Two Worlds of Fire and Ice

  When Zhen Ming brought back the medicine from the pharmacy to the warehouse of Chang Sun's clothing store, Chang Sun Bei Er was standing beside Zhang Shi, talking to her. Zhang Shi had stopped crying.

  Chang Sun Baili saw Zhen Mingshu return, smiled and stood up. Zhen Mingshu walked to her side, thanked her, handed over the stolen medicinal herbs, and asked her to decoct them into a medicinal liquid. Chang Sun Baili took the medicinal herbs and left.

  Zhenming knelt beside her, looking at the gradually weakening Zhangshi, holding her icy hand and saying: "Gege, soon I'll help you remove the arrowhead, drink down the anesthetic I've prepared for you, sleep for a while and when you wake up it won't hurt anymore, be good."

  Zhang nodded with tears in her eyes, closed them and whispered: "I'm not a kid."

  Zhen Ming smiled bitterly and held her hand, silently guarding her side until Zhang Sun Bei'er brought a bowl of fried hemp seeds to his side.

  Zhen Ming bitterly helped Zhang Shi up and fed her medicine.

  Zhang drank down the medicinal soup and soon slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep.

  Chang Sun Baili was seeing this magical medicine for the first time and curiously asked: "What kind of medicine is this?"

  Zhen Mingkuo didn't hide the truth, and smiled as he replied: "This thing is called Ma Fei San, it's used to anesthetize patients. Bei'er young lady, thank you so much! It might get a bit bloody later on, if you feel uncomfortable, perhaps you should step aside for now."

  Although she was very curious about how to deal with Zhang's wound, once she thought about the bloody scene, Changsun Baek-ah also didn't dare to persist. "Then I'll retreat first, tomorrow morning I'll come see you again, this place is safe, usually only my uncle and I have keys, so you don't need to worry."

  After Zhangsun Bei'er left, Zhen ordered someone to lift up a corner of the cloth covering Zhang's body, revealing her leg which still had an arrow stuck in it.

  After checking carefully, he let out a sigh of relief.

  Fortunately, the arrow only passed through one side of the thigh and did not injure any tendons or major arteries. Otherwise, even if the arrow were pulled out, it would probably be impossible to stop the bleeding.

  He carefully cut off both ends of the arrow and then used scissors to cut along the pant leg, all the way up to her thigh.

  Fresh blood stained her snowy thigh skin.

  He first used the long grandson Beier's brought liquor to carefully wipe clean the wound around, when the alcohol touched Zhang Shi's thigh wound, he specially looked at Zhang Shi, seeing that she didn't have any reaction, felt relieved, and gently put one of her feet on his shoulder, letting her leg be in a vertical position.

  Then, grasping a segment of the broken arrow, he pulled outward with force. As the broken arrow was pulled out, blood spurted from the wound, splashing onto his body and face.

  He didn't have time to wipe it clean and hastily pressed a piece of white gauze soaked in liquor against the wound.

  Zhang moaned in agony under anesthesia and gradually calmed down.

  The bleeding has finally stopped.

  Zhen Ming finally put down the heavy stone in his heart, wiped away the blood on his face, took a needle prepared by Zhang Sun Bei'er, disinfected it with alcohol, and carefully stitched up the wound. He had seen this kind of thing many times in the hospital, although he was a bit inexperienced, but not to the point of being at a loss.

  She stitched up the wound, applied a layer of golden ointment brought by Zhangsun Beirou on the wound, and then bandaged it with gauze. She changed her into a clean cushion, covered her with a thick layer of fur fabric, and watched as Zhang's breathing gradually stabilized. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief, picked up the scattered objects on the ground, sat down beside her, and began to flip through her phone.

  The content on the phone is some common sense about wound care.

  Now he can only make temporary repairs.

  ……

  Unconsciously, it was midnight, and Zhang suddenly started talking nonsense. Zhenming anxiously saw that she still had her eyes closed, her face red and hot, and when he touched her forehead, she actually had a fever.

  Zhang started shouting and trembling all over.

  This is what he worries about most, wound infections and complications.

  Fortunately, when making antibiotics at the beginning, I always thought that there would be a day like this, so I prepared a small bottle of antibiotic injection and a needle in advance, which is now useful.

  Luoyang autumn night is particularly cold.

  Although she was given antibiotics, with typhoid and infection combined, her frail body might not make it till dawn.

  Zhen Ming thought for a moment, no longer hesitant, took off his clothes, leaving only one pair of underwear, and got into her bed.

  Feeling the warmth on his body, Zhang immediately curled up like a cat fond of the stove, and snuggled into his arms.

  Her hands were like snow blocks searching on his body, never finding a suitable place to warm up.

  Zhen Ming's bitter hand grasped hers, guiding it to his own chest, right above his heart.

  She clamped her two icy feet between her own legs.

  At last, Zhang's body relaxed, her facial expression smoothed out, and she let out a soft snore.

  Her feet began to restlessly seek more warmth, gradually exploring upwards, and soon reached the warmest spot on Zhen Ming's body, where they finally stopped.

  Even if a man's whole body is cold, there is still one place that is like a hot stove.

  She was apparently very satisfied with where her feet were placed.

  She didn't know that at this time, Zhen Ming's blood was all concentrated in one place, and his eyes were almost spitting fire. This hateful woman, what did she take him for!

  All his spirit was concentrated on her restless feet, and although a thin layer of fabric separated them, the shape of her toes, the temperature of her soles, and the curve of her arches still clearly floated in his mind through his most sensitive parts.

  Detestable as it was, she seemed to be drilling into the wood for fire, using her delicate yet icy feet to gently rub against him, completely unaware that he was already on the verge of eruption.

  "She began to talk nonsense: "Dad, where did you go? Why did you leave me and mom behind? Mom hasn't eaten for three days, and the only bun we had was shared with me. There are so many soldiers outside, mom and I are hiding here and don't dare to come out. Mom fainted from hunger... Where are you? Didn't you say that after you resigned from your official position, you would take me and mom back to our hometown in the countryside to live a peaceful life?"

  "Uncle Lin died, and Mother also left. I'm the only one left, all alone. My daughter wanted to jump into the Luo River to find you and Mother, but then she met that man. I thought he was a good person, but it turns out he's also a bad egg..."

  When she heard her true evaluation of him, Zhen Ming was a little cry and laugh, he also didn't have any place that would make her think he had a bad heart, where did all the bad water come from?

  Perhaps he really is a bad guy, but towards her, he doesn't have any ill intentions. Although there were indeed a few times when he took advantage of her and ate her tofu, those were unavoidable circumstances.

  The word "bad egg" coming from her mouth didn't carry any derogatory meaning, but instead had a charming and endearing tone that made him subconsciously pull her closer.

  Zhang's voice gradually became softer and his hands and feet, which had been warmed by his body, stopped moving restlessly. Gradually, it was hard to make out what she was saying, as if reciting some obscure poem or verse. Finally, he completely quieted down.