PNB Chapter 321 Endless
Chapter 321 Endless
As the shouts ceased, the old Taoist priest hurried in, staring intently at the tip of the sword on Wei Yu's chest.
"Grandpa, what brings you here? Grandpa, come quickly and see my sister, she's been poisoned!" Xiao Gang cried as he ran over and pulled the old Taoist priest towards the bamboo couch.
In Xiao Gang's opinion, Wei Yu was still in good spirits, so the old Taoist priest should prioritize treating Li Xiaonuan.
Of course, even if Xiao Gang didn't do that, Wei Yu would definitely have the old Taoist priest take a look at Li Xiaonuan first.
The old Taoist priest merely glanced at Li Xiaonuan, without taking her pulse or conducting any examination, and then tossed a porcelain bottle to Xiaogang.
"Give this medicine to your sister over seven days. After each dose, she must drink a bowl of raw chicken blood." After saying this, the old Taoist priest walked towards Wei Yu.
"Grandpa, is this the antidote?" Xiao Gang thought that if it could cure the poison, drinking chicken blood wouldn't be a problem.
"It's not an antidote, but it can detoxify," the old Taoist replied without turning his head.
“But my sister was drugged and can’t wake up,” Xiao Gang said again.
"Yes, sir, my sister has a chest injury. Is it okay for her to take this medicine?" Xiao Yang asked anxiously.
“No problem, no problem. It’s just that after she drinks chicken blood every day, her whole body will leak poisonous blood and sweat. That’s a bit disgusting, so you’ll have to take good care of her and make sure she gets cleaned.” After the old Taoist finished speaking, he picked up the scissors that Qi Ji had prepared and cut and tore off all of Wei Yu’s upper clothes. He looked at the direction of the sword for a while, pondered for a moment, and then sat down to the side to think.
Qi Ji then clearly saw that the sword wound on Wei Yu's body had not caused extensive bleeding.
It seems that the sword skillfully avoided the internal organs in Wei Yu's chest cavity, and directly pierced through both sides of his chest wall.
"Grandpa, this sword is very difficult to pull out. I wasn't confident. If it weren't for you, I would have made a big mistake just now." Qi Ji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.
"It's just pulling out a sword, what's all the fuss about?" Wei Yu said dismissively. Apart from the numbness and pain, he felt no other discomfort.
"If you don't want to live, just let someone pull it out by force." The old Taoist rested his chin on his hand, glanced at the plate of roasted mutton and the pot of soup on the table, then took the clean bowl and chopsticks from the table, ladled out a bowl of soup, and drank it.
"Not bad, this soup is delicious. It must have been made with fish broth. It's just a little cold." The old Taoist said, picking up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks.
"Grandpa, I'll have them heat it up and bring it up for you. This porridge is cold and tastes fishy." Old Man Li stepped forward, picked up the porridge bowl, and was about to leave.
With an antidote available for Li Xiaonuan's poison, Li's father and the others were relieved. Therefore, at this moment, they looked at the old Taoist priest as if he were a celestial being from heaven.
"No need for all that trouble. The porridge is still warm. I need to eat quickly so I can draw Yu's sword." The old Taoist priest nonchalantly ladled a bowl of river fish porridge from the porridge bowl that Li's father was holding and slurped it down in a few mouthfuls.
Li's father and the others stared at the old Taoist priest with their mouths agape, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Grandpa, are you very hungry?" Xiao Gang asked in confusion.
The old man took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and replied, "Hmph, how could I not be hungry? To find this brat Yu, I've practically turned the entire Northwest upside down. I haven't been eating or sleeping well lately, and I've been traveling day and night, just afraid that Yu would do something reckless and lose his life. But..."
"In the end, I really did bring disaster upon myself, didn't I?" Wei Yu said with a wry smile.
Upon learning that Li Xiaonuan's poison was harmless, Wei Yu felt much more relaxed. But this relaxation made him feel uneasy all over.
Especially my head, my temples were throbbing, and I felt like my whole head was about to explode.
This is the aftereffect of hitting the back of his head when he fell from his horse. If it cannot be cured, this condition will torment him for the rest of his life.
