This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 354 Water Dance
The island is filled with houses.

Various wooden shops are neatly arranged, and the area in front of the shops and on the street is full of people, making it look quite lively.

It's like another small town.

But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that some of the people in the crowd looked rather strange.

Some people have blue, silver, or other colors of hair; some have pointed, round, or even no ears; some have gray, blue, or even scarlet eyes...

Some people even have scales on their face or neck.

One of the little girls even had a fluffy tail trailing behind her...

Luo Zijun and her group of nine followed the girl in front of them, each with a different expression as they looked around at the crowd.

Of course, these people were also curiously observing them.

"A descendant of a monster?"

The group of people were secretly speculating.

Walking in front was a tall young woman in a black leather jacket, about twenty years old. She had a high chestnut ponytail, and her arms and legs were muscular. Her skin was wheat-colored, her nose was high and straight, and her pupils were blue. She looked quite different from the people in the town.

The girl led them to the edge of a cliff and into a simple courtyard consisting of three stone houses.

A stove was burning in the courtyard, and medicine was being boiled on it.

A strong medicinal smell permeated the entire courtyard.

The girl arrived at the door of a stone house in the middle, then turned to look at the young doctor behind her who didn't look like a doctor, and said, "My father is injured in the leg and has been unconscious for three days. We've seen a doctor before and he's taken a lot of medicine, but it hasn't worked. I heard that you have the medical skills to bring the dead back to life. If you can cure him, I can decide to let you leave."

Before Luo Zijun could speak, Wang Qiang, standing behind her, said, "We want to meet the island lord here."

The girl looked at her and said, "I can only guarantee that you will live."

The young Taoist priest asked anxiously, "Where is my master? Has he really been turned into human flesh buns by you?"

The one-eyed man following behind laughed and said, "Don't worry, as long as you can save the person inside, we can naturally save that old Taoist priest as well."

The young Taoist priest Yi Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What if it can't be cured?

Luo Zijun asked.

Only he himself knew that all the so-called medical skills that could bring the dead back to life were fake, and if the other person was really too sick, he definitely wouldn't be able to cure them.

"Then leave your life behind."

The girl looked at him coldly: "Yours, theirs, and that old Taoist's."

Luo Zijun glanced at Wang Qiangzhuang behind her.

Wang Qiangzhuang said with a serious expression, "Hua Liu, go in. I believe you can succeed."

"Captain, do you really think I'm a miracle doctor?"

Luo Zijun couldn't help but complain.

To everyone's surprise, Wang Qiangzhuang nodded seriously: "I really think you are a miracle doctor."

These past few days, the whole town has been buzzing with the news that this guy can really bring the dead back to life. Patients who were on the verge of death have all been saved after his treatment. What else could he be but a miracle doctor?
"Sigh, I'll try my best."

Unable to explain, Luo Zijun followed the girl into the house.

Seeing that no one stopped him, Wang Qiangqiang followed them inside.

The one-eyed man and his men stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard, their faces full of vigilance.

"Daddy..."

Upon entering the room, the girl walked to the bedside and softly called out to the person on the bed.

The person on the bed was barely breathing. They seemed to be able to hear sounds, but their eyelids twitched and they didn't open their eyes.

Luo Zijun came to the bedside, lifted the quilt, and was immediately hit by a stench.

The man on the bed had several layers of gauze tightly wrapped around his right thigh; the white gauze had been stained with other colors.

"Open the window and turn on the light."

Luo Zijun gave an order, put on the bamboo membrane gloves she had already taken out, and began to untie the layers of gauze that were filled with a foul odor.

The window was opened quickly, and the oil lamp was lit just as quickly.

When Luo Zijun unwrapped all the gauze and saw the wound, her scalp tingled with fear.

The man's entire thigh was rotting, with thick fluid oozing out, and the bone inside was even visible, a truly horrifying sight.

"Give me the light."

Luo Zijun frowned.

The girl held the oil lamp and handed it to him, turning her face away as if she dared not look at the wound on her father's leg.

"Foolish! It's rotten like this and you're still wrapping it in gauze!"

Luo Zijun held the oil lamp and observed carefully for a while before she couldn't help but curse.

The girl turned her head and asked, "Who are you insulting?"

"I'm scolding you! So what? You've ruined your father's life, do you know that?"

Luo Zijun glared at her fiercely.

The girl stared at him for a while, her momentum gradually weakening. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to argue, but after glancing at the figure on the bed, she held back, bit her lip, and asked, "What should we do now? Can it be cured?"

Luo Zijun ignored her, examined the wound carefully for a while, and couldn't help but sigh.

Upon hearing this sigh, the girl's face turned pale.

"The leg needs to be amputated."

Luo Zijun turned her head and looked at her.

The girl was taken aback and quickly asked, "If we saw off his leg, will my father survive?"

