Exile? A mad, wicked woman empties the national treasury to escape famine.

The doctor looked at Erhu, somewhat puzzled.

Is this person a doctor, or is he a doctor?

Didn't he ask him to come and help this person treat his wound?

He's already explained how he handled it, and this person is still questioning him?

What's inside this wound looks incredibly dangerous. Whatever it is, if it stays in his arm, his hand will be useless forever. He might not even be able to save it now, let alone in the future!

He's now saying he wants to scoop the stuff out, and this guy is even asking if he can save his hand!

If we wait any longer, we'll lose not only our hands, but our lives!

"What's the point of saying all this now? Forget about whether he can save his hand or not, do as I say right now, go get some hot water, I'll cut open his wound immediately and dig out what's inside, otherwise, he'll lose his life, let alone his hand!"

Erhu opened his mouth, looked at his elder brother's pained expression, slapped his thigh, turned and ran out of the house, shouting to his men at the front door:

"Someone, quickly boil water! Boil water!"

At the same time, the doctor's knife was already red-hot.

"Ouch, it hurts so much! It hurts so much! You lousy doctor, what are you standing there for! Hurry up and apply the medicine! Apply the medicine now!"

"Aaaaaaah! It hurts, it hurts like hell! What the hell is this thing?!"

Big Tiger roared and jumped around wildly, his hands twitching in pain. He couldn't feel anything in his hands anymore, and he felt a little panicked.

Will his hand be ruined?

The more panicked he became, the louder he made a scene.

The doctor was holding a red-hot razor blade when Da Hu accidentally bumped his elbow, and the blade almost fell onto his leg.

The doctor hurriedly reached out to catch it, grabbed the blade, and heard a "sizzle" sound; his hand was also burned red.

"what!"

The doctor screamed in pain and kept shaking his hand.

"What are you doing! Can you please stop moving around? If you keep moving, I won't treat your injury! I'm trying to treat your wound, and I've gotten injured myself! I've never seen anyone move around so much!"

The doctor spoke through gritted teeth; he was absolutely furious.

He's been treating wounds for half his life, and this is the first time a patient has done this to him. He got such a big blister on his hand, and he'll have to find some medicine to apply when he gets back!

He wants to charge more for today's consultation.

Upon hearing his words, Da Hu gritted his teeth and glared at him fiercely.

The fist of the uninjured hand was clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of the hand bulged.

He was in so much pain, and this doctor not only didn't help him relieve the pain, but also talked to him like that!

That's only because my hand was injured. If it weren't injured, I would have picked him up and thrown him out!

The doctor opened his mouth, looking at Da Hu with a completely bewildered expression.

This person is injured so badly, and they still don't treat him, the doctor, with any respect. They look at him with such a fierce expression, as if they want to eat him alive.

Forget it, these people are not to be trifled with. He should just charge whatever consultation fee he's entitled to.

Thinking of Da Hu's attitude towards him just now, the doctor was angry. He picked up the knife from the ground, wiped it casually, and put it on the fire to heat it. Before long, the knife was red-hot again.

This time he stopped wasting words and said directly:

"Bear with it, it hurts a little. I'm going to dig that thing out of your arm, whatever it is, it can't stay in your arm."

Your arm has lost too much blood, and I don't know if it can be saved. I can only help you stop the bleeding temporarily.

I don't have much medicine with me. I advise you to go into town first thing tomorrow morning to find a better doctor and buy better medicine, and see if you can save this hand.

He's said all he could as a doctor; whether or not someone listens is up to fate.

In any case, he figured that this hand was probably beyond saving.

After saying that, without waiting for Da Hu to speak again, he took the red-hot knife in his hand, exerted force, and cut Da Hu's arm.

With a "rip," the flesh on Big Tiger's arm flew off.

"Aaaaaah!"

Da Hu screamed in pain and almost fainted. He even began to suspect that the doctor was taking revenge for someone else.

Before he could speak, the doctor took the knife in his hand and forcefully plunged it into his flesh, stirring it around inside.

"Aaaaaaah! It hurts so much! What are you doing? Do you even know how to treat someone? If you don't, get the hell out of my way!"

Even though his arm was already numb with pain, the doctor's movements made Da Hu feel like his whole body was cramping from the pain.

He gritted his teeth, intending to kick the doctor out.

Before he could even lift his leg, there was a "snap" sound, and the doctor dug something out of his wound.

The object wasn't big; it rolled along his arm and onto the ground, rolling several times before landing in the very center of the hall.

All eyes turned to the object. One end was somewhat pointed, while the other end was flat.

One of them carefully picked up the object, which was covered in bloody flesh. He wiped it in his hand and handed it to Da Hu.

"Brother Tiger, this is the thing that got into your arm. Do you recognize what kind of hidden weapon it is?"

Da Hu was in so much pain that he was dizzy and had no time to look at the thing. He glanced at it casually, waved his hand, and

"Never seen anything like it before! I don't know what it is! Now that it's been dug out, doctor, what are you standing there for? Quickly stop the bleeding and bandage my wound!"

Seeing his bad temper, the doctor dared not say anything more. He quickly applied some wound medicine, wrapped the wound with some cloth, and dutifully said:

"I've dug it out, there shouldn't be anything left inside. I've also removed some of the rotten flesh and applied some medicine. The bleeding should stop soon."

I bandaged it up for you, but that only barely stopped the bleeding.

Tomorrow morning, you must go to the city and find a skilled doctor to give you more medicine, then bandage it properly and let you rest well.

His medical skills have reached their limit, and he doesn't even know if he can save this hand; it's beyond his control now.

After saying this, he packed his things, stood aside, and waited for Da Hu to give him the consultation fee.

A long while passed, and Da Hu still didn't say anything. The doctor was starting to panic. Were these people not going to pay him for the consultation?

He came all this way; he wouldn't have bothered to go out if someone hadn't invited him.

His eyes swept around, finally settling on Erhu.

This is the person who invited him. He carefully walked to Erhu's side and said with a smile:

"Well, sir, I've already treated your wound. Could you please pay the consultation fee? There are other patients in town waiting for me to see. I was originally going to see the others first, but seeing how anxious you were, I told them I'd come to see you first."

As he spoke, his heart pounded with anxiety.