The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

At the same time, Xu Jiande began to think about how to treat Bai Ling.

He said he could treat it before, but that was just to comfort Bai Ling; at the time, he hadn't found a solution.

However, he felt he could do it.

Now that they've made their promises, it's time to put them into practice.

As Xu Jiande concealed his gun and grenades, he began to ponder how to treat the inflammation from his injuries in this sweltering heat. Without treatment, he was likely to develop a fever.

Whether it was the War of Resistance against Japan or the later Korean War, many soldiers on the Daxia side suffered from fever after surgery due to the lack of anti-inflammatory drugs, and thus sacrificed their lives.

After thinking for a while, Xu Jiande realized that with his knowledge as a time traveler, he really couldn't find a good solution.

Without medicine, even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice.

We can only look at the demonic arts aspect.

After much deliberation, I finally realized that I could use demonic energy massage, which should be quite effective.

So he went to the bedroom and said to Bai Ling, "Wife, let's check the injury and treat it first, which means we need to take off our clothes."

Xu Jiande said this with some shyness.

He's skilled at treating injuries, but he's a bit awkward and shy around girls.

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that they were pretending to be a married couple, acting, and that they needed to pay attention to the details.

"Okay, Jiande."

After saying that, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her movements were swift and decisive, one button after another, without much hesitation.

Those who work underground have anticipated all sorts of emergencies and are mentally prepared for them.

Even though she was mentally prepared, when she unbuttoned the last button and her clothes opened to reveal the wound, Bai Ling's fingers still paused slightly.

The tips of her ears were tinged with a thin layer of red, but her expression remained calm.

After all, they were both young men and women who had only known each other for less than two days and had only met twice.

When Bai Ling's wound on her left rib was exposed, Xu Jiande frowned.

The wound was more serious than I had imagined. A cut two or three centimeters long ran across my ribs. Judging from its shape, it wasn't a knife wound, but more like a laceration left by a bullet grazing my ribs.

The skin around the wound was swollen, a large bluish-purple patch, with red edges, showing signs of slight inflammation.

The most shocking thing was the bruising around the ribs; the entire area had turned a deep purple due to internal bleeding.

Fortunately, the ribs should not be broken. If the ribs were broken, that would be a real life-threatening situation.

Xu Jiande took a clean cloth and began to clean the bloodstains around Bai Ling's wound.

The movements were very gentle; the corner of the cloth was dampened with water and used to wipe the wound little by little, circling outwards from the edge of the wound, trying to avoid directly touching the wound.

No matter how careful you are, if the corner of the cloth brushes against the edge of the wound, it will still pull on the damaged tissue.

Bai Ling's abdominal muscles contracted sharply each time, and she gripped the bed sheet so tightly that her knuckles turned purple.

She turned her head to the side, biting her lower lip, and didn't utter a sound.

Xu Jiande noticed that her hands were trembling, but he didn't say anything.

He quickened his pace, finished cleaning the wound, and said to Bai Ling, "I'm starting to treat your wound now. It will hurt a lot; if you really can't bear it, you can shout a few times."

Bai Ling nodded, leaned back against the headboard, and closed her eyes.

Xu Jiande took a deep breath, and the demonic energy in his dantian began to circulate slowly.

A surge of heat flows from the dantian, travels down the three yin meridians of the hand, passes through the shoulder, upper arm, and forearm, and finally converges at the Laogong acupoint in the palm.

His palms began to heat up, and a faint dark red line could be seen under the skin of his palms, which was a sign that the demonic energy had reached its peak.

Xu Jiande placed his palm on Bai Ling's left rib, on that bluish-purple skin, and gently pressed down.

Bai Ling's body tensed up suddenly.

Xu Jiande's palms were very warm, like a hot water bottle in winter, with heat penetrating his skin from his palms.

The bruises from the demonic energy began to dissipate, and the damaged muscle tissue was recovering at a perceptible pace.

The warm feeling was very comfortable, and my previously tense body even relaxed a little unconsciously.

But then, an even more intense pain followed.

The demonic energy seeped deep into the stagnant blood, beginning to dissolve the congealed blood clots.

