A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 195 Scraping Meat
After drinking this bowl of medicine, Shen Ping's fever was just aggravating and the condition did not go down. However, in less than half an hour, Shen Ping's forehead was burning hot, and it was obviously worse than before.

But Duan Rong seemed to have anticipated this. He stayed beside Shen Ping's bed, constantly changing the acupuncture techniques.

And every half an hour, Shen Ping would be given a bowl of water.

In this way, in the first half of the night, Shen Ping's high fever rose and fell, and under Duan Rong's acupuncture, Shen Ping almost did not fall into a coma and remained conscious.

There were two times when Shen Ping's high fever subsided intermittently. He even raised his eyelids to take a look at Duan Rong who was giving him acupuncture. However, he was too weak and his eyes were out of focus, so he could not see clearly.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, the effect of the medicine finally wore off, and Shen Ping's temperature finally stopped rising and falling like a roller coaster.

Duan Rong pricked a few acupuncture points for him to sleep, and Shen Ping finally fell into a deep sleep.

Duan Rong had been tossing and turning all night and was already exhausted, but the bed was given to Shen Ping, so he could only sleep on the floor with his bedding.

Duan Rong only slept for two or three hours and got up early in the morning. He folded the bedding and went to the bedside to look at Shen Ping. Shen Ping looked much better than yesterday.

The body temperature is still a bit high, but it is much lower than yesterday. Duan Rong felt Shen Ping's pulse, and found it was quite weak, but Duan Rong knew that it was only temporary due to the strong effect of the medicine last night.

Duan Rong found that the bowl of old ginseng soup that Hu Huanhuan brought yesterday was still on the table. Duan Rong mixed it with warm water and gave it to Shen Ping to drink.

The reason why he couldn't take any tonic yesterday was that Shen Ping's body was already hot and his internal heat would not dissipate. However, his body had already been washed through by the powerful effects of the medicine last night, and it was the right time for him to take some tonic. This bowl of old ginseng soup was just right for him to drink.

In the morning, Xiao Zongting came over again. Seeing that Shen Ping's condition seemed to be better than yesterday, Xiao Zongting immediately praised Gu Suxiu's superb medical skills.

Duan Rong listened and just touched his nose.

Before Xiao Zongting left, he told Duan Rong, "The shopkeeper has given me the job of the mid-year inventory. I've been very busy these past two days. Shen Ping is an old acquaintance of mine, so please take good care of him for me."

"Mr. Xiao, don't worry. It's a rare occasion that you entrust me with something, and I will do my best to do it." Duan Rong said sincerely.

Xiao Zongting nodded after hearing this and left.

Duan Rong watched Xiao Zongting leave. He knew that Zhou An was responsible for the mid-year inventory in previous years. But this year, Zhou An was beaten to death by Ruan Fengshan because of Ruan Jing's incident, so this job was assigned to Xiao Zongting.

Duan Rong was a little worried. If you wanted to make some money from inventorying, it was a lucrative job, but if you were too serious about it, it would be an offensive job.

Given Xiao Zongting's stubborn personality, it might not be a good idea to assign this job to him.

Duan Rong was worried, but he couldn't do anything about this matter.

At noon, Hu Huanhuan came over again with a lunch box.

When she saw Shen Ping's condition yesterday, she thought he would not survive. But today, his complexion was much calmer and his condition had obviously improved.

Moreover, Shen Ping actually drank most of the porridge he fed him. Hu Huanhuan lingered in front of Shen Ping's bed for a long time before leaving.

However, Gu Suxiu did not come for a follow-up visit. Logically, he should have come again.

Because, in Gu Suxiu's opinion, Shen Ping was already seriously ill and could not recover. Therefore, the prescription he prescribed yesterday was all tranquilizers. It was more appropriate to say that it was hospice care rather than treatment.

In the afternoon, Duan Rong prepared to change the external medicine for Shen Ping.

But when Duan Rong unwrapped the bandages on the wounds, he immediately discovered that several of the wounds were severely festering and had already oozing pus...

Duan Rong's expression immediately became very embarrassed.

It is better not to treat such a wound, as it will not get better anyway... However, if you want to treat it...

Duan Rong glanced at the sleeping Shen Ping with a worried look.

However, he immediately decided that there was no time to lose and the matter had to be dealt with immediately.

