Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

It was already late at night when I woke up, the surroundings were completely white, the oxygen machine next to me was bubbling and bubbling, and the oxygen mask was placed next to it, as if I had just finished inhaling oxygen.Through the window, the lawn is covered with orange lights outside. It is still the single building where Xiao Nie was rescued. The difference is that last time I saw someone else lying here, this time I was lying here. Suddenly I felt chilly all over, and when I lifted the quilt, I realized that I had been completely stripped off, and even all the hair on my body was shaved.Grinning for a long time at the bald head in the mirror, I am quite satisfied with this look, it is really sturdy.At this time, I heard footsteps in the corridor, and jumped on the bed quickly.

"Lao Miao, Lao Miao!" Someone was knocking on the door next door, and then heard a burst of small footsteps, and then the voice became thinner, and vaguely heard someone say: "Old Zhong, high fever, it's not good..." or something like that words.Then the footsteps gradually faded away. "Old Zhong has a high fever?" At that time, the scenes of him facing the golden corpse in the tomb flashed through my mind, as well as the three small holes on the back of his neck that did not draw moldy blood, and my heart twitched violently. tight. I found a hospital gown on the bed, and regardless of the vacuum below, I put it on my body indiscriminately, stepped on a pair of slippers, and followed out quietly.

I have been to this small building two or three times, and I am familiar with the way. According to the route I remembered when I followed Lao Zhong and the others to rescue Xiao Nie last time, I found the emergency room very smoothly. From a distance, in the corridor outside the emergency room, there were various people rushing past with anxious faces.The red emergency lights were on, but the door of the emergency room seemed to be open, and many uniformed and pedantic people kept coming in and out.When I was thinking about how to get past it, I found someone next to me staring at me with strange eyes. I looked up and saw that it was the little nurse who took me to get breast milk last time.It was so late, and she was still on duty.

I nodded at her and made a quiet gesture.Unexpectedly, she misunderstood what I meant and took me directly to the emergency room. As a result, I was stunned as soon as I entered the emergency room. I saw that Lao Zhong was commanding the people around him to keep busy, which didn’t match the information I just heard about him having a fever. Could it be that I heard it wrong?After searching, I didn't find any trace of Lao Miao. Could it be that Lao Miao fell ill, and the corpse poisoned? "Get out of the way!" A big hand pushed me away, and I saw Lao Miao pushing an ambulance over, completely ignoring my existence, and went straight to the sterile room covered by the curtain.It was only then that Lao Zhong realized that I had followed me in at some point, but he didn't care about me, he just pointed to the rest chair next to him and motioned for me to go aside and stay.

I sat aside in doubt, only to see a young man sitting next to me, also looking at me with a sleepy face.I smiled at him, he gave me the back of the head, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it, just after taking a puff, I was interrupted by my deliberately exaggerated coughing, he looked at me helplessly, and then he was a little displeased Shirdi wringed out the cigarette in his hand.I took a look, and it was a Prosperity Golden Classic, no wonder, this guy wasted, haha, I feel secretly refreshed. Zhengmei, I saw the door inside opened, and the old Zhong who was wearing a full-body sterile suit came out and waved to me. I jumped up, but who knew he pushed me away impatiently, and waved to the person behind me.Dare to love is called people!

Lao Zhong took him to disinfect, and I followed him cheekily. The doctor who issued the sterile suit was stunned when he saw me follow in. Lao Zhong looked at me and motioned for me to give me a set.We changed our clothes, passed through the disinfection room, and then entered the sterile room. On the operating table in the center, a naked man was firmly fixed on the bed by several cloth buttons, and a nurse next to him was holding a towel in his hand, and was constantly wiping the sweat from his body. It was red blood and sweat, and I saw that the cotton gauze in the hands of the little nurse was soon soaked with red liquid. She took the ball of blood-red cotton gauze and carefully placed it on a shiny stainless steel plate next to it. There were ten plates in a row next to it. , There is a ball of bloody cotton yarn in each plate.The old Chinese medicine expert who detoxified Xiao Nie last time stood aside with a dignified face, and the three returnees with golden glasses who used to chatter and look down on Chinese medicine stood beside him respectfully.Lao Miao was wearing two layers of thick rubber gloves, firmly holding the head that was constantly churning.Every time he opened his mouth, he could see something stuck in his throat like a ball of cotton thread.

