BT Western Han Dynasty Picking Chrysanthemums

Chapter 63

hurt. "

"Where's the grandmother?" Mrs. Wei was held in his father's arms, and her vision widened. Only then did she realize that the old lady Wei and Wei Buyi, who had been crying all the time just now, were gone.

"I asked her and Buyi to go back to the room first," Wei Qing said, "My wife, your grandmother is getting old."

Wei Kang said, "I know that."

Wei Qing said: "So you should know that she won't be able to stand up to you!"

Mrs. Wei was silent, he didn't want the stove to explode, he was the one who was hurt the most!

The old man was standing behind Liu Che and Huo Qubing, and the three of them were looking at it as a three-petal bronze furnace. The old man said, "The little bastard can make this big furnace go up to the sky, and make it look like this. What kind of weapon does he use?"

Huo Qubing said, "You also think he's not a blacksmith?"

The old man said: "If he can send the Huns to the sky like this stove, what kind of sword will he use?"

As soon as the old immortal said this, both Liu Che and Huo Qubing were moved in their hearts. No matter how you look at this stove, it is stronger than a human being. If the stove can be destroyed like this by Mrs. Wei, can the Huns also let Mrs. Wei deal with it like this?

Just when Liu Che and Huo Qubing were still thinking about this possibility, the old man said another discouraged word, "But the little bastard's brain is not working well, he didn't kill the Huns, he might kill himself first died;

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Hearing this, the people present were all thinking, before he dies, he'd better kill you first, so that we can all be relieved.

Wei Qing carried Mrs. Wei all the way back to the room, he didn't dare to walk too fast, for fear that if he walked too fast, he would bump Mrs. Wei.

"Father," Mrs. Wei was in Wei Qing's arms, her body was in pain, but her ears were pressed against his father's chest to listen to the heartbeat, Mrs. Wei felt that this taste was not bad.

"Huh?" Wei Qing responded to Mrs. Wei.

"I'll use my weapon," Wei said, "I can't do it this time, I'll pay more attention next time."

Mrs. Wei lost her steps and said, "You, you still don't give up?"

"This time it's the stove," Wei said, "The stove blew up, but my thinking was right."

Wei Qing stopped, stopped for a while, and then continued to walk forward, saying: "Can you forget about this? You can heal your injuries in the mansion, and we will talk about the future, okay?"

"I don't think my leg is broken," Mrs. Wei said, "I shouldn't need to raise it."

"I mean, you don't need to make any more irons." Seeing that his son couldn't understand his tactful words, Wei Qing could only say directly, "Do you still want people to live here? How many lives do you think you have?"

Mrs. Wei was upset by Wei Qing's training. This father is questioning his professional level.

"Be obedient!" Wei Qing knew that Mrs. Wei was not convinced by Mrs. Wei's expression, and added another sentence, her tone softened a little, but it seemed to be coaxing a child again.

"Father, you don't believe me?" Mrs. Wei asked Wei Qing, a little grievance appeared on her face.

"Father doesn't believe you," Wei Qing said, "Didn't you hurt yourself again?"

"It was an accident."

"I don't want this kind of accident to happen again in the future," Wei Qing said, "My son, don't you trust dad either?"

Wei Wei froze for a moment, and said, "Why don't I believe you?"

"Without your peerless weapon, Dad can defeat the Huns," Wei Qing said, "You should believe what Dad says."

"Wouldn't it be better to have fewer deaths?"

"How can anyone survive in a war?" Wei Qing looked down at the son in his arms, and said, "What is going on in your head all day long? Is a general still afraid of death?"

"Didn't you say you want to love soldiers like sons?" Wei Wei muttered in a low voice.

"A general must love soldiers like sons," Wei Qing whispered, "It's just a husband and wife. Since ancient times, where is there not a mountain of bones on the battlefield? After you have been in the army for a long time, you will naturally understand. ";

BT Western Han Dynasty Picking Chrysanthemums Volume 150 [-] Healing Wounds Without Anesthetics

Prince Liu Shi followed the imperial physician to the Wei Mansion. At this time, Mrs. Wei was already lying on the bed, and the pain on his body had already made him a little unbearable.

When the two imperial physicians saw Wei's condition, they didn't say anything, and started to use the scissors to cut the clothes on Wei's back bit by bit.

Mrs. Wei lay down on the ground protecting Wei Deng, his back became the hardest hit area, his clothes and the flesh on his back were stuck together, when the imperial doctor peeled off the clothes, Mrs. Wei grinned.At this time, Hua Tuo's grandparents didn't know which mother was staying in the stomach, and no one made him a bowl of Mabosan to drink;

The two imperial physicians saw that the clothes hadn't been removed, and Mrs. Wei was already sweating profusely from the pain, so they said, "Master Hou should drink some wine."

Wei Qing hurriedly ordered someone to fetch spirits.

Mrs. Wei also understands that if a person is drunk, he will not be too sensitive to pain, but the problem is that he is not drunk for a thousand cups, and he will not pour ten thousand cups. !

"My husband," Wei Qing personally handed the wine to Wei's mouth, and said, "Drink slowly."

