The cold metal touch was swaying, square and square with a handle and a strap on his back. When he touched the front, there were indeed two spring locks. He gently hooked his hands and opened with a click.

Zhou Heng held his breath and listened carefully to Boss Xue's snoring. It seemed that he had not woken up. He quickly stood on tiptoe and walked to the back of the hall with the box.

After patting his chest, Zhou Heng reached out and touched the box.

I directly grabbed a flashlight with adjustable brightness, twisted it away gently, and a beam of light shone directly on the box. The bright red cross made people feel so safe to see.

This is Zhou Heng's first aid kit, which contains first aid medicines and some simple surgical instruments. I reached out to touch the interlayer, and a prescription and a carbon pen were also sandwiched in it, all prepared according to Zhou Heng's habits.

After browsing it, Zhou Heng's eyes fell on a bottle of ether.

For a moment, Zhou Heng was filled with emotion and instantly thought of a nearly perfect escape plan.

He raised the corner of his lips slightly, grabbed the ether bottle, poured some liquid on the gauze, held his breath and tiptoed towards his ear room.

Boss Xue is a hunter and reacts very quickly. It is impossible to make him lose his guard. However, respiratory anesthesia is the most convenient. Even if he reacts, more than ten seconds is enough. Who cares about your debts or not? Anyway, the original owner owes him not himself. Although he feels guilty, this seems to be the only way to escape from here.

Zhou Heng's nervous fingers were a little cold. At this time, he was only an arm away from Boss Xue. The snoring had not changed the frequency. Get closer and closer.

Just as Zhou Heng reached out his hand, a flash of lightning struck across the sky, followed by a thunderclap. The sound was deafening. Boss Xue instantly opened his eyes and grabbed Zhou Heng's wrist.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhou Heng was so scared that he shivered, but he had never seen any storms in the emergency department. The gangsters who fought in the middle of the night had dealt with them too much. The look could not scare him, and then Zhou Heng showed a harmless smile.

"You snore too loudly, I really can't sleep. I want to pat you and ask you to change your position!"

Thunder rolled outside, huge raindrops mixed with hail fell down, and a layer of white ice eggs fell in the yard for a while. Boss Xue looked up and looked at Zhou Heng, and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, I'm sorry you don't dare to run away. It's raining, go back to sleep, I won't sleep anymore!"

Zhou Heng clenched the gauze in his hand and was about to take it back, Boss Xue saw it with the lightning of lightning, pulled it over and over again.

"What is this?"

Zhou Heng's heart was about to jump out, but he still had a signature smile on his face and said calmly:

"It's nothing, it's just a corner of the sweat towel torn off. I saw that you were runny and wanted to wipe it for you, but I felt a little abrupt. Think about it, let's forget it. Brother Xue will sleep and won't disturb you to rest!"

"Bring it!"

Zhou Heng stopped, looked at the gauze on his hand, looked up at Boss Xue, and slowly handed the gauze to him.

Boss Xue wiped his nose and saw a trace of yellow sticky substance.

After a glance at Zhou Heng, he was less wary of his guard. The big thorn sat on the haystack and slashed the left and right sides. Following his movements, he watched Boss Xue fight with his eyelids, and it seemed that he was about to fall down in the next second.

Zhou Heng hurried over and convinced him.

"Brother Xue, go to bed first, you go to bed first!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Boss Xue fell on the haystack. Zhou Heng stood still and quietly observed Boss Xue's performance.

After watching for a while, Boss Xue still kept holding the gauze and picking his nose. Zhou Heng thought about it and couldn't do it. If he saw the gauze tomorrow morning, he would chase him when he woke up.

Looking around, Zhou Heng grabbed two relatively hard grass sticks, squatted beside Boss Xue, and went to pick up the gauze, but he tried it many times but failed.

Zhou Heng was a little anxious. What should I do? The hail outside was as big as a pigeon egg. He would have to pack up if he didn't get hit to death when he went out. It seemed that he would have to wait. If he had known that he would have drugged him so late!

Zhou Heng sighed and kept the gauze for now. If you take the next medicine again later, you will save the waste of gauze.

A gust of wind blew, Zhou Heng shook his body and sneeze. The ghost weather looked like it was seven or eight months, but he didn't expect it to be so cold after the rain.

Zhou Heng rubbed his wet sleeves and looked at the wheat grass and broken wood in the corner of the hall. Then Boss Xue must have a fire broker on his body. At least he had to dry his clothes. Even if he wrapped himself in a quilt, he would easily catch a cold.

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng reached out to touch Boss Xue, found a fire note, and quickly walked towards the main hall along the eaves. Although this thing has never been used, there are many descriptions in the previous TV series.

Back at the hall, Zhou Heng made a little wheat straw, opened the fire stick and blew it. A cluster of small flames lit up instantly. He put the wheat straw and some broken wood, and lit the fire. In the cold and humid weather, it was a pleasure to surround the fire.

Zhou Heng sat in the hall and looked at the layer of hail in the courtyard. He felt a little impatient, wondering when the hail would stop.

At this moment, only half of the dilapidated temple door was opened with a clang.

It was no longer realistic for Zhou Heng to try to extinguish the fire. He saw a man walking in with some heavy object on his back. Zhou Heng saw blood on the man's shoes with a sharp eye.

He was injured?

Zhou Heng stood up and glanced at Boss Xue who was snoring like a thunderous sound. It seemed that he had started to do it too early.

With another lightning, Zhou Heng had already seen clearly that the man was carrying a man on his back, and the blood seemed to be from the man on his back. He waved his sleeves at Boss Xue and Zhou Heng shrank his neck. Would he kill someone to silence him?

