sbdcsierra Chapter 190 Bone Setting
Chapter 190 Bone Setting
Shui'er gently patted her forehead and said apologetically, "That's right, I completely forgot about that."
Then she turned to Xiaohe and said, "Xiaohe, come and help me."
Shui'er turned to Uncle Qiao, who was lying on the bed, to reassure him.
"Uncle Qiao, let me take a look at you. Just bear with it."
Uncle Qiao did not underestimate the two girls, but asked with a hint of doubt, "You two are so young, can you really be cured?"
Xiao He patted Uncle Qiao on the shoulder to comfort him, "Don't worry, we'll treat you if we can, and we won't do anything rash if we can't."
Uncle Qiao was relieved to agree after hearing their sincere assurances.
Shui'er carefully began to remove the strips of cloth from Uncle Qiao's feet, and then gently pressed his feet.
Although Shui'er wasn't very strong, Uncle Qiao couldn't help but groan, and his forehead quickly became covered in sweat.
Shui'er quickly let go of his hand and said to him, "You broke the bone in your foot and need to be set."
Fortunately, it was discovered early; otherwise, if the bones had grown out of place, it would have been much more troublesome.
Aunt Qiao asked anxiously from the side, "Shui'er, is it still possible to cure her now?"
Shui'er nodded: "That's possible, but I need to go find some herbs to make the infusion. By the way, do you have any wine at home?"
Aunt Qiao thought for a moment and said to Shui'er, "We don't have any wine at home, but the village chief does. I'll go to the village chief's house to borrow as much wine as you need."
Shui'er thought for a moment and said, "We don't need much, just a pound or two will be enough."
After Shui'er finished arranging these things, she turned to Xiao He and said, "Xiao He, let's go into the mountains and see if there's any bone-penetrating grass or golden hook grass."
Xiaohe immediately replied, "Okay, let's go."
Aunt Qiao quickly dissuaded them, saying, "Wait, it's snowing everywhere outside, and it's getting late. It's too dangerous for you to go out like this."
Shui'er smiled and comforted her, "Auntie, don't worry about us, we'll be back soon."
After Shui'er finished speaking, the two went to where the carriage was kept, took both swords with them, and then hurriedly headed towards the back mountain.
Aunt Qiao watched them disappear in the blink of an eye, sighed helplessly, and turned to walk towards the village chief's house.
When they arrived at the village chief's house, Aunt Qiao explained the whole story to him.
Without saying a word, the village chief immediately took out a small jar of wine.
"Xiao Lan, come on, come on, I'll go back with you."
The village chief was still young, probably in his forties, and he took Aunt Qiao and hurried to her house.
Upon arriving at the Qiao family's house, the village chief placed the wine jar on the table and walked straight into the house, coming to Uncle Qiao's side.
When Uncle Qiao saw the village chief arrive, he called out, "Uncle, what brings you here?"
The village chief asked with concern, "Young Qiao, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?"
Uncle Qiao replied, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle. Although it still hurts, I can bear it."
The village chief said angrily, "Hmph! Ren, it's lucky that the villagers found out this time. If they hadn't found out, what would have happened to Xiaolan and the two children? Have you thought about that?"
Seeing that the village chief was angry, Uncle Qiao quickly said, "Uncle, I know I was wrong, and it won't happen again."
The village chief sighed and said, "It's not like we're without food at home. Luckily, those two kind girls came. Once they heal you, you'd better take good care of yourself from now on."
Just then, Aunt Qiao came in with a pot of tea, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the village chief.
"Uncle, have a cup of tea to warm yourself up."
The three of them chatted in the room, and after some time, Aunt Qiao became very worried when she saw that Shui'er and the other girl had not returned.
Aunt Qiao couldn't help but say, "They've been gone for so long, why haven't they come back yet?"
The village chief comforted them, saying, "Alright, let's just wait for them. There's no use in you worrying."
It's so late at night, we don't know which way they went, and we can't go looking for them. We'll just have to wait and see.
After a while, Aunt Qiao heard some noise outside, so she went to the door, opened it, and took a look.
Xiaohe and Shui'er stood at the door with two bags in their hands, their faces showing tired but satisfied smiles.
"Auntie, we're back. We've successfully found three kinds of herbs."
After Shui'er finished speaking, she took the bag in her hand and showed it to Aunt Qiao.
Aunt Qiao quickly ushered them in: "Come in quickly, it's cold outside. I was so worried about you all when you were gone for so long."