"Xiao Song, come here." Old Zhong called the young man who came in with me.He hurried forward. "This is Professor Fan Qingquan, who majored in archeology at Henan University." Lao Zhong pointed to a middle-aged man next to him.It was only then that I realized that there was a middle-aged man with a clear face, a slender figure, and a sharp appearance standing beside him in an extremely inconspicuous place. "Professor Fan, this is Song Xudong from the No. 2 excavation team of our archaeological team." Old Zhong looked at the young man with an expression of admiration that he couldn't conceal. "Tell Professor Fan about what you found."

The young man looked exhausted, but when it came to work, the original exhaustion disappeared.It turned out that they were an archaeological team conducting rescue excavations at several stolen King Zheng's Mausoleums located in the southwest of Zheng Han's Old City East City in the south of Xinzheng City. Since there are fewer and fewer mountain patrolling generals, there are even fewer competent mountain patrolling generals. There are very few of them, so there is often a sigh of being stretched.That is to say, on the morning of the day when we went to the tomb, we received a report that a fresh robbery hole was also found in a burial site in the Mausoleum of King Zheng. Under the assignment of Lao Zhong, an emergency reserve team was immediately dispatched to quickly recall the burial at Hubei University. Song Xudong, a graduate student majoring in archeology, organized people to go to the mausoleum of King Zheng where the skylight was opened.

The cleaning work on the periphery went very smoothly, and judging from the freshness of the excavation, it seemed that the tomb robbers had just left, so they sent people to start walking down the robbery cave. The abandoned tomb robber was dying, his clothes were soaked in blood and sweat. Judging from the messy footprints around him, at least three other people also went down into the tomb together, but they finally abandoned this person in the tomb passage. After careful investigation, Song Xudong and the others found that the robbery hole only reached the outer layer of the tomb and then ended in a hurry, and it was still far away from the real tomb. Since the tomb robbers did not touch any substantial cultural relics, they reported to the leader to decide later. The tomb was still not excavated, so the cave was sealed off and the tomb robber was brought back for rescue.

"When we cut open his clothes, we found these two things. I have never seen them in any classics, and I don't know if they are cultural relics, so I kept them until Mr. Zhong came back to appraise them." At the end of the narration, Song Xudong held A transparent glass box came out, and there were two objects inside the box, one was a black bronze medal, and the other was a dark yellow copper tube.No matter how I look at it, I feel that these two things look familiar. Old Zhong also wore two layers of rubber gloves, and took out a bronze medal to look carefully under the shadowless lamp. He saw a tiger engraved on one side of the bronze medal, and a person was carried on the tiger's back. Turning over to the other side, I When he saw it, he exclaimed: "Isn't this the nameplate of the Longxi tomb badger Zhao's family?" On the back of the nameplate was engraved the word Zhao in intaglio.