Duan Rong then picked up a scimitar from the knife bag on his waist.

This flying knife is small and sharp, and is very suitable for use as a scalpel. Duan Rong is ready to scrape off the rotten flesh from the festering wounds. However, this process is undoubtedly very painful, and he doesn't know if Shen Ping can bear it?
Duan Rong's spiritual consciousness suddenly released outward, penetrating Shen Ping's wound more clearly than an X-ray scan, presenting a three-dimensional cross-section of Shen Ping's wound in front of Duan Rong's eyes.

Duan Rong used his knife to scrape off the festering flesh layer by layer...

Duan Rong cut him with his knife, and Shen Ping groaned in pain...

Duan Rong stabbed Shen Ping twice more, and the intense pain woke him up. Shen Ping thought he was back in the cell again, and Xie Daohan was torturing him and questioning him...

But when he opened his eyes, he saw a strange boy scratching his wound.

Duan Rong glanced at the sweaty Shen Ping and said, "I know it hurts! The wound is rotten and it won't heal if you don't scrape it!"

Shen Ping seemed to understand Duan Rong's words. He groaned, closed his eyes, endured silently, and stopped struggling...

Duan Rong scraped off all the pus-oozing wounds on Shen Ping's body. Shen Ping was still trembling slightly from the pain...

Duan Rong applied medicine to him again, bandaged the wound, and then wiped the sweat from Shen Ping's forehead with a towel.

At night, Duan Rong prepared a second dose of medicine for Shen Ping.

Last night's situation was repeated again, but Shen Ping's condition was obviously much better this night. When Duan Rong was giving him acupuncture, Shen Ping would often open his eyes and look at him, but his head was still very dizzy and his eyes were dull from time to time, obviously he was a little confused due to the fever.

When the effect of the medicine wore off, Duan Rong gave Shen Ping a sleeping injection and made him fall asleep.

Duan Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were listless. He had consumed a lot of energy in the past two days to treat Shen Ping.

Duan Rong slept on the floor again and slept for a few hours. When he woke up in the morning, he found that Shen Ping's fever had subsided. Duan Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the fever was gone, there would be no major problem.

At noon, when Hu Huanhuan came to feed Shen Ping porridge, Shen Ping finally opened his eyes and looked at her. This look made Hu Huanhuan so happy.

However, Shen Ping had a high fever for several times and it had just subsided. He was still very weak and even felt tired when breathing. It took him a long time to swallow a mouthful of porridge. When he opened his eyes to look at Hu Huanhuan, it seemed that he had used up all the remaining strength in his body.

This time, Shen Ping actually drank all of the small bowl of porridge, although it took him more than half an hour to swallow it with difficulty.

When Hu Huanhuan left, she was obviously in a very good mood.

Duan Rong said, "Master Hu, you can feed him some chicken soup tomorrow. When stewing, add some ginseng slices and angelica."

Hu Huanhuan's eyes lit up when he heard this. This was for health reasons. "Is he getting better?"

Duan Rong noticed Hu Huanhuan's excitement and said with a smile, "Not sure yet. But it shouldn't be a big problem."

Although Duan Rong did not say anything definite, she saw that everything was going in a good direction. She originally thought that even if Shen Ping could get better, he would probably have to endure for a while. However, she did not expect that the fever had subsided in just two days.

Hu Huanhuan said: "Thanks to Mr. Duan's careful care, he was able to recover. Mr. Duan, is there anything you want to eat? I will make it and bring it to you tomorrow."

Duan Rong said, "The lion's head is good. Why? Are those dishes made by Mr. Hu himself?"

Duan Rong thought it was made by the chef of Huayinglou.

Hu Huanhuan rolled her eyes at Duan Rong and said, "Why? Don't you think so? I used to have some cooking skills."

Duan Rong smiled and said, "That's not the case. I just didn't expect that Master Hu is so capable of both being a lady in the living room and being a cook in the kitchen."

Seeing Duan Rong start to talk nonsense again, Hu Huanhuan snorted and said, "Mr. Duan, Huanhuan will come again tomorrow."

Having said that, he picked up the food box and turned away.

Duan Rong looked at Hu Huanhuan's back. He felt that Shen Ping was not only ugly but also mentally ill for not wanting such a good woman.

(End of this chapter)