Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts

Chapter 112 111. Tossing

It wasn't until dusk fell that Huaiyu could finally sit on the bench and take a breath.

Her clothes were already wet, and the turbid potion of Shilurui soaked into the fabric. Not only was the color messy, it looked like it was taken out of a pickle vat, but there was also a weird medicinal smell all over her body.

If there hadn't been a fire on the stove in the room, I would have been sneezing by now.

But - Huaiyu no longer has the energy to change clothes.

She panted and looked at Zhou Qian who was curled up in the small tub and twitching continuously. At this moment, her mind was empty and she was in a daze.

The good news is that Zhou Qian is not dead.

The bad news is, he's still in pain.

How severe is this pain?

Just look at Zhou Qian today—

His tall and strong body was curled up in the tub, and the amputation wound on his thigh was also soaked in the murky water.

As for whether there would be an infection, Huaiyu didn't have time to think about it.

His hands were also tied with rope, and a cut-off towel was stuffed in his mouth. The towels were even a muddy color soaked in potion.

As for the face... well, you can't see it. A rag-like towel taken out of the same sauce vat is also wet on the face.

He struggled to get it off, and then Huaiyu persevered in covering it.

This afternoon of tossing and tossing made her very tired.

But now, Huaiyu has arranged all the Shilurui colorful **** that he can arrange, including soaking them, applying them, and drinking them. She didn't know medical skills and didn't know which one would be most useful, so she had to use a three-pronged approach.

but…

"Why does it still hurt so much?"

Huaiyu looked at the pile of krona **** scattered in the basin on the ground. They were red, white, yellow, green, and purple, but there were no colorful ones like Shi Longrui.

Now, the water in the bathtub has turned a strange color, all the **** that should be soaked have been soaked, and more than half of the pot is left in the kettle. The ferocious and weird black spider web patterns on Zhou Qian's body have gradually disappeared, but his painful The moaning became more and more intense.

The man was not even awake, but his brows were furrowed, as if he was engaged in a huge struggle.

Huaiyu paused, then got up and went to look for Katsaro outside the door. The evening breeze blew, and his wet clothes made his heart feel cold.

She couldn't help but "sneeze", and two lines of clear nasal discharge were about to come down.

Kataro opened the curtain and stood there, then turned around and went back to the nest to get a brown ball for her.

Huaiyu:…

Of course, if you have a cold, you should take it orally, right? But...cough.

Zhou Qian had no choice, so she...

At this moment, she pinched the ball cautiously: "Thank you, Kataro, I will drink more hot water later."

"The other thing is...the one inside...is your medicine suitable for the symptoms?"

Kataro flapped his wings and bent his two tentacles. He looked very confident, but...

Huaiyu sighed and followed it into the nest. He saw that the big white porcelain bowl in the corner was once again filled with colorful balls, but there was no Shi Longrui.

And since Kataro has no intention of giving anything, the proof is not quite right.

Huaiyu touched its back: "Thank you for your hard work, Taro! I'm going to take care of the patient first."

A few chickens had no intention of returning to their nest yet, and were chirping in the grass. It was getting dark, and Huaiyu couldn't see clearly where they were, so he went back to the house and grabbed a handful of rice grains:

"Goooooooooooo..."

As soon as I called, I heard a flapping sound all around, and then the sound of chickens scurrying in the grass. Not long after, the four chicks, each priced at 250, quickly and proactively rushed back to the nest, proactively and eagerly lowering their heads to look for them.

Judging from this skilled posture, he might have come back countless times during the first day of freeing.

Huaiyu couldn't help but feel a little funny, and his heavy mood relaxed a lot: "It's quite challenging."

This rice has been purified.

…

Back at the house, Huaiyu changed out of his wet clothes, looked at the brown **** given by Kataro, and finally poured himself a cup of hot water.

Then, she set her sights on Zhou Qian.

When the towel was lifted, Zhou Qian's face no longer had black spider veins, but there was a black bulge on his cheekbones.

This black bulge is not a regular circle, but about four centimeters long. The narrowest part at both ends looks like a line, but the widest part is 0.5 centimeters.

At this moment, it was coiled on his face, like a ferocious snake.

Huaiyu hesitated and touched it lightly, causing Zhou Qian to tremble violently in his sleep. And it felt tight there, like a blister waiting to burst.

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Looking at the right cheek to the ear, there is also a similar black bulge about four to five centimeters long.

Next down is the neck, and then...

Huaiyu stretched out his hand to unbutton the hospital gown, and saw the same ferocious marks from the collarbone to the chest.

She retracted her hand silently, and at this moment, heaven and man were at war in her heart.

—If Zhou Qian was sent back now, would the doctors be so professional and able to save him?

But when I send it back, how can I explain the medicinal properties of this high concentration of Shilurui? Will Kataro's existence be exposed?

There is another terrifying possibility—

She put Zhou Qian's tied arms outside the tub, and rolled up her sleeves to no longer touch the turbid potion in the tub. In just a moment, a black mark from the back to the palm of her right hand quickly became visible to the naked eye, as if there was something inside. Rampant, eager to spread—

Huaiyu quickly put his hand into the bucket again.

Zhou Qian's violently twitching body slowly calmed down, but at the same time, without any medicine on his face to keep wet, he frowned again and quickly let out a painful groan from his tightly packed mouth.

Such a miserable situation didn't look like treatment at all, but more like torture.

In this state, Zhou Qian might not be able to return to the hospital once he gets out of this bucket of potion.

No one was allowed to approach the Rose Corridor. Huaiyu could never lift the bathtub of water by herself, and there was no time for her to pack it and transport it slowly.

And if she communicates with Rose Corridor and puts in good words...

So the question is, everyone knows that Rose Corridor has a bad temper, so how can she do it?

Not only can you get close, but you can also communicate, and most importantly, you can make Rose Corridor obey.

Huaiyu sighed and stopped thinking about these complicated and difficult issues.

She put the wet towel on Zhou Qian's face again, thought about it, and finally decided to give it a try—

Anyway, it’s a dead horse and a living horse doctor. No matter what, it can’t be worse than being buried in the Rose Corridor, right?

She took a deep breath, took out her favorite knife, and slowly burned it on the fire.

The blade was gradually burned and turned slightly black, but the gap on it was particularly obvious. Recalling that this knife was not only used to cut things, but also sometimes to dig through the soil and cut tree branches, Huaiyu stared at it for a while, then rummaged through the cabinets and found the eggshell fragments of the first and second cubs.

It doesn't take much effort at all. Just pick a bamboo branch from the edge of the stove and insert the eggshell fragments into it. The sharp fragments will easily cut into the bamboo branch.

Come, get up early in the morning and write. But I write very slowly. I have written very slowly in the past two days. After all, Zhou Qian has to carefully think about it...

It’s time to set off later, and I’ll write the rest when I get back in the evening.

I wish everyone a healthy Dragon Boat Festival!