Great Qin: Inviting Father-in-law to Rebellion at the Beginning, but Father-in-law Turns Out to be Ancestral Dragon
37 Alcohol injury!

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After a brief moment of shock, Meng Tian was the first to rush forward, followed closely by Li Si.

Meng Tian held Meng Yi's shoulder and said,"Quick, let me see!"”

Meng Yi endured the pain and held his right hand with a bitter smile."Brother, it's fine. It's just a cut.”

Meng Tian lowered her head and saw a three-inch-long wound on Meng Yi's right wrist, extending from the wrist to the elbow. The deepest part of the wound had already cut through the flesh, revealing the white bone!

How was this a small cut? If it was not handled properly, Meng Yi might not be able to hold a knife for the rest of his life!

Li Si's expression darkened.”

Li Si's words startled everyone.

Wang Jian, who had injured Meng Yi, trembled all over. He hurriedly ran to Meng Yi's side and said with a trembling voice,"What's wrong, Ji Qing?"

Before he could finish speaking, when Wang Jian saw the wound, his expression instantly froze, and then he said regretfully,"This old man has let you down!"

Meng Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly." Elder Wang, it's not your fault. Swords have no eyes. It was my carelessness that led to this disaster."”

Wang Jian sighed deeply. He looked at the longsword in front of him. He could not understand why this metal object was so tough and sharp.

"Hiss!"

At this moment, it seemed to twitch. Meng Yi's face turned even paler. He could even feel the strength in his wrist slowly disappearing.

His heart tightened and he said with a trembling voice,""Brother, I can't be a martial artist anymore, right?”

"No!" Meng Tian's voice trembled.”

At this moment, Brother Zheng and Song Yuan also surrounded them.

"How's the situation?" Brother Zheng asked calmly.”

Before anyone could answer, Brother Zheng looked at the wound with a solemn expression. He turned around and asked,"Song Yuan, can you treat this injury?”

At that moment, everyone finally realized that although Song Yuan had made many inventions and creations, he was still a genius.

But she knew him because he was! A hermit expert with superb medical skills.

Everyone looked at Song Yuan.

Meng Tian was even more excited. She pleaded,""Mister Song, please cure Ji Qing. I will be eternally grateful!”

When Song Yuan heard this, he smiled faintly." It's just a superficial wound. It's not a big deal. It can be treated in a few moves. You don't have to be excited."”

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

Since Song Yuan could even cure the Emperor's immortal pill poisoning, there was definitely no problem with this knife wound.

However, he was also a little shocked in his heart. Meng Yi's wound was long and deep. If it wasn't treated properly, his right hand would be crippled, and if it was serious, he would die of fever.

However, in Song Yuan's words, it was a 'superficial wound' that could be cured in a few hits.

Brother Zheng felt that Song Yuan was being a little arrogant. He said,"Song Yuan, Ji Qing is a talent that I value very much. Don't be careless!”

Song Yuan could not help but laugh." Father-in-law, don't worry. It's just a knife wound. I'll take care of it in less than five minutes!"”

"Mr. Song, is it really that fast?”

Meng Yi looked at Song Yuan expectantly. Song Yuan's calmness made him feel much more at ease.

Song Yuan nodded lightly." Don't move again. I'll be right back."”

After saying that, Song Yuan left. Brother Zheng and the others were a little confused, but they could only trust Song Yuan and stay there without moving.

Song Yuan walked straight to the drill ground. He was going to get the medical equipment.

Compared to Ji Qing's wound, the Song Army's injuries during training could be even more serious.

After all, the Song Army was born as villagers. They had no rules when practicing martial arts, and their swords had no eyes. They often hurt each other by accident.

During this period of time, Song Yuan had treated many such wounds.

Although these wounds were trivial, in ancient times, these wounds were often fatal.

There was no way to disinfect the wound in ancient times. As long as the wound was a little bigger, it would be easy to get infected.

In ancient times, there was no treatment for inflammation, fever, and other symptoms after infection. They could only be treated by physical cooling.

In ancient times, the mortality rate of fever was as high as 90%.

This was also why his father-in-law and his retainer were so excited.

However, these things were really trivial in modern medicine.

As he spoke, Song Yuan had already taken the medical kit and returned to the outer edge of the drill ground.

Brother Zheng and the others heaved a sigh of relief when they saw Song Yuan return and the cloth bag in his hand. It seemed that Song Yuan was not unprepared.

"I haven't seen you practice medicine for a long time. It's been three years, hasn't it?"”

"Then I'll let father-in-law have an eye-opener later!" Song Yuan smiled faintly.”

Brother Zheng's eyes narrowed and he became serious.

Song Yuan's relaxed manner also made the others less nervous.

Meng Yi felt that he was saved. He smiled and said,"Mr. Song, thank you!"

"Don't thank me yet. Just don't curse me later." Song Yuan nodded.”

"Eh?"

"Why?"

Meng Yi asked curiously.

Song Yuan didn't answer. He took out the medical alcohol that was made when he made the wine from the bag and raised Meng Yi's hand."Remember to grit your teeth!"

Meng Yi was stunned and subconsciously gritted his teeth.

Shua!

Song Yuan did not hesitate either. He poured the alcohol in the bottle onto Meng Yi's hand.

He didn't have a cotton swab now, so he could only be a little rough with such a big wound.

This also caused all of Meng Yi's wounds to be completely drenched.

"Ah!"

"It hurts!"

"Mr. Song! What are you doing?"

Meng Yi immediately cried out in pain.

Everyone's heart tightened. Meng Tian wanted to stop Song Yuan but was stopped by Brother Zheng.

After pouring the alcohol, Meng Yi's face turned even paler, as if his injury had worsened.

The alcohol evaporated, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

"Song Yuan, why did you pour white wine on his wound?" Brother Zheng frowned when he saw this. What kind of healing is this?"

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