Before Zhou Heng could think too much, the man had already rushed into the hall with wind under his feet. He stood in front of him in an instant. At the same time, a long sword was placed on Zhou Heng's neck, and the man's sharp voice rang out.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Heng stood there and raised his hands, "I am a doctor at the bottom. When I suddenly encountered heavy rain, I couldn't go home. I just came to shelter with the servants!"

The man twitched his eyelids, his right hand holding the sword flipped, and grabbed Zhou Heng's collar.

"Doctor? You can see the wounds of the sword!"

Zhou Heng nodded confidently, "This is the best way to do it!"

The man bent down slightly, and Zhou Heng quickly came to help, and lying next to the fire with the patient on his back.

Zhou Heng saw clearly that the injured person was a boy of similar age as him. Just after just helping him, he felt that the boy was hot all over and obviously had a high fever. The man looked back and forth on Zhou Heng several times.

"How old are you, really good at medical skills?"

Zhou Heng was despised. This is something that modern times will encounter. They all think that older people with white beards have advanced medical skills, but this is not the case.

Especially in surgery, the younger you are, the longer you are on the front line, the more patients you come into contact with, the more outstanding your abilities.

Then his face slightly darkened and he said loudly:

"My ancestors practiced medical treatment for generations, but my grandfather died in a new mourning and lived in seclusion in the mountains!"

Seeing Zhou Heng say this, the man pondered for a moment, looked at the pale young man on the ground, reached out and took out a purse in his arms and put it side by side on the ground.

"Then please trouble the doctor and treat my son!"

This is too obvious. If cured, there will be money, but if cured, it will take Zhou Heng’s life!

Zhou Heng glanced at him, suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, calmed himself down, and taking action so generously would be something that could not be cured.

Besides, you can't say enough, and there is no preoperative notice in this year. All the responsibilities are borne by the doctor. In addition, no one knows how much the purse is. It must be worth at least more than forty-two stone wheat, otherwise I would have been in vain?

"I'll take a look first. If it cannot be treated, it will not delay your treatment!"

Seeing that Zhou Heng was looking for a step for himself, the man didn't know how to move, and instantly returned to his palm and put it on Zhou Heng's neck again!

Zhou Heng's heart trembled. This was a robbery act, but the price we should negotiate should be agreed upon, otherwise, if we take such a big risk to save people, it will be completely useless if we cannot save them well!

The man stared at Zhou Heng's eyes, fucked his sharp voice, and said slowly:

"Don't play tricks with me. You must save this person today. This place is still seven or eight miles away from Qingping County. Not to mention how difficult it would have been, the city gate has been locked, and it is too late to find a doctor. Today you have to save my son no matter what. If my son lives, you have money to take. If you can't save you and your entourage, don't live!"

Zhou Heng looked at the man carefully. His face was white and his voice was sharp. Although his brocade suit was wet, it was damaged. The most special thing was that his right arm was a wide sleeve robe, but his left arm was a narrow sleeve. It seemed that something was wrapped around his cuffs.

As for the material of the robe, it looks extraordinary at first glance. Although he is wearing a hat on his head, the part of his sideburns is full of white hair. It is obvious that this person is not young.

The young boy on the ground is nothing more than that, and he is even more extraordinary. Obviously, the two of them have absolutely extraordinary identities.

Zhou Heng nodded slightly, "Please help me remove this young master's clothes. I want to see where the injury is!"

This time the man did not threaten anymore and quickly lifted the boy's robe. Zhou Heng saw clearly that there was a sharpened wooden stick on the boy's left thigh from behind to front, and the blood had dyed his pants red.

He tore open the pants from the wound and smelled them. He had no other sour smell except the smell of blood. Zhou Hengxin was lucky to be relieved. It seemed that he had not been given poison.

Zhou Heng looked at the man and said with an extremely firm look:

"I can save this person, I'll ask you a question first!"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly and his fingers unconsciously held the sword tightly.

"Speaking!"

"How much silver is needed for fifty stones of wheat?"

The man was stunned, paused for a few seconds, and then replied:

"I don't know how much a stone of wheat costs. I only know that one tael of silver can buy two stones of rice."

Zhou Heng nodded and thought that rice must be more expensive than wheat, and said with a wave of his hand:

"Okay, then the medical fee is calculated at twenty-five taels of silver. You go out and wait!"

The man stared at Zhou Heng, obviously not wanting to go out and wait, and his eyes were filled with chills in his eyes in an instant.

However, Zhou Heng was not scared, and still looked at the man gently, showing that he would not cure him if he didn't go out, and he would do whatever he wanted. After several eyes, the man stood up.

"There is no problem with silver. If you cannot save it well, it will be your death at dawn. Don't think about escaping, you can't escape!"

After saying that, the man walked towards the ear room on the other side.

Zhou Heng closed the door of the hall, turned around and went to the back of the hall, carried the first aid box to the fire, placed the highlight flashlight at the feet of the Buddha statue, adjusted the direction, and pointed the young man's wounds.

Zhou Heng squatted down, quickly tear off the boy's left trouser leg, quickly disinfected the wound, lifted the boy's leg, and Zhou Heng leaned his head to look below.

Sure enough, this was a penetrating injury. The wooden stick was inserted into the thigh from the back. It should be pierced against the femur. It was quite lucky. There were obvious cutting marks below the wooden stick, and the cutting surface was very smooth without any pauses.

Seeing this, Zhou Heng shrank his neck, obviously cut by a long sword. Such a thick wooden stick was cut with one sword. How powerful does it take? After putting away his thoughts, Zhou Heng prepared the equipment.

Although I was reluctant to leave, I still put on a mask and gloves, put an infusion tube on the vein on the back of the teenager's hand, hung a bottle of saline with cefzolin sodium, and opened the maximum speed of drip.
To be continued...