Let's try a dead horse like a living horse. Mrs. Wei opened his mouth to drink and drank a bowl. Mrs. Wei felt like drinking a bowl of water. She didn't feel anything, but she wanted to niào'niào.

Wei Qing fed Wei Kang three bowls of spirits in succession, and asked, "What do you think?"

Mrs. Wei didn't even burp, saying, "It's useless, this wine is like water."

"He can't get drunk," the old man said at this moment.

Huo Qubing said: "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

The old man said: "I thought it was because my husband and I drank bad wine before, but now it seems that it has nothing to do with the wine."

Mrs. Wei didn't have the energy to challenge the old man anymore, and said to the two imperial physicians: "Drinking is useless, you two should do it quickly. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. If you cut it down like this, I always feel like you are in the middle of the night." Cut me!"

The imperial doctor said: "If you don't do this, Lord Hou will not be able to bear it."

"Human flesh will grow again if it falls off," Mrs. Wei said impatiently, "After the clothes behind me are off, I will spray alcohol to disinfect the wound, and the wound will be fatal if it becomes inflamed!"

The two imperial physicians look at me, I look at you, this is the eldest son of the Wei family, and he still has the grace, they dare not do this, if the eldest son is not good, they have to give this Accompany life.

Huo Qubing saw that the two imperial physicians stood still, so he urged: "Why don't you treat your husband and son's wounds?"

"Just do what my wife said," Wei Qing said to the imperial physician at this time: "What he said is reasonable, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, he can bear it."

Liu Che had been listening outside for a long time, and at this time he came in, waved his hand at everyone, avoided everyone's salute, went to the bed and looked at Mrs Wei's back, and said to Wei Qing: "Tear off your clothes directly, Mrs. The flesh on the back will also come down, he is still young and has never been injured before, so he doesn't know how bad it is, let the imperial doctors do it."

Wei Qing hesitated for a moment, touched the face of Mrs. Wei, and touched the sweat of his hand again, Wei Qing was cruel, and said: "Thank you for your majesty's concern, you should take the medicine as soon as possible, otherwise the wound will worsen," Wei Qing said. After a while, he said again: "He is my son Wei Qing, I can bear this pain."

Mrs. Wei gritted his teeth, what could he do if he couldn't bear it?

"Then listen to the general." Seeing that Wei Qing had made up his mind, Liu Che ordered the two imperial physicians to speak without asking Wei's wife's opinion.

The imperial physicians had no choice but to put down the scissors in their hands under the order of Emperor Wu Liu Che, and one of the imperial physicians said to Mrs. Wei: "Master Hou, please bear with it."

Wei Qing took a pillow towel and asked Mrs. Wei to bite, while holding Mrs. Wei in her arms, she said to the imperial doctor: "You two adults, let's do it, life and death are up to you, Qing understands;

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Don't let your life die, Mrs. Wei yelled at his father in his heart, you should say that my son is dead, and you are going to bury my son with your whole family, such cruel words!Life and death are up to fate, doesn't that mean that my death was in vain?

"My husband, please bear with me," Wei Qing said softly, hugging Wei's husband tightly.

The two imperial physicians were also ruthless. Doctors actually have poisonous hands. The two imperial physicians just stretched out their hands and pulled off the clothes behind Mrs. Wei.

Nima!Wei Wei trembled in his father's arms, it hurt too much!No iron-blooded man can bear it!

Liu Ju watched as a piece of bright red flesh was torn off Mrs. Wei's back by the imperial physician along with the fragments of his clothes. His feet were soft and his body was about to fall. Fortunately, there was Emperor Wu Liu Che standing beside him. lived with his own prince.

"It's okay, it will be fine soon," Wei Qing's expression remained unchanged for a while, and he hugged Wei's husband tightly, comforting him softly.

"Hurry up," Huo Qubing couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, and urged the imperial physician, "The longer it drags on, the worse the pain will be!"

The imperial doctor worked faster, they didn't listen to Mrs. Wei's advice, and poured wine on the wound, so that the Marquis of Yichun would definitely die of pain.

"It's almost over," Wei Qing kept comforting Mrs. Wei, but at the same time was afraid that Mrs. Wei would struggle, so she hugged Mrs. Wei tightly.

Apart from fighting the pain of being torn down from his body, Mrs. Wei has no strength to care about other things at the moment.

For a while, in this room, only Wei Qing's comforting voice and Mrs. Wei's heavy breathing could be heard.

Liu Che glanced at the prince who was standing next to him, and saw that Liu Ju was no longer jealous of blood, and was watching the imperial doctor treat Mrs. Wei's wounds intently. Liu Che held Liu Ju's hand in his own.It's good to let the prince see this kind of scene. On the battlefield, it's not uncommon to see bloody scenes like Mrs. Wei's. His son, the future master of this country, should get used to such scenes earlier.

The pain made Mrs. Wei lose the sense of time. Anyway, the last piece of clothes was taken off by the imperial doctor. Mrs. Wei heard his father say, "Okay, it's all right, and the moment he relaxed, he passed out.

Immediately afterwards, the imperial physician cleaned Wei Kang's wound and washed a few