Chapter 267: Chapter 112 Snowy Night Lantern Flowers_1

With this thought, Lu Tong couldn’t help but retort, "Act in accordance with righteousness, and you don’t need divination to be auspicious, act against righteousness, and even divination will bode ill. People should decide for themselves, without needing divination."

Those who do good deeds don’t need to divine signs to be fortunate, people like him who do nothing but evil, even if a hundred lamp wicks popped in divination, couldn’t avoid being struck by lightning while walking the road.

The sarcasm in these words should have been understood, and the man in black looked at Lu Tong somewhat unexpectedly, "You’ve read books?"

Lu Tong did not speak.

He sized Lu Tong up, "Having read books, why then do you still play the thief?"

Lu Tong: "..."

She couldn’t bear it any longer, "I am not a thief!"

She disliked it very much when the man repeatedly called her "Little Thief," his contemptuous attitude and mocking tone, which all revealed the pride deeply embedded in his heart.

It was that kind of pride, even when down to a situation like this where he needed someone else’s help to escape, he didn’t forget to display his condescending arrogance.

"Stealing from the dead, if not a thief then what are you?"

Lu Tong took a deep breath, "I am a Doctor, taking those things to make medicine."

She didn’t understand why she bothered explaining to this person, but perhaps it was the man’s contemptuous tone that made her unable to resist retorting.

The other party seemed to be slightly interested as he looked at her, "A Doctor?"

His voice carried a hint of laughter, as if skeptical, "Using the dead for medicine, what kind of Doctor are you, not a murderer perhaps, a Doctor Murderer?"

Lu Tong: "..."

She decided to stay silent.

Arguing with a stranger about such things was pointless. At least for now, he didn’t seem keen on taking her life, so when the snow stops tomorrow morning, and they go their separate ways with no further connection, all would be well.

The wind and snow passed through the broken temple door, and snowflakes drifted in from the broken windows, amidst the wailing of the wind, the oil lamp burned quietly.

In these quiet shadows, the man in black suddenly spoke up, "Little Thief."

Lu Tong looked at him warily.

He eyed the fire burning at his feet and asked, "You say you’re a Doctor, do you know how to stitch wounds?"

"I don’t."

Lu Tong replied promptly. Better to say less than more, better not to speak at all.

"Is that so? But when you were taking out hearts and livers earlier, there seemed to be Golden Needle in the box," he lifted his chin, signaling towards Lu Tong’s medical case.

Lu Tong instinctively clutched the medical case in her arms, then she realized.

He had already seen the needle, yet called her a thief?

This man was doing it on purpose!

Lu Tong held back her anger, "I rarely encounter patients, so I haven’t had the chance to stitch wounds." She paused, then deliberately added, "That’s why I practice on corpses."

The temple was silent.

After a while, the man in black laughed, he said, "I see."

He beckoned Lu Tong with a finger, "Here’s one ready-made, a token of apology, a living person is always more useful than a dead one."

Before Lu Tong could understand the meaning of his words, the man in black pressed a hand on his right shoulder and abruptly tore his clothes open, revealing a bloody wound.

Instantly, a strong scent of blood rushed to her nose.

Lu Tong’s pupils constricted.

The man was severely wounded, from the shoulder to the back, as if there were both arrow and knife wounds, the flesh so grotesque it was unrecognizable. Although Lu Tong had guessed he was wounded, she hadn’t expected the injuries to be so severe.

It really was because he seemed no different from an ordinary person in demeanor, not showing a hint of weakness.

"Stitch it," he said, tilting his head, signaling for Lu Tong to move closer.

The arrow wound was so muddled it was a mess, and Lu Tong felt a slight tremor in her heart. Although she had looked through the medical books in Lady Yun’s room at Luomei Peak, she had never actually treated anyone, and subconsciously began to rise to avoid it, "I can’t, I don’t know how..."

A hand clutched her wrist.

The man in black sat there, grabbing her wrist to pull her back, his tone calm, "Don’t worry, you won’t die from it."

Lu Tong: "..."

Under someone else’s roof, one must bow their head, this man had suffered such a heavy injury, yet could still walk and jump, showing neither joy nor anger, even brandishing a knife to scare people—a tough character indeed. It seemed she didn’t have the right to refuse.

Lu Tong suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart and looked at him, "... Shall I try?"

He released her hand, smiling, "That’s more like it, a Healer’s heart, as they say."

Lu Tong sat down again in front of the fire, opening the medical case before her.

There were two jars inside the medical case, one terra cotta jar was full of hearts and livers, Lu Tong took out the other, an iron jar, and removed the stopper from it.

The man in black’s gaze shifted, asking, "What’s that?"

"Wax Snow," answered Lu Tong.

Three jiazi days after the winter solstice is wax, and snow before wax is good for the growth of vegetables and wheat, and can also kill locust eggs. Encasing Wax Snow in a jar could possibly cure various poisons.

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