"Quick, go and find Li Yi..." Yang Peili waved his hand.
"I’ll grab some more wood ash..." Feng Caie hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen. However, when she pressed the wood ash onto Yang Baixiang’s head, the blood quickly soaked through, staining her hands with blood, which immediately made her scream in fright.
Although Yang Anshi did not come out of the room, her hands and feet were ice-cold, not knowing if it was from nervousness or fear.
Just as Yang Baichuan ran to the doorway, he came face to face with Yang Ruxin, who was about to enter. Startled, he shuddered and hastily retreated several steps, yielding the door to her.
Yang Ruxin ignored him and directly entered Yang Baixiang’s room.
Last time, it was Yang Baixiang who had been poisoned by mistake after consuming wild celery. When she came in, she saw Uncle Xiaowu barely hanging on to life. It was only a few days since he had recovered, and now upon entering the same room, she saw Uncle Xiaowu covered in blood.
The people who entered the room couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. Under the dim light of the lit lamp, Yang Baixiang lay motionless on the bed. His head was covered with a black mess, but blood was still flowing out incessantly. Now it had dirtied the entire pillow and even the sheets, making his pale face look even more ghastly.
How much blood can a person have? This was turning into a desiccation.
"Master," said Yang Ruxin, glancing at Dao Xuzi, "please, I beg of you."
"Rest assured," Dao Xuzi waved his hand, "Just remember to reward me accordingly later, treat my people well..."
Yang Ruxin rolled her eyes at him; a foodie is always thinking about eating.
"In your eyes, a human life truly has no value at all," said Yang Ruxin, glancing at Yang Peili as she began to help clean Uncle Xiaowu’s body, and then watched as her master applied medicine and bandaged the wounds before doing acupuncture.
About two hours later, Dao Xuzi finally removed the silver needles and looked at the crowd, "Any later, and this guy would have turned into a dried corpse... However, even though the bleeding has stopped now, there has been too much blood loss in the brain, which has already caused damage. Whether he’ll wake up or not is another question, and of course, whether he’ll still be normal if he does wake up is yet another question..."
Yang Peili’s face turned somewhat pale: "Elder, do you mean Xiaowu could become a fool?"
"Fool?" Dao Xuzi sneered, "To be able to become a fool would mean he’s blessed by the heavens. I’m afraid he might not even have the chance to become a fool..."
"How... How is that possible?" Yang Peili chuckled dryly, "But you’re the Divine Doctor, you..."
"I might be a Divine Doctor but I am not a Fairy," Dao Xuzi glared, "His head is only so big; how much blood can it hold? It’s almost all drained; how can he survive?"
Yang Peili then shrank back as he was scolded.
"I’ve never seen people as heartless as you!" Dao Xuzi scorned, curling his lip in disdain, and then stopped bothering to speak, instead holding Xiaobai in his arms and stroking its fur.
"Are you even human?" Sanni had already been crying until she was gasping for air, "In the past, it was our main family whom you beat and scolded relentlessly. Now that you can’t beat us, you’ve started to abuse Uncle Xiaowu... He works hard to earn money, and not only does he get no food, he also gets beaten. Do you not have a heart?"
"Stop yapping nonsense here... Why don’t you let him be the Shopkeeper, since your main family is so capable?" Yang Anshi suddenly yelled from inside the room, "If he were to become the shopkeeper and bring home a few taels of silver each month, I’ll guarantee not to beat him, I’ll even treat him well..."