My voice drew a lot of white eyes, including Lao Zhong's fierce stare.Before I had time to express my humility, I was immediately locked on by a sharp gaze.I saw that Professor Fan Qingquan looked at me thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about something. Old Zhong ignored me and continued to take out the yellow brass pipe. I saw it, ha, isn’t this just a beast whistle, but it’s not quite the same as the box of brass whistle we found at the bottom of the tomb. The whistle uses quite precise modern cutting techniques, but compared with the box of copper whistle that looks simple and fragrant, it seems that there is always something missing.Thinking of the copper whistle, I subconsciously touched those other things in my waist. I had forgotten that I was stripped naked, and those things had been removed long ago.Just as he touched it, the ear bone chain that never left his body slipped from his neck. Professor Fan Qingquan, who had been staring at me, said "ah" softly, pointed at me, and looked at Lao Zhong with a surprised face, full of inquiring eyes.Old Zhong seemed to understand something, smiled lightly, nodded, and said proudly: "Yes, he is the direct descendant of Lao Lou's family." ==================================================== =========================== This book is compiled and provided for download by the Horou Chinese Community: http://www.horou.com/! Original literature, online reading of popular novels and e-book downloading platform in EXE, CHM, TXT and other formats. 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The old Chinese doctor seemed to be a little helpless, just kept pacing back and forth to observe, showing no signs of doing anything, and the three returnees looked at the old Chinese doctor in admiration and thought with their gold-rimmed glasses. After a short time, another plate of blood cotton yarn was piled up in front of us, and after a while, a middle-aged female nurse with the head nurse's brand came in and said to Old Zhong with a embarrassed face: "Director Zhong, it's already a big one." There is a pile of cotton yarn, and we must sterilize some of the plates quickly, or we won’t be able to use them!" Lao Zhong nodded, waved his hand and said to Song Xudong, "Xiao Song, go and dispose of these cotton yarns according to the way we deal with puppet cloth!" Song Xudong responded, and brought something that looked like a motorcycle glove to pick up those stainless steel plates. He just picked up a plate from under the table when he suddenly let out a "huh". Following his sound, I also stretched my head to look curiously, only to see that the cotton yarns that were originally red and wet turned into a crystal color, and the white cotton threads were all the same as crystal silk threads.I hurriedly looked at the plates on the ground again, and found that some of the cotton yarns placed far away had begun to change color, while those placed close together were still mixed with blood red.According to this situation, it can be deduced that the cotton yarns that have been wiped for a long time have begun to change color, while the ones that have just been wiped are still blood red. Several old people were soon attracted by this phenomenon.Lao Zhong looked at the cotton yarn carefully, and then looked at Professor Fan with a puzzled expression.Professor Fan also had an incredible expression on his face.After a moment of silence, Old Zhong said, "Is it sweat pupae?" Professor Fan suddenly glanced at me for some reason, then took a pair of tweezers, and gently pushed aside the cotton yarn. It is a layer of glass mud that is easily pinched off by cutting tofu. "Sweat blood chrysalis? Is it something like blood head lice?" Hearing Lao Zhong talk about sweat blood chrysalis, I immediately remembered Lao Zhong's unfinished story and asked casually. Professor Fan stared at me strangely again. I don’t know why he looked at me frequently with a strange look in his eyes. eyes.It was Lao Zhong who noticed Professor Fan's strange expression: "Professor Fan, what do you think?" Professor Fan put down the tweezers, took the alcohol cotton gauze sent by Song Xudong, wiped his hands carefully, pondered for a moment, and did something that surprised everyone. He turned his head and asked me: "Little comrade, what should I do?" what to do?" I... I was so stupid at the time, how did I know what to do?Old Zhong obviously knew that the old professor had misunderstood my identity. He must have thought that I was a disciple of an aristocratic family who had inherited the skills handed down from the family, so he came to ask me what to do.From this point, we can infer two aspects: first, my family’s old lady is quite famous in the business of robbing tombs and guarding tombs, so that I, a young boy who has earned the family’s reputation, has also been valued by experts.Second, my grandpa must have solved a similar dilemma, otherwise they would not have pinned their hopes on me. Lao Zhong smiled helplessly. Just as he was about to explain, before he answered, I rashly said: "Hold the snake, hehe, holding the gall of the snake can cure all poisons!" I didn't look at it at all. Old Zhong, who turned livid in an instant, smiled and said to him, "Isn't that right, Old Zhong?" "What?" Professor Fan was amazed for a while, "You captured the snake?" It was only then that I noticed that Lao Zhong's expression was not good, and I knew something was wrong. Maybe I said something wrong just now, so I hurried to remedy it: "Actually, it can't be regarded as a capture, it is a dead snake." After saying this, I realized that I made a mistake again, because I saw that Lao Zhong's face seemed to be about to fall to the ground. Professor Fan turned to look at Old Zhong: "Do you really have a snake? Yellow-horned snake or bright-horned snake?" Old Zhong seemed a little coy: "It's a bright-horned snake, but it's confirmed that it can't detoxify this person." At this time, the old Chinese doctor