This is a real saying. If it is surgery, of course it is not the strength of Chinese doctors. Meng Youtian relaxed a little, and now Mr. Xiao Si is still alive.

The three of them entered the North Hall and saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair with a frown and bowing his head in silence. Liu Feng frowned tightly and walked back and forth on the ground like an ant on a hot pan.

"Boy Meng, you're here." Liu Feng looked up and saw that it was Meng Youtian. Her eyebrows were slightly relaxed and said, "Go in with me and have a look. The fourth uncle was thinking about you coming to see you before he was unconscious!"

Oh, Meng Youtian nodded slightly, and without saying anything, he followed Liu Feng into the inner room, and a strong smell of medicine came to his nose. Xiao Guanghe was lying on the bed and was already in a coma. Liu Feng's two maids were changing to the wet towels on Master Xiao's forehead, and then lit the wine from a small plate, dipping his hands into Master Fourth's chest, armpits, and elbows. This is the folk way to reduce body temperature. Meng Youtian had a fever when he was a child, and his mother also lit the spirit wine from the small plate to wipe him.

"The Fourth Master was so crazy that he was talking nonsense just now, let the boss be careful." Ling'er wiped the sweat from her head with her sleeve and reported to Liu Feng.

Liu Feng nodded, looking at Xiao Guanghe with a heavy expression, but he said to Meng Youtian, "Uncle Fourth has always valued you very much. When he was awake, he said he wanted to tell you the important things, but now - take a look at Uncle Fourth!"

Meng Youtian didn't say anything, looked at Xiao Guanghe, reached out to find out his body temperature, and it was indeed burning. He also noticed Xiao Guanghe's wound, which was red and swollen, like a child's mouth, and pus seeped out from time to time and was wiped off by two little girls.

If there was no other way, I had to try our maggot therapy, but what should I say? Meng Youtian grinned and peeked at Liu Feng. This aunt was the key. As long as she said it, no one would dare to stop her.

"What are you looking at me?" Liu Feng saw it and asked with her eyebrows standing, "Just say anything if you have anything."

Meng Youtian nodded helplessly and said, "Miss, I'll tell you something, can we go outside and say ok?"

Liu Feng leaned his eyes wide and said nothing. He turned around and walked out. Meng Youtian quietly placed the things he was holding in his hand in the corner and followed him out.

When he arrived at the hall, Liu Feng stopped and Meng Youtian swept around, but it still didn't work. He walked straight to the door and made a gesture to Liu Feng.

After leaving the hall, Meng Youtian and Liu Feng stood in the corridor. The snow was still falling, but the wind seemed to be getting lighter, and the snowflakes were falling straight up and down.

"What's the matter? It's mysterious." Liu Feng stretched out impatiently and kicked the small snow pile that floated down the corridor.

"That's it." Meng Youtian carefully considered the words and said carefully: "If there is really no way to cure the Fourth Master, we can't just look at it, I read a prescription from the book-"

"Then you didn't say it earlier." Liu Feng interrupted Meng Youtian without waiting for him to finish his words, "Write what prescription, please write it out quickly, and ask someone to pick up the medicine and prepare it. When is it time? You are so calm."

"You ask me to finish my words." Meng Youtian was a little displeased with Liu Feng's impatientness and frowned and said, "This prescription does not require medicine. It is a living thing that can treat the ulcerated wounds. The Fourth Master's wound is inflamed and bleed, just like this."

"Living creature?" Liu Feng narrowed his eyes in confusion and looked at Meng Youtian, "Is it clear, what kind of living creature is it?"

Meng Youtian was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Maggots, sprinkle maggots and clean up the Fourth Master's wounds-"

"Bastard." Liu Feng was furious and waved her hand and hit Meng Youtian in the face caught off guard.

"Ouch!" Meng Youtian was taken a moment, took two steps back, pointed at Liu Feng and said angrily: "You, what did you finish listening to me? This makes sense-"

"No reason, before the person dies, you just sprinkle maggots up—" Liu Feng glared at Xing's eyes and cursed: "It's a pity that I'm so proud of you, you're such a bastard." As he said that, he punched Meng Youtian again.

"You still fight, you still fight-" Meng Youtian's heart gradually became angry. He took the opportunity to grab Liu Feng's wrist and stared at him and said loudly, "Are you finished? Don't be too arrogant, I'm welcome to beat me again."

"I want you to be polite?" Liu Feng vented his anger on Meng Youtian, "Uncle Fourth is really blind. Today I will beat you to death." After that, he broke free from his hand and kicked his feet.

Meng Youtian fought back, but in terms of real kung fu, he was indeed not as good as Liu Feng, and he had too few actual combat times, and he was hit on his face and body a few more times. This made him anxious, and he protected his head and face with both hands, and rushed towards Liu Feng.

Liu Feng flashed and tried to avoid it. The snow on the ground was slippery, but her movements were not smooth. Meng Youtian grabbed her clothes and fell to the ground, twisted into a ball, then turned down the steps, and rolled into the snow in the courtyard.

When the people in the hall heard the sound of fighting, they quickly came out to watch it, but they saw two people fighting like children, fighting in the snow, and the whole body was covered with snow.

"Beat you, the bastard, to death." Liu Feng turned up and cursed.

"Beat you, an unreasonable shrew, to death." Meng Youtian used both hands and feet, and hugged Liu Feng tightly, so that she would not have the chance to get up.

This kind of close fighting made Liu Feng's strengths unable to be played, while Meng Youtian became more and more brave. When he was in college, he had been in the judo team for a while because he heard that he could have close contact with female classmates there and the opportunity to cut in. Now, he can barely use some long forgotten tricks, and there is a congenital gap in strength between men and women. Although Liu Feng has been practicing for a long time, Meng Youtian is not a playboy.

"Stop hitting, you guys--" Tiedanza started to do anything, not knowing how to pull the two away.

"Stop it quickly and say something." Xiao Quan was at a loss and watched the man and woman roll and fight in the snow.

The two of them slowed down, and they sprayed heavy white mist from their mouths, but they still refused to stop, but their posture became more and more weird and ambiguous. Meng Youtian seemed to have the upper hand, and had already grabbed Liu Feng's hands, hugged Liu Feng from behind, and clamped her waist and hips with both legs.

Liu Feng's hair was scattered, his chest was fluctuating violently, and his strength was almost exhausted. He couldn't break free from Meng Youtian, but he was not willing to be outdone, "Bastard, you, let go of your hand, I want to kill you."

"Not relax." Meng Youtian's white breath spurted into Liu Feng's neck and ears, and he said with a heavy breath: "I want to reason with you."

"Tell me, sprinkle maggots on people, and there is still a reason?" Liu Feng struggled again, Meng Youtian hugged him tighter, tying Liu Feng's erect breasts.
Chapter completed!