Luo Zijun said, "There is at least a glimmer of hope. His leg is now rotting and severely infected, even the bone is rotting. It has rotted up to the root of his thigh. If it is not amputated soon, it will surely die when it rots up to his waist."

The girl's face paled. "Is there only a sliver of hope?" she asked. Luo Zijun put down the oil lamp and said, "For a patient like this, a sliver of hope is already quite good. I'm sure you've also consulted other doctors; what did they say?"

The girl, pale-faced, said, "They all say... to prepare for the worst."

Luo Zijun shrugged: "What they said is not wrong. We need to prepare for our funeral in advance. You should know that yourself."

The girl looked at him and asked, "How confident are you?"

Luo Zijun shook her head and said, "When treating people, I never say how confident I am, because even a small headache or fever could be fatal."

The girl paused for a moment, then glanced at the person on the bed. A determined look suddenly appeared in her eyes. She said, "Then let's treat him as you say. What do you need me to do?"

Luo Zijun thought for a moment and said, "If I can't be cured, could you spare my life? Just spare me, I don't care about the others, after all, those poor patients in the town still need me."

Wang Qiangzhuang, who was watching from the doorway, rolled his eyes at him upon hearing this.

Xu Ziyin and Lu Yao were also standing behind her.

The girl coldly refused: "Impossible! If you can't be cured, you'll all die!"

"If that's the case, then don't blame me for making your father die in agony!"

Luo Zijun took out an axe.

The girl's expression changed, and she grabbed his collar, glaring at him angrily: "How dare you!"

Luo Zijun, emboldened, asked, "Miss, do you still want me to treat you?"

The girl's expression shifted for a moment, then she glared at him fiercely before finally giving in: "Fine, whatever the outcome, I'll spare your life. But if you kill my father, all your friends will have to die with him!"

"make a deal!"

Luo Zijun raised her finger and stroked the blade of the axe, then ordered, "Move your father's right leg to the side of the bed, then tie him up. Also, prepare a few pieces of red-hot iron; I need to use them immediately after cutting off his right leg."

Upon hearing this, the girl didn't ask any further questions. She immediately looked out the window and said, "Uncle Kun, go and bring the blacksmith's furnace here, and prepare some iron sheets to put in and heat them until they're red-hot."

Luo Zijun said, "We can just use a red-hot blade."

The girl quickly called out to the outside again.

The one-eyed man agreed and immediately led the two away in a hurry.

The girl walked to the bedside, carefully moved the man's rotting right leg to the edge of the bed, and then got a rope to tie him up.

"You cried?"

Luo Zijun asked.

The girl immediately wiped away her tears, looked at him coldly, and said, "No."

Luo Zijun then asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

The girl, her eyes red, glared at him and said, "What does this have to do with your treatment?"

"Of course it does."

Luo Zijun said in a serious tone, "I am a doctor. You'd better answer my questions honestly. If you answer honestly, I will be in a good mood, and the treatment will be more effective. If you don't answer honestly, I will be in a bad mood... When a doctor is in a bad mood while treating patients, you can imagine what the result will be?"

Wang Qiangzhuang, standing at the door, couldn't help but roll his eyes again, muttering, "This guy, he still has the mind to flirt with girls in a situation like this..."

The girl clenched her fists, her gaze turning slightly cold: "Are you threatening me?"

Luo Zijun ignored her and looked down at the patient's rotting thigh.

After a while, the one-eyed man came into the room carrying a large stove and placed it at the door.

The stove was ablaze with charcoal, and inside sat three red-hot iron knives.

"enough?"

"The one-eyed man asked."

The girl's gaze fell upon the boy in front of her.

Luo Zijun gripped the axe, staring silently at the rotting thigh on the edge of the bed.

The girl gritted her teeth and had no choice but to give in: "My name is Shui Wu."

"Shh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the axe in Luo Zijun's hand suddenly flashed with a cold light and fell down.

"boom!"

The sharp axe blade cleaved heavily at the base of the man's rotting right leg on the bed.

The man's entire right leg immediately fell to the ground.

The one-eyed man who had just entered was startled by the scene. He roared, drew his knife, and cursed, "You little bastard! You..."

"Water Dancer, bring me a knife!"

Luo Zijun threw down the axe and immediately said.

A girl named Shuiwu flashed by and picked up a red-hot iron knife from the furnace.

Luo Zijun took the blade and immediately pressed the red-hot razor blade firmly against the man's severed leg on the bed.

"Zi-"

A piercing sound rang out, and the smell of burning flesh and blood instantly filled the entire room.

The man who had been unconscious on the bed suddenly screamed "Ah!" and jumped up from the bed.

Luo Zijun kicked him down, then stepped on his stomach to hold him in place, and pressed the red-hot blade in her hand against his charred broken leg again.

"what--"

The man on the bed let out another piercing scream.

Shui Wu's face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled, but she didn't dare to speak.

The one-eyed man standing by the stove gripped his knife, speechless, and dared not move again.

(End of this chapter)