Dressed as a farmer's little blessing, the road to escape the deserted

"Doctor Zhang, Lord Hou just woke up and said...you need to find a needle and thread to sew up the wound."

"What?" Doctor Zhang jumped up angrily at that time, "You girl, are you crazy? That's flesh, not cloth, how can you sew it with a needle and thread?"

Dongmei also opened her mouth anyway, and she was willing to go all out.

"Master Zhang, think about it. If the clothes are cut open, you can continue to wear them if you sew them up with needles and threads. Why can't the skin and flesh not work? And the wound needs to heal, and the flesh and blood are joined together! The flesh and flesh are joined together with needles and threads. It must grow better and faster, and it can also bleed less."

Miracle doctor Zhang was tongue-tied and wanted to get angry, but he always felt that this argument made sense.

He walked around the room with his hands behind his back, his steps getting faster and faster, and his whole body became more and more excited.

"Flesh? Clothes? Connected together?"

In the end Dongmei couldn't bear it, and urged, "Doctor Zhang, let's do it as soon as possible. The wound is too big, sir, it can't be left to dry like this, it is easy to fester, and it will be dangerous to have a fever."

Doctor Zhang glared at her, and said angrily, "Take it as if I don't know, am I worried that he will suffer? It's flesh, not clothes, how could it not hurt?"

Cursing like this, he finally rummaged through the medicine box and found a small bottle of medicine.

Dongmei hurriedly went to find a needle and thread, and then soaked it in strong wine, which made Dr. Zhang look at her again, his eyes full of suspicion.

Dongmei hurriedly said, "Spirit can kill viruses, so if you soak the needle and thread in this way, the wound won't fester."

Doctor Zhang snorted coldly and did not speak. He reached out and took out the bottle of normal saline solution from his bosom, opened it after a lot of thought, and then washed the medicine powder on Ye Gongzi's wound.

The severe pain made Ye Gongzi clenched his fists even if he passed out.

Jiayin quickly crawled up to him and hugged his arm, "Uncle Ye doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, he'll be fine soon!"

He didn't know whether he heard the good news or got used to the pain, but Mr. Ye quickly calmed down again.

Doctor Zhang's eyes flashed, but his men didn't stop. They quickly cleaned the wound, and then applied a small bottle of liquid medicine on the skin on both sides of the wound.

"This is a kind of potion that I occasionally thought about before. It has no other use, but wherever it is applied, it will numb for an hour without feeling it. This time it comes in handy."

As he spoke, he picked up the needle and thread, took a deep breath, and began to needle with slightly trembling hands.

Sure enough, Mr. Ye didn't even frown, obviously he didn't feel any pain.

One stitch after another, from the initial flurry to proficiency, the more Miracle Doctor Zhang sews, the brighter his eyes become.

The one-foot-long incision was really like a torn garment, but it was closed just like that, with only a little blood seeping out, which can be said to be an extreme success.

Doctor Zhang turned his head to look for wound medicine, Jiayin quickly took a clean cloth towel and dipped it in spirits, and stuffed it to Dongmei.

Dongmei was stunned for a moment, and quickly wiped the area around the wound for Mr. Ye.

Doctor Zhang turned around and saw it, but didn't say anything, just sprinkled the wound medicine on it, and then wrapped Mr. Ye's upper body like a rice dumpling with a palm-wide strip of clean muslin.

After all this work, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Doctor Zhang sat down on the kang, and asked outside, "Is the soup ready?"

Mrs. Li went outside early and was busy with her daughter-in-law. Now she brought the medicinal soup and hurried in.

"Just boiled, just right for the entrance."

Doctor Zhang called Li Lao Si from the courtyard to come in, helped to pick up Mr. Ye, asked him to drink the medicinal soup with his head up, and climbed down again after drinking.

After such tossing, the white cloth wrapped around the wound was not stained with blood, and it was obvious that the wound was not open, and the stitches worked very well.

Miracle doctor Zhang was so excited that he could