Zhao Xianwu was sent to the clinic in the city by the people of Zhao Family Village.
The doctor in the clinic saw the person being carried in and saw that there was not much blood on the wound.
He thought that his injuries were not serious.
In order to observe his injuries, he washed his hands and unwrapped the cloth strips layer by layer.
When the cloth was untied and he saw the hideous wound, he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.
"Nonsense!"
"How did you get this wound? Why did you sew it up with a needle and thread? You bunch of countryside people, are you secretly doing a private lynching?”
After he finished speaking, the people from Zhao Family Village who followed the ox cart out looked at each other.
Could it be that Zhao Jing's move had really worsened Zhao Xianwu's injuries?
As the clan leader, Zhao Youzheng wanted to explain.
But soon, the doctor began to speak again.
"Hiss ~"
"That's not right."
He approached the wound and frowned. The more he looked at it, the more incredulous he felt.
"The wound is so deep. How did the bleeding stop just like that?”
"If the bleeding isn't stopped in time, I'm afraid this person is already dead."
After reaching out and taking the patient's pulse, the old doctor looked at the group of farmers in front of him and could not help but be even more surprised.
"Where are you from? Tell me in detail how this injury was formed.”
" We are from Zhao Family Village," Zhao Youzheng said." This wound was caused by a wild boar's tusk."”
"This wound is a method that a young man in our village read from a medical book. I wonder if it can be used?”
The old doctor only realized that he had wrongly accused them after hearing him out.
He carefully observed the wound again.
Although it looked very ferocious, it did stop the bleeding.
The old doctor stroked his beard and said,""A method that the younger generation of your village came up with?”
Zhao Youzheng nodded.
The old physician pondered for a moment before saying,""Although this method is very crude, since the bleeding has stopped, there is still hope for the person to be saved.”
"Your medicinal powder is too poor. I'll prescribe a few doses of medicine for you and some new medicine to stop the bleeding.”
"If he has a fever tonight, we must lower his temperature.”
"As long as we survive tonight, we'll probably be fine.”
The old doctor's words made Zhao Xianwu's wife cry tears of joy.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, they felt very excited.
As expected, as a scholar, Zhao Jing knew more than them!
Everyone silently thought that if there were any difficulties, they could really ask Zhao Jing for his opinion.
Zhao Youzheng seemed to have seen through everyone's thoughts. He said lightly,"Jing 'er is the hope of our Zhao Family Village.”
"We can't disturb him with some trivial things.”
Everyone laughed.
The old doctor quickly handed the prescription to the medicine boy to get the medicine. Then, he walked over with a small porcelain bottle in his hand.
He poured out some yellow and white medicinal powder from the small porcelain bottle and sprinkled it evenly on the wound. Then, he took a clean cloth and tied it up again.
Zhao Xianwu's wife quickly took the powder from him.
This time, there was only a small amount of blood seeping out of the cloth. When the old doctor saw this, he could not help but exclaim in surprise again.
"Is the young man in your village a scholar?”
"That's right," said Zhao Youzheng with a smile.”
"That child has been smart since he was young. When he heard that someone in the village was injured today, he, a scholar, personally entered the ward.”
"After he treated his wound, we brought him out.”
"Fortunately, nothing happened on the way.”
The old doctor nodded and said,"That's right. If he didn't do this, I'm afraid that this person would be beyond saving."”
The old physician's words made everyone in Zhao Family Village suck in a breath of cold air.
Zhao Xianwu's wife, Ah Hui, wiped her tears and said,""It's all thanks to Little Jing."
"He saved our entire family."
Zhao Xianwu's parents only had one son and one daughter who was married off.
Their child was not even one year old. If this pillar of support left, then the family would be scattered.
The medicine boy brought the medicine over. There was a total of 10 days 'worth of medicinal herbs. He packed them up and handed them to them.
"Alright, don't worry too early."”
"We have to pay more attention tonight. If his expression is too ugly, boil another dose of medicine and drink it.”
Zhao Youzheng thanked him profusely and paid the consultation fee.
Ten days of medicinal herbs, powder, and consultation fees had cost him about three taels of silver.
But no matter what, it was good that he was alive.
Zhao Xianwu's wife knelt on the ground and thanked him profusely.
The clan leader helped her up and said,"If you really want to thank someone, you should thank Jing 'er.”
"When your man recovers, your family can come and thank him.”
"Yes," Ah Hui said.
"Our family will try our best to gather the money and return it to everyone.”
Zhao Youzheng nodded.
Everyone carried the man back to the ox cart and returned to the village.
The old doctor watched them walk out and couldn't help but let out a 'tsk' sound.
"A scholar actually knows these Qi Huang techniques. This old man has been practicing medicine for decades, but I've never heard of such a treatment method.”
......
At night, Zhao Jing had just finished washing up and was about to go to bed when he heard someone knocking on the door.
He knew what was going on. He told Lin An to go to bed while he put on his clothes and went out to open the door.
A middle-aged man from the village stood outside the door. He was a close relative of Zhao Xianwu.
He looked at Zhao Jing and said gratefully,"Xiao Jing, the old doctor said that it was fortunate that the bleeding stopped in time.”
"As long as we get through tonight, it will be fine.”
When Zhao Jing heard this, his heart, which had been on his mind for the whole day, fell back to its original place.
"Since that's the case, then don't slack off tonight."”
"We must take turns to take care of them. We can't let them be confused by the fever.”
"By the way, when you help the patient, remember to clean your hands and dry them.”
"It is best to change into clean clothes after entering and leaving. Everything in the house has been washed with strong wine.”
When the man heard this, he quickly noted it down and said,"I'll go back and tell them now."
"It's late at night, so I won't disturb you.”
Zhao Jing said a few more words before saying goodbye to him. He locked the door and returned to his room.
There was still an oil lamp in the room.
Lin Anan lay on the bed in a daze.
She had been doing farm work for the whole day. Although she was used to it, she was still very tired.
When Zhao Jing went out to talk, her eyelids kept closing uncontrollably.
When Zhao Jing returned to his room, he happened to see the little girl nodding her head like a chick pecking at rice.
Then, she woke up in a daze.
"Husband, you're back."
Zhao Jing closed the door, blew out the oil lamp, and went to bed in the dark.
"You can't even open your eyes. Why don't you sleep first?”
The little girl's voice was exceptionally soft because she was too sleepy.
She subconsciously muttered,"My husband seems to be a little uneasy today."
"I want to say 'sweet dreams' to my husband."
After saying that, she approached Zhao Jing and subconsciously hugged his arm. She mumbled a few words that could not be heard clearly, and soon her breathing stabilized.
Zhao Jing felt as if his heart had been bitten by an ant, and he felt a little itchy.
Zhao Jing replied softly when he heard the soft breathing beside him.
"Sweet dreams!"
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