kvmb Chapter 714 More practice is all it takes
Chapter 714 More practice is all it takes
Lu Yangyang glanced at the crowd; some were genuinely there for a medical consultation, while the other half were just there to join in the fun.
The group was making a ruckus, with no manners whatsoever, and some were even whistling at Lu Yangyang.
Huang Sumu was so angry that his face turned red. He tried to stop them, but no one listened to him. Instead, they made even louder noise.
Lu Yangyang called him back, walked to the chair that had been prepared and sat down. She asked Huang Sumu to put down the medicine box and took out a package of sterilized needles and thread from the box.
A bandit noticed the needle and thread on her table and laughed loudly, "Oh, little miracle doctor, here to do needlework?"
Someone chimed in, "Little miracle doctor, my underwear is torn, could you mend it for me?"
"You guys are simply—" Huang Sumu couldn't help but speak up again to stop her, but Lu Yangyang raised her hand to stop him and got up to walk over to the bandit who had been joking with her.
The bandits, relying on their size and strength, completely disregarded Lu Yangyang. Instead, as she approached, they walked over with a look of ecstasy and took a deep breath, exclaiming, "So fragrant!"
Lu Yangyang curled her lips, raised the knife in her hand, and slashed his neck. Blood spurted from the bandit's neck. Lu Yangyang raised her hand to cover her eyes, and blood splattered on half of his face.
The bandit stared wide-eyed in disbelief, instinctively reaching out to cover his neck, but blood gushed out in spurts. He staggered a couple of times, then collapsed heavily to the ground, lifeless.
Lu Yangyang took out a handkerchief to wipe her face, muttering impatiently, "So annoying, I've gotten my clothes dirty again."
There was a deathly silence.
No one could have imagined that this beautiful and clever little doctor would kill someone on their caravan's territory without a word.
A single, fatal blow, as casually as slaughtering a chicken or a sheep.
These bandits lived a life of fighting and killing, spending their days burning, killing, and looting, and never treating people as human beings.
In their eyes, those they robbed were not people at all, but merely goods.
After so many robberies, I've long since lost the allure of it.
Even if their brothers are injured or killed, whether in battle or by betraying their brothers and being executed, there is always a reason. They make their living this way, and these things are unavoidable.
But today, on their own turf, when they had the upper hand, they were killed without a second thought, simply because of a joke.
The impact was far more intense than any of the countless life-or-death situations they had faced before.
They've always treated human lives like commodities, burning, killing, and looting at will. A mere glance from them and you're considered a piece of trash, deserving to die. This is the first time it seems they themselves are just commodities.
Lu Yangyang didn't even argue with them, didn't get angry, and didn't do anything else. Instead, she directly killed the person who was harassing her.
Afterwards, he didn't care what would happen; he was just annoyed that his clothes were dirty.
They were so familiar with this attitude that when someone treated them in the same way, almost everyone present subconsciously felt a sense of unease.
Even a little creepy.
Although this feeling was only fleeting.
Soon, the bandits reacted and drew their swords to surround Lu Yangyang and Huang Sumu.
"How dare you! You dare to kill someone on our caravan's territory? Believe me or not, I'll kill you right now!" the bandit shouted.
Before she could finish speaking, Lu Yangyang burst out laughing.
"So what? You want to kill me? Your gang leader's husband's life is still in my hands, so do it!"
Lu Yangyang lazily played with the knife in her hand, looking completely innocent.
The bandits who had pointed their knives at her changed their expressions.
These days, they have gone to great lengths to save that pretty boy, trying to find a doctor everywhere. They even helped him fend off assassins while saving him, resulting in the deaths and injuries of more than a dozen brothers.
They'd love for that pretty boy to die, but would they dare?
If anything were to happen to that pretty boy, even if this little girl had killed one of their brothers, or even if she had killed them all, it probably wouldn't be enough to make him pay for his death.
The bandit's face turned pale, and he slowly lowered the hand that was holding the knife.
Lu Yangyang walked back to her chair and sat down, looking calmly at the bandits. "Anyone else who likes to joke with me, feel free to come at me. I'm a doctor, and I'm here on your gang leader's orders to treat your injuries. If you don't want to cooperate, then so be it."
Those usually fierce bandits were completely silenced by Lu Yangyang's arrogant attitude. Those who were uninjured quietly stepped aside, while those who truly needed medical treatment hesitated for a moment before obediently forming a long queue.
The first person to sit down had injured their leg. After Lu Yangyang checked the bone and found no problems, she had Huang Sumu watch her treat the wound on her leg. Then she picked up a needle and thread and slowly stitched it up so that Huang Sumu could see it clearly.
Huang Sumu was still somewhat dazed, but he quickly became engrossed in watching Lu Yangyang show him the stitches. He only came back to his senses when Lu Yangyang cut off the thread with small scissors.
When the next person came, Lu Yangyang let him do it himself, only instructing him, "Aesthetics aren't important, just keep your hands steady."
To Lu Yangyang's surprise, although Huang Sumu was not skilled, his hands were indeed very steady. Even the stitches were not messed up, only the lines were slightly stiff.
After the stitches were finished, cold sweat beaded on Huang Sumu's brow.
Lu Yangyang handed him a handkerchief, saying, "Very good."
Huang Sumu was a little embarrassed: "I know some needlework, but this is the first time I've ever sewed on a person, so it feels a bit strange and I'm not used to it."
Huang Sumu went to the clinic as an apprentice at a young age and rarely went home. He usually fixed his own clothes when they were torn, but he didn't have many needs and wasn't particularly skilled. However, he knew a little about acupuncture, so his hands didn't tremble. It was just that the feel of skin and clothes was different, so he was inevitably nervous.
Lu Yangyang nodded: "Just practice more."
Huang Sumu immediately breathed a sigh of relief and responded with bright eyes, "Mm!"
While the others hesitated about whether to step forward, Lu Yangyang went to wash the knife in the basin and said to Huang Sumu, who seemed to be deep in thought, "The knife in a doctor's hand is for saving people; protecting oneself is also a way of saving people."
Huang Sumu paused for a moment, his heart pounding violently in his chest. Protecting himself was also saving others.
His world, which had been shrouded in gloom by a sudden misfortune, was suddenly illuminated completely in an instant.
He had heard since childhood that doctors should take it upon themselves to heal the sick and save lives, and never do evil to others. When he was injured and saw his family in danger, he could never reconcile with himself. He even wondered if he could have avoided this disaster if he were not a doctor.
It wasn't until this moment that he fully realized that the knife his master had handed him could save lives, or it could kill.
Something burst forth from the depths of his heart.
On the second floor not far away, Tu Jiuying watched everything that was happening with great interest, her face showing no anger, only joy.
"This girl is so adorable, so to my liking, I'm finding it harder and harder to let her go!"