The two entered the house and saw a middle-aged man they didn't recognize sitting there.
The village chief cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the two girls, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, young ladies."
The two looked at Aunt Qiao, who quickly introduced them: "Shui'er, Xiao He, let me introduce you. This is the village chief of our Gujia Village."
The two men cupped their hands in greeting to the village chief and said, "Village chief, there's no need to be so polite. Since we've encountered you and happen to be able to treat you, there's no reason for us not to help."
The village chief nodded and said, "In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."
Then Xiaohe and Shui'er began to clean the herbs in the bag.
They carefully selected, washed, dried, and ground the medicine, working until late into the night, and finally managed to process it in a simple way.
The next morning, after lunch, they planned to start treating Uncle Qiao's bones.
When the villagers heard that two young girls were at the Qiao family's house, helping the men of the Qiao family treat their legs, they all came to see what was going on.
A male villager looked at Aunt Qiao with suspicion and said, "Sister-in-law Qiao, those two are so young, are they really doctors? Don't let them cripple Brother Qiao."
No sooner had he finished speaking than his wife grabbed his ear without hesitation and said sternly, "Do you really want Brother Qiao to be crippled?"
This action drew laughter from those around him, and the man repeatedly begged for mercy: "Ouch...ouch,ouch, honey, be gentle!"
The woman snorted coldly, which was considered a small lesson for him.
The villagers were amused by the couple's daily antics, which made the atmosphere much more relaxed.
At this moment, another man stepped out of the crowd and joked, "Da Mu, you're the one in the whole village who's most afraid of women."
Upon hearing this, Da Mu immediately retorted, "I'm just being affectionate towards my wife, not afraid of her."
Before he finished speaking, another burst of laughter and cheers erupted around him.
Da Mu's wife, named Cuihua, walked up to Aunt Qiao and asked with concern, "Alan, can those two really cure Brother Qiao's leg?"
Aunt Qiao sighed, her eyes filled with hope and uncertainty.
"Da Mu's wife, I don't know if she can cure it, but both of them know martial arts. I saw it clearly last night."
Just as everyone was discussing this, the village chief walked over with steady steps.
His stern gaze swept over the crowd as he asked, "Don't you all have anything to do? What are you all doing gathered here?"
Upon seeing this, the villagers greeted the village chief and then dispersed to return to their daily lives.
At this moment, Shui'er and Xiao He were busy crushing the medicinal herbs. Their movements were skilled and swift, clearly the result of long-term practice.
The village chief walked up to them and said gratefully, "Thank you both for your hard work. You stayed up so late last night and got up so early this morning."
Xiao He smiled slightly and replied politely, "Village Chief, you're too kind."
After a flurry of activity, the two finally prepared the medicinal herbs.
They took the medicine and went into Uncle Qiao's room.
Uncle Qiao lay on the bed in the room, looking slightly nervous.
Shui'er walked up to him and said softly, "Uncle Qiao, I'm going to set your bones now. It will hurt a lot later, so please bear with it."
She took out a folded piece of cloth and handed it to Uncle Qiao: "Here, bite this piece, and I'll try to be as quick as possible. Don't be afraid, it'll be over soon."
Uncle Qiao clenched his fist, a determined glint in his eyes.
Seeing this, Shui'er said to the villagers who followed her in, "Could you two uncles please help me hold down Uncle Qiao's hands and shoulders so he doesn't move around?"
Upon hearing this, the two men immediately stepped forward and restrained Uncle Qiao.
Shui'er came to the foot of the bed, took a deep breath, and channeled her inner energy.
Her hands seemed to possess immense strength, easily lifting Uncle Qiao's legs.
She then dipped some wine into a bowl and applied it to Uncle Qiao's leg.
Her technique was skillful and decisive; she held the injured foot with one hand in front and the other behind.
As Shui'er moved, Uncle Qiao was already drenched in cold sweat, and his upper body swayed uncontrollably.
Shui'er skillfully used traction, stretching, and rotation to gradually reposition the broken bone.
Although these actions took only a short time, they felt like an eternity to Uncle Qiao.
Shui'er swung her hands rapidly, her movements fluid and graceful.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, until she felt the bones in her leg had been completely reset.
Seeing this, Xiao He quickly handed her the wooden board he was holding.
Shui'er took the wooden board and skillfully fixed it to Uncle Qiao's leg.
Xiaohe then placed the herbs on the soft cloth on both sides of the injured area and secured them with strips of cloth.