who had been silent for a long time also spoke up: "Yes, although holding a snake in the mouth is very effective in detoxifying, it's not good for you. This person is useless, because he is not poisoned at all, but parasitized." "What? Parasitized?" Two voices came out at the same time, and I just realized that the graduate student besides me was the one who answered. "Yes, it was parasitized by an unknown object, so this person secretes blood and sweat all over his body. It would be the best if this thing can be forced out." The old Chinese doctor said helplessly. "Give me the title snake, I have a way to force it out!" Professor Fan's determined expression made people have to believe it.And Lao Zhong had a bitter look on his face, which made my monk Zhang Er confused. I later found out that these two are college classmates, Lao Zhong is good at practice, and Professor Fan is specialized in academics. When excavating a large tomb in Luoyang, they argued endlessly about the things recorded in an ancient silk unearthed from the tomb. Among them was the title snake. Professor Fan tried his best to prove the existence of the title snake at that time, and repeatedly stated that he had seen this thing before, while Lao Zhong insisted that seeing is believing, and the records in ancient books should not be taken seriously. In fact, a lot of old Zhong's knowledge about snake biting came from Professor Fan. I really didn't expect that two such big experts would be angry and awkward like children, but it can also be seen from one side how rigorous the academic attitude of these older generations of scholars is. After Lao Zhong explained to Professor Fan that I was not a true descendant, Professor Fan showed a disappointed expression, but when Lao Zhong lay beside Professor Fan's head and whispered a few words softly, I saw Professor Fan look at it in surprise. I glance. Fortunately, the blood-sweat man yelled again without losing the opportunity, and I escaped a cross-examination.Professor Fan quickly ordered Lao Zhong to bring the snake.Soon the snake was sent to the emergency room. Professor Fan stomped his feet angrily when he saw the snake in the box: "All the good things are ruined by you!" Professor Fan asked the nurse to prepare a large amount of distilled water, dissolved all the congealed snake plasma in the box, and poured it down on the restless tomb robber, then cut off a small piece of the snake's horn, It ignited, and a puff of blue smoke rose. "Fumigation method?" Old Zhong asked.Professor Fan nodded.Immediately afterwards, Lao Zhong signaled all irrelevant personnel to leave. I thought I was not an irrelevant personnel, so I had the cheek to stay in the emergency room. Song Xudong glanced at me, smiled strangely, and retreated consciously. It was only when the heaters in the emergency room were turned on that I realized what that weird smile meant, because the temperature of the entire inner room reached the standard of a sauna within ten minutes.There were only four doctors, me, Lao Zhong, Lao Miao, Professor Fan and the unlucky tomb robber in the entire emergency room. After the blood-sweating man took the snake-biting plasma, he began to calm down slowly, and the blood and sweat all over his body began to gradually decrease. After about five minutes, the blood and sweat all over his body disappeared completely.But as the indoor temperature continued to rise, his whole body began to turn red after the sauna, but it was definitely not because of the temperature, because I only felt hot now, but it hadn't reached the standard of sweating. As the skin around the sweat-blooded man continued to turn red, the skin began to become thinner and almost transparent. Under his skin, there seemed to be some thread-like worms wriggling back and forth, as if they were gnats floating under the water. Scurrying around like a fish. Old Zhong grabbed me, and I looked back at him, only to see him staring at the struggling tomb robber with a pale face, as if his body was trembling slightly. "Old Zhong, come and do me a favor!" Professor Fan handed the burning snake horn to Lao Zhong again, "Put it under his nose and let him inhale the smoke." Old Zhong grabbed my arm with one hand, and seemed to be struggling to grasp the tweezers holding the horn of the snake with the other hand, and tremblingly sent it to the sweaty man's nose.I just wanted to ask him if there was any discomfort, but I was attracted by Professor Fan's movements. He picked up a purple water cotton swab and quickly made four marks on the sweaty man's armpits and inner thighs, and then ordered the doctor beside him to cut the superficial skin.The doctor didn't hesitate at all, and swiftly cut four long slits along the mark.Unexpectedly, no blood flowed out, only some pale yellow liquid flowed out. At this time, the sweaty man had already inhaled enough snake horn smoke, as if he had been sucked in poisonous gas, he jumped up suddenly, opened his mouth, and let out a long sound of "heh—" from his throat . From inside the four long openings, groups of small white nematodes rolled up together like yarn balls gushed out like a bank burst, struggling outward along the wound surface. Old Zhong jerked his hand back, shook his trembling tweezers, and a thick puff of snake horn smoke hit our faces, making my eyes black for a while, and I almost didn't shed tears.As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt dizzy for a while. I barely stabilized my state, and felt that the hand holding my arm seemed to be loose. I turned my head and saw a big bump on the back of Lao Zhong's head. He stared blankly at his right hand, as if the tweezers in his hand were a Shura blade, and then he turned over beautifully and fainted solidly.I opened my mouth and was about to shout, but suddenly felt that all my strength was exhausted, and I didn't say a word. I looked up and saw the shadowless lamp on the ceiling spinning for a while, and then I didn't know anything.