The blood that had congealed in the interstitial spaces was dispersed by the demonic energy and flowed back through the lymphatic and venous systems. During this process, Bai Ling felt as if someone was grinding her ribs with a red-hot iron rod.

It was as if countless needles were simultaneously piercing the gaps in the bones, drilling directly into the bone marrow.

Bai Ling felt so much pain that her vision went black, and she almost jumped off the bed uncontrollably.

Her consciousness almost went blank for a moment, and she let out a short, loud scream. Realizing what was happening, Bai Ling quickly covered her mouth, forcefully choking back the scream.

The demonic energy continued to seep in, and waves of pain surged up, like a relentless tide.

Bai Ling didn't last long before letting out another muffled groan. The sound was muffled by her hand covering her mouth, but it was still very penetrating.

This happened to be somewhat... well, it just so happened that Jia Zhangshi, who was outside the door, overheard it.

Jia Zhangshi didn't go out much today.

Last night I got slapped by Xu Jiande, and this morning the Japanese devils came to the courtyard and even killed someone. I'm even more scared now. If I hadn't absolutely had to go to the bathroom, I really wouldn't have wanted to leave the house.

Because of the terrain of Beijing, public toilets were all built in the alleys outside the city, requiring people to go out of their homes to access them.

As Jia Zhangshi stepped out the door, intending to go to the public toilet, she heard a commotion coming from Xu Jiande's house next door and immediately perked up.

And intense curiosity.

After listening for a while, I heard another muffled groan, like a woman's cry.

The voice was very soft, and how could someone as experienced as Jia Zhangshi not understand what was going on?

Ignoring the need to use the restroom, he tiptoed to Xu Jiande's door and pressed his ear against the door panel.

Xu Jiande's voice could be faintly heard from inside, saying things like "bear with it" and "it'll be over soon".

Then the woman shouted twice more, her voice more urgent than before.

After listening for a while, Jia Zhangshi remembered the slap she received last night, and the anger in her heart rose up again.

Xu Jiande secretly came back last night, but instead of dying outside, he caught himself red-handed.

Now he's secretly found another woman and is having sex with her at home during the day.

Wait, where did Xu Jiande get a woman from? He's an orphan, with no parents or relatives, and I've never seen him interact with any girls before.

Where did this woman come from?

While puzzled, Jia Zhangshi also felt a surge of malice and began to knock on the door.

"Xu Jiande! Open the door!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, "What happened in your house?"

Inside the room, Xu Jiande and Bai Ling were both stunned.

Xu Jiande's hand was still on Bai Ling's left rib. The circulation of demonic energy was at a critical moment. Most of the blood stasis had been dissolved, and it would be over in a little while.

At this critical juncture, Jia Zhangshi came knocking on the door.

Fortunately, it's almost fully healed now.

Xu Jiande stopped the treatment, withdrew his hand, and the demonic energy in his dantian slowly returned to its place.

He winked at Bai Ling and whispered, "Get dressed."

Bai Ling grabbed her clothes from the bedside and put them on, her movements much more nimble than before, buttoning them up one by one.

The repairman packed up the bloodstained pieces of cloth from the bed sheet, tidied up, and then walked to the door and opened it.

As soon as the door opened, Jia Zhangshi's plump face peeked in. Her eyes darted around, and she deliberately feigned an embarrassed expression as she peered into the room.

He said, "Jiande, I heard someone shouting in your room just now. Is something wrong?"

That's pretty good acting.

Xu Jiande stood at the door, blocking it so she couldn't see too much inside.

He didn't say a word, just stared coldly at Jia Zhangshi, his eyes looking exactly the same as when he hit her last night.

Jia Zhangshi felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze.

The current Xu Jiande is a completely different person from before. His eyes are like those of a ghost in the middle of the night, cold and sinister, sending chills down your spine.

She could even faintly smell a faint scent of blood on him.

The old woman didn't know that Xu Jiande had become bloodthirsty from killing too many people; she only felt her legs starting to go weak.

Just as Jia Zhangshi was about to leave in fright, Xu Jiande spoke up. "Aunt Zhang, my wife is here. What's wrong? Is she bothering you?"

His voice was cold and irritating.