Little did they know, at this mont Su Mu also secretly let out a big sigh of relief — Uncle Li and Xiaohu are still alive!
But soon, Su Mu's gaze fell upon the unconscious person, and deep within his eyes, a thick murderous intent surged once more, "Uncle Li…"
Su Mu had not yet asked a question when Li Tie imdiately sighed, "Xiaomu, co on in... I have let you see a joke this ti…"
After nearly two years apart, Li Tie was naturally happy to reunite, but at this mont he couldn't bring himself to be happy; the smile forced onto his face quickly froze.
As the three walked past the chaotic courtyard of the bun shop and entered the backyard, Su Mu's pupils shrank slightly; the layout of this backyard was almost identical to the forge in Qingshui Town, only smaller, and where the forging room once stood was now a woodshed.
"Xiaomu, you've co at the right ti. You take care of Xiaohu for a bit, I have to go out and buy dicine."
"Buy dicine?"
Su Mu was startled, "But didn't you just hold Xiaohu…"
"It's a long story, not sothing that can be explained in a few words…" Uncle Li paused for a mont before speaking again, "I'll go buy the dicine first."
"Uncle Li, let try. I've learned so dical skills in the past two years."
Su Mu had just noticed Li Tie's subtle expression, which held anger and helplessness; it was likely not a case of the local dical shop being closed, but perhaps the town's doctors were unwilling to help.
Recalling the old man's reaction earlier, Su Mu beca more convinced of his guess — sothing significant must have happened.
"Xiaomu, you know dicine?"
Li Tie was surprised upon hearing this, his first reaction was skepticism, but as past mories erged, he rembered Su Mu's character. Since Su Mu was saying this, he must be confident.
"Uncle Li, please prepare a basin of hot water and a clean towel for ."
"Alright, I'll go right away!"
Li Tie's tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed a bit. He hurriedly turned and went to the woodshed to prepare hot water.
Once only Su Mu and Xiaohu remained in the house, Su Mu let out a muffled groan, imdiately taking the wine gourd from his waist and drinking a large gulp to suppress the stirring Gu insect.
Whew!
After swallowing several big gulps of dicinal wine, Su Mu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
He began examining Xiaohu's injuries, extending his hand to Xiaohu's oddly bent right arm.
"Blunt force trauma… most likely repeatedly struck by sothing like a club, resulting in a fracture…"
Images flashed through Su Mu's mind of several people wielding clubs and hitting. He carefully shifted Xiaohu on the bed to lie down, ripping open his clothes; his pupils constricted at the sight — the entire back was bruised into one piece, a mix of blue and purple.
Murderous intent surged more fiercely in Su Mu's eyes.
"There are marks on the neck too — this blow targeted a pressure point to knock the person out, likely from the handle of a knife or sword."
After examining the injuries, Su Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Though Xiaohu's injuries looked serious, they weren't difficult to treat. More than half a year ago, after giving the Hundred Gu Scripture to the Pharmacist, the Pharmacist had allowed Su Mu access to all dical books in his clinic as repaynt.
Alongside the Little Doctor, Su Mu transcribed dical texts for more than half a year; initially, it was to calm heart and concentrate spirit. Even though Su Mu hadn't treated anyone before, his dical skills had improved significantly.
dical Skill (Great Success 35%)
Su Mu envisioned his current dical skill level.
"Great success in dical skill… should be sufficient, right?"
Before long, Uncle Li brought in a basin of freshly boiled hot water, and Su Mu imdiately dipped a towel into the water. Uncle Li's pupils constricted at this sight.
"Xiaomu, wait a mont, this water was just boiled…"
His words stopped abruptly as he saw Su Mu plunge his long hands into the still bubbling water as if it were nothing.
Hands wrapped the towel in the water, rubbing it, then removed it as if nothing had happened.
"This, this…"
Li Tie saw that Su Mu's hands were free of any scald marks; after removing them from the water, the delicate skin showed no redness, as if soaked in ordinary water instead of freshly boiled.
Su Mu's entire focus was on Xiaohu's injuries. He concentrated solely on treating Xiaohu, using the hot water to clean the dirt from the wounds, pouring the Hu Hu Wine over them to cleanse.
Then he gripped the oddly bent right arm, flowing smoothly to a joint position, and with a slight exertion from his wrist.
"Crack!"
The clear snapping of bone made Li Tie's heart skip a beat, but he did not intervene in Su Mu's treatnt; instead, he covered his mouth with his hand.
Then there were several more cracking sounds, and soon Xiaohu's arm was reset — everything was precise and elegant, leaving Li Tie behind full of wonder.
"Is Xiaomu's dical skill really just learned in less than two years?"
Last year, Li Tie had an injury from a fall; the town's dical doctor set the bone, but compared to Su Mu's skill now, there was a stark contrast — as if the town's doctor was an apprentice learning dicine for less than two years.
"Could it be that after Xiaomu went to Qingyun City, he didn't go to the Forging Workshop… but to the dical clinic?"
For a mont, an odd thought surfaced in Li Tie's mind, yet Su Mu's movents didn't pause; he took an ointnt from his breast pocket that the Pharmacist had given, called Cyan Jade Discontinuity Ointnt, specially used for fractures.
He evenly applied the ointnt to the right arm, then scanned the room, and in Li Tie's astonished gaze, he removed the four legs of a stool.
Crack, crack!
Amidst the crisp sounds, Su Mu took the four stool legs, cleaned them, wrapped them with clean white cloth, and placed them around the fracture before continuing to wrap them.
Next was the bruising on the back; Su Mu had Uncle Li fetch a needle, sterilized it in high heat and inserted it, precisely controlling the power within him to expel the bruising, using wine to sterilize, applying a trauma dicine evenly and covering with white cloth.
Li Tie was watching in a daze; the odd thought that had crossed his mind earlier surfaced again, dealing with bone ointnt, trauma wine, and this Silver Needle Technique.
How could a forging apprentice carry these things?
"Alright, there's no major problem with Xiaohu's injuries; he should wake up soon…" Su Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling more drained than after several intense battles.
"Uncle Li, I will prescribe two dications for Xiaohu — one for the recovery of his right arm, and another for activating blood circulation to dissolve bruises; muscle and bone injuries usually take a hundred days to heal, but with dicinal support, it should take less than two months to fully recover."
Upon hearing this, Li Tie was overjoyed, but soon Su Mu's tone shifted; the compassion for healing vanished, replaced by a coldness as sharp as frost's edge.
"Uncle Li, now you should tell what exactly happened?"
"Who caused harm to Xiaohu?"
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