"Don't worry, with just this one sword, you won't die even if you want to. I'm not bragging, but your injury is nothing compared to my own back then." The old Taoist slowly walked up to Wei Yu, reached out and patted the back of his head, and said.
"Grandpa, Wei Yu's sword is too close to the heart. If there's a slight miscalculation when he pulls it out, wouldn't it sever the heart?" This is what Qi Ji is most worried about right now.
“It’s alright. As long as I give him a few acupuncture needles to make his heart contract suddenly, it will be safer to draw the sword then,” the old Taoist said. “However, we need to find someone strong and with a steady hand to draw the sword.”
"Grandpa, can't you draw your sword? I think you're the safest person to do this." Xiao Gang had been standing to the side, ready to learn.
"No, I'm old and tired lately, so I can't use my strength evenly. I dare not make a move easily." The old Taoist didn't hide anything and stretched out his hands for Xiao Gang to hold and feel the strength.
"Grandpa, your hands are shaking, but it's not serious," Xiao Gang said sadly, looking up at him.
This symptom often appears in elderly people as they get older.
"What should we do? Young Master Wei was injured while saving our Xiao Nuan." Father Li asked Wei Yu with a troubled expression.
"Dad, don't worry, the old man will have a way." Xiao Yang helped Li's father sit down at the table and then instructed someone to take the things off the table and heat them up.
At this moment, Su Shi and the old lady woke up on the couch behind the screen. Granny Jin instructed the servants beside them to quickly inform them that there was an antidote for Li Xiaonuan's poison.
Still worried, they called Li's father and the others over to question them. Only after learning that the medicine was given by the old Taoist priest did they feel relieved.
After settling Su's mother and daughter-in-law, Li's father and the others returned to outside the screen. Glancing at Wei Yu, who sat upright in a chair with a sword protruding from his chest, they felt a pang of unease.
"Grandpa, what do you think about letting Yilou draw the sword? He's very strong and has a steady hand, so it shouldn't be a problem," Xiaogang suddenly asked, glancing at Yilou who was eating kebabs.
How could he forget that Yi Lou, this special being, could definitely solve the old Taoist's request?
“I can help with that. But you have to hold him tight, otherwise even if I keep a firm grip, if he moves on his own, I can’t guarantee the sword won’t go astray,” Yi Lou said, spitting out a bone.
"Oh dear, how could I forget? This kid's strength is something most people can't match. Alright, let me see how to hold Wei Yu in place." Qi Ji slapped his forehead, immediately thinking of a way to secure Wei Yu to the chair.
"Don't bother. Xiao Si, let Qing Huo in." Wei Yu stood up, stopping Qi Ji, who was about to tie him to the chair with a rope.
Soon, a strong young man entered. Wei Yu instructed him to keep his body still when Yi Lou drew his sword.
The young man stood behind Wei Yu, grabbing Wei Yu's right shoulder with one hand, supporting Wei Yu's left waist with the other, and clamping Wei Yu's legs between his own. After completing these measures, the young man mumbled, "All done."
The old Taoist priest then stepped forward and inserted several needles into Wei Yu's left chest.
Qi Ji also had Yi Lou step forward, holding the sword hilt. He counted to three, and Yi Lou drew his sword.
Yi Lou first tried to draw the sword, weighed how much force to use, and then signaled Qi Ji to count.
As Qi Ji slowly uttered "one, two, three," Yi Lou gripped the hilt of her sword and pulled it back.
With a muffled thud, Wei Yu's body tilted slightly to the left, and the sword slipped from his body, ending up in Yi Lou's hand.
After a flurry of activity, Wei Yu was finally tidied up.
By then, the porridge and soup had been heated up and placed back on the table. The old Taoist priest, without any hesitation, sat down and began to eat.
Despite the pain, Wei Yu ladled out a bowl of porridge and drank it. He needed to replenish his strength before heading to Leshan that night.
As everyone was eating, Zhou Liufeng suddenly ran in and said to Wei Yu, "The forest to the north is on fire. I don't know who started it. If no one puts it out, it could spread here."