Hu Yuan washed his hands solemnly, and then said to Master Zhong, "It's a pity that the medical saint Ma Fei San has been lost for a long time. Ma Fei San is so meant to take Ma Fei San with wine first, and he will not be able to feel drunk. Otherwise, Wang Jun would still suffer less."

After saying that, Hu Yuan started to defam it. He picked up the sharp short knife very carefully, and these knives were cooked in boiling water.

Every time Hu Yuan talks about hygiene with Wang Chongyang, he will respond to the nursing notes given to him by Zhao Huan one by one, supplement the content of the nursing notes, and improve the nursing theory.

Clean, neat, non-toxic.

But this is non-toxic, he often can't figure out what caused the appearance of poisonous sores!

All he had to do was wash away the toxins. Although he didn't know what the toxin was, he still learned how to clean the wounds from nursing notes.

brine.

When he was cleaning up the sores, he tried hard to cut off the rotten and dead meat, but Wang Bing was still in a coma, constantly struggling and wailing.

If Hu Yuan hadn't cleaned the wound solemnly, Master Zhong would have thought Hu Yuan wanted to kill Wang Bing.

When the dead meat was completely cleaned up, he took out the layers of porcelain bottles, carefully opened the plug, and slowly cleaned the wound.

The distilled water was easy to collect. He boiled a pot of water and collected a bottle of distilled water.

However, this fine salt is not so easy to make. This fine salt is not the salt that is eaten daily. There are too many miscellaneous items in it. The production of this fine salt is a secret of the old Hu family.

Pour the salt into water to dissolve it, filter it with rice paper, and then add oxalic acid to allow the salt to precipitate, so that it can obtain a little bit of refined salt.

This bag of salt water is the secret of their old Hu family. When he treated Emperor Taizong's arrow wounds, he used this porcelain bottle.

This is a Bian porcelain that has slaughtered a dragon.

Whenever a wound was cleaned, Hu Yuan wrapped the wound with steamed cloth.

This is an extremely meticulous job, he operates carefully every step, fearing that something will happen.

Fifteen wounds were covered with all over the body, which was a big job. In this Taoyue, Hu Yuan’s forehead was covered with dense sweat stains.

In the future, you must be suitable for someone to wipe your sweat specifically. Hu Yuan suddenly realized that he needed to wipe your sweat alone.

It’s not that he feels so noble that he is, but that the sweat dripping makes the wound easily purulent again.

But when he was distracted, Wang Bing's screams became heart-wrenching. This iron-clad man had never roared so violently when facing the battle formation.

I don’t know what magic trick Hu Yuan used to make an iron man like Wang Bing so miserable.

Hu Yuan realized that he was distracted, which made the action of cleaning the wound become a little rude, which led to such a miserable scream.

This debunking is very meticulous and requires enough patience and carefulness.

"This debunking thing is more suitable for women."

However, medical skills are prescription skills. Where can there be any famous ladies in the family learn this? Hu Yuan shook his head repeatedly, and he was whimsical.

"The golden dog killed by heaven! Let Yeye rest for a while! I will definitely take your dog's heads to offer wine! Ah! It hurts so much!" Wang Bing suddenly sat upright, roaring loudly, glaring, blood in his eyes filled with whites, like a wild beast.

"Wang Jun is awake! Wang Jun is awake! Doctor Hu is really Doctor Hu!" Mr. Zhong said extremely excitedly.

He thought Wang Bing would never wake up again.

Only Hu Yuan nodded guiltily. He was distracted just now and the force on his hands became heavier, which led to Wang Bing's reaction.

However, Hu Yuan, who has been practicing medicine for many years, knows that as long as people can wake up, it will be easier to deal with in the future.

Hu Yuan continued to do what he had done, took out the needle and thread, and began to suture the wound.

The sound of Wang Bing crying and howling again echoed in the small house. This was instinct, and no one could look down on Wang Bing.

Because he has proved his courage with his courage.

But Hu Yuan's serious appearance of cutting his flesh made everyone present frightened! And the thin needle passing through the flesh and blood was really scary.

It is extremely normal to kill enemies in battle formations. When a big blade hits anyone, it will bleed, be injured, and die.

But this terrifying feeling of cutting flesh with a slow knife makes people shudder.

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Hu Yuan, like a ghost messenger from the underworld. There is a layer of the legendary eighteen levels of hell that specializes in skin-breaking. It seems that Hu Yuan is this ghost soldier.

The official family is the King of Hell in the Underworld, and Hu Yuan is the close attendant of the Emperor, so he is naturally a member of the Underworld.

"The task is done. Huh. Put Wang Jun on the clean bedding." Hu Yuan sighed, putting down the needle and thread in his hand.

He then wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and said in great surprise, "Why are you watching me like this?"

The reason why he asked this question was entirely because everyone's eyes were filled with fear, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Oh, I know." The soldiers of the Fourth and Five Army carried Wang Bing to another bed.

At this point, it was not finished. Hu Yuan still had to guard Wang Bing and observe Wang Bing's physical condition at any time. On the one hand, improving medical skills, Wang Bing also needed his care.

Zhong Shizhong asked tentatively, "How is Wang Jun like this?"

"You all go out, just have me here. One day, this day is the most critical time for Wang Jun. If you survive, you will survive. If you can't survive, I will have no good idea. I really try my best."

Hu Yuan waved his hand impatiently and asked everyone to leave.

As for the question of Wang Jun, although Hu Yuan was extremely reluctant, he sighed and said, "Only by letting the will of heaven."

Mr. Zhong felt sad that such a brave general was rare in ancient and modern times. If he passed away, he would have many regrets.

When the moon was on the willows, Hu Yuan held his head and looked at Wang Bing in a daze.

He was thinking about a question: Why are people so fragile? Anyone who is injured may die.

No matter how careful the care is, the final result will be left to God to decide life and death.

How many people or medical skills have participated in it?

Can people only leave their fate? Is life and death determined by heaven?

Why?

It seems to be a wonderful seed, constantly taking root and sprouting in Hu Yuan's heart, as if there are some thoughts that will grow out of his heart.

But he didn't know what that was.

"Can you give me a drink of water?" A weak voice rang in the small room.

Hu Yuan added light oil to the oil lamp, looked at Wang Bing carefully, and then he confirmed that it was Wang Bing who was talking.

woke up.

hey-hey.

Hu Yuan had a shy smile on his face. He was a little at a loss and a little confused. He seemed to have saved another person, and he was also a general who had just defended the country and country of Song Dynasty.

He nodded at a loss and said, "Hey, hey, I'll give you some water. Just wake up, just wake up, hey."

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Chapter completed!