Chapter 10: Healing Injuries

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  Li Anran and Zhao Qingshan came out of the hall, only to see Zhao Da asking Er Gouzi questions with a very serious expression on his face. Originally in the front yard, Zhao Er had gone somewhere unknown.

  "What's going on, Zhao Da?" asked Zhao Qing-shan, the clan elder.

  "Clan elder, second treasure he went up the mountain and encountered a wild boar, was stabbed in the thigh, I'm afraid..." Zhao Da rubbed his own son's head and shook his head.

  "Alas... why was I so careless? Have you gone to see a doctor?"

  As a clan elder, Zhao Qing-shan was not a hunter, but he also knew the ferocity of wild boars. Moreover, the Zhao brothers were originally hunters, so they naturally understood the weight of the matter.

  Even Zhao Da said so, it can be seen that the situation is quite bad.

  "I'm afraid I won't make it in time if I go..." Zhao Da said with a bitter smile.

  "Alas... let's go and take a look." Knowing that this injury, even if the doctor arrives in time, may not be able to save him, Zhao Qing Shan paused with his bamboo stick and sighed.

  "Zong Lao, I'm somewhat familiar with the art of Qi Huang. Why don't we go take a look together?" Li Anran suddenly stepped forward and said after understanding what was going on.

  "This is great! Hurry up, hurry up!" For a moment, he didn't think that there was still a real person beside him, Zhao Qing Shan. How could he refuse? He hastily agreed.

  Just then, Zhao Er, who had just disappeared, walked out of the house. Looking at his outfit, it was clear that he wanted to go into the mountains to deal with that wild boar.

  Behind Zhao Er was his wife, who followed him. Although her face was full of worried expressions, she didn't say anything like "don't go", but instead carefully reminded him.

  "Dao Chang, you and the clan elder go to Er Bao's house. Big brother, go back and get your stuff, follow me into the mountain." Just then, Zhao Er, who happened to be skilled in medicine, hastily said.

  "Good!" Zhao Da agreed with his younger brother's proposal quite succinctly.

  The group split into two paths, Zhao Er accompanied Zhao Da back home to fetch things and then head into the mountains. Li Anran went with Zhao Qingshan towards that unlucky guy's house.

  Before leaving the Zhao's house, Li Anran went to the woodshed and picked up a medical box from Bian Sanlun's tricycle basket.

  After seeing that magical instrument that could play Qin music on its own, Zhao Qing Shan was no longer surprised by this aluminum alloy medical emergency box.

  Although Zhao Qing Shan is already over fifty years old, his body is still quite robust. Moreover, as a countryman who has walked many mountain roads, he is not slow in terms of speed at all.

  Zhaojia Village has only twelve households in total, occupying this piece of land with a mountain behind and water in front, which is still considered a good location. The distance between each household is not far either.

  Before Li Anran and Zhao Qingshan arrived at their destination, they heard a burst of wailing sounds coming from the front, and their hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

  When they arrived at Zhao Erbao's home, a group of villagers had already gathered. An old village woman sat on the ground, wailing and crying with a nose full of snot.

  Seeing this scene, Li An thought that the poor guy hadn't held on and had already "gone". But Zhao Qing didn't think so, he walked up and slapped him with a loud slap.

  The originally loud and clear voice suddenly stopped, just like a rooster's throat being pinched shut, bringing the entire atmosphere of the courtyard to a sudden stillness.

  "The man hadn't even left yet, and he was already wailing, two men came to take me back to the house, so as not to lose face." After a slap calmed down the scene, Zhao Qing Shan glared with his eyes and ordered.

  No wonder the status of a clan elder is quite useful. As soon as the words fell, two women came forward and helped the old woman on the ground into the inner room without daring to say a word.

  "Little Mountain, are you still here?" Zhao Qing asked after calming down the scene.

  "Grandpa, Er Bao is still here, but..." Zhao Xiaoshan, who was called out, hastily walked forward and said.

  "That's all, now get out of the way." Zhao Qing Shan said with a nod, then turned around and walked to the gate, saying: "Sir, I'll leave it to you."

  "Medicine can't cure death, just do your best." Knowing that he would have to take the stage soon, Li Anran didn't dare make any promises and instead spoke bluntly before entering the house.

  After taking a closer look at the situation in the house, I almost wanted to learn from Zhao Qing's example and find someone to slap a few times. Of course, this is something that can only be thought about for now.

  Although no one was slapped, the things that were done under its instruction didn't decrease either. First, it made people open windows to keep them ventilated, then it made people tear strips of cloth and put them in boiling water.

