a drowning person's last cry for help, and he called weakly, "Fusheng."

This call, like a thunderclap, exploded in his ears.

Meng Wuying seldom calls him with such a weak voice, he always wraps himself in a cold shell and disguises himself.

Even though he was scared in his heart, his face remained calm.

He has always understood that he is attracted by the soft heart under his cold shell.

When he was full of doubts and anger and wanted to question him and confront him, this call disturbed Boss Meng's hard heart.

The rage was instantly turned into nothingness.

Boss Meng covered his wound with a pained expression.

What he has always been obsessed with, one is to avenge his master.The second is to wait for him to come back.Later, when he came back, this thought gradually dissipated, and the only thought was to avenge Master, but now, he came back, but it is possible that he killed Master, how would he accept such a result.

"Fusheng." Another call overflowed from Meng Wuying's mouth, his face was pale, his lips trembled, as if he had fallen into a huge nightmare, "Help me."