  In fact, there is medical gauze for disinfection in the first-aid box, but Li Anran really couldn't bear to use it. Who let Zhao Erbao's situation on the bed be so bad?

  His pale face clearly showed that he had lost too much blood, and the wound was on his thigh. If it was a major artery that was severed, Li An Ran didn't think he could save him.

  After a thorough examination, it was finally determined that the poor guy on the bed hadn't had too bad of luck after all. Although the wound was quite large, fortunately, no arteries were damaged.

  After confirming this, Li Anran finally let out a sigh of relief. Using the reason that outsiders cannot be present during treatment, he chased everyone away.

  With no one else around to disturb him, Li Anran finally opened the first-aid kit and took out the necessary items and medicines, beginning treatment.

  As for Zhao Erbao, who almost got exploded by the wild boar, he happily fainted after inhaling a bit of the "anesthetic" made by the wandering Taoist Li Guizhen before his death.

  After a treatment, even if he had minimized unnecessary losses as much as possible. The anti-inflammatory drugs and Yunnan Baiyao that were used up still made Li Anran heartache.

  Who made these medicines a little less, even if they can find suitable medicinal materials to prepare Chinese medicine with the same effect by themselves, it is far from being so convenient.

  After busily working for nearly half an hour, Li Anran, who hadn't done this kind of thing in a long time since he went to college, finally finished suturing the wound.

  Looking at his somewhat ugly work, Li An let out a sigh. Not because he was lamenting the decline of his craftsmanship, but because it pained him that some of the absorbable sutures in his hand had been used up.

  After putting away the tools in his hands, Li Anran hesitated for a moment before taking out an anti-inflammatory medicine from the box and then took an empty medicine bottle.

  Then one by one, the blue and white capsules were taken out and transferred to a white plastic medicine bottle. After putting on the cap, it was placed on top of the medicine box.

  "Really, how are the two treasures?" Zhao Qingshan stepped forward to greet him as soon as he saw someone coming out of the room, and asked.

  "The second treasure is currently unobstructed, I left the medicine, just take it on time. But also can't be careless, these two days are very important, once the condition relapses, it's really hopeless."

  "Also, bring in a person, the cooked cloth strip and boiling water together. And, call over Er Bao's family members, I have some things to instruct."

  As soon as Li Anran walked to the door, he had a feeling of being watched by thousands of people. Facing the villagers' concerned eyes, he explained calmly and instructed.

  "Xiao Shan, you go bring the cloth strips and hot water in. Er Bao's family, hurry up and come out, the person has been rescued." Zhao Qing Shan ordered his son, then shouted again.

  It's unnecessary for Zhao Qing Shan to shout, Li An Ran had just finished speaking when a village woman ran out from the house next door, no need to guess that this was Er Bao's wife.

  Considering that too many people entering the house would affect the patient, Li Anran only let Zhao Qingshan and his son, as well as Zhao Erbao's wife, enter the house, while others could only wait outside.

  "The second treasure suffered an injury from an external wound. I've already applied medicine and stitched the wound. For this period of time, it's absolutely not allowed to get wet, best to just lie in bed and rest without moving."

  "If it bursts, not only will people suffer more, but if a major artery is injured and bleeds too much, with my current condition, even if I want to save them, I won't be able to."

  "This is the medicine I left for you, twist open this cap and pour out the pills inside. Take one pill each time, two hours after meals every day."

  "After finishing, remember to screw the lid on tightly, otherwise it's easy to lose the medicinal properties. Also, this bottle must not be lost, after finishing the medicine, you must send it back to me."

  Li Anran knew that ancient people didn't know how to open medicine bottles, so after picking up the bottle, he demonstrated several times.

  It wasn't until later that he realized the three people in front of him were not looking at him, but staring blankly at Zhao Erbao on the bed, to be precise, staring at his thighs.

  "Suture... has it been sutured? Then... doesn't that mean after the wound heals, we'll have to remove the thread again?"

  Compared with his own son and Er Bao's wife, Zhao Qing Shan, who had already seen the "magic treasure" of the immortal family, reacted much more normally, at least he didn't stand there stupidly.

  "Ah, the wound has been sutured and should heal normally within fifteen days. As for the stitches, they don't need to be removed, they will dissolve on their own once the wound is fully healed."

  It's no wonder that Li Anran, who is familiar with the technique of suturing wounds, would have such a shocking and astonishing reaction from the three people, and it was exactly what he had intended to achieve.

  If it weren't for not wanting these people to see the things in his medicine box, thus bringing unnecessary trouble, he wouldn't have driven everyone away just now when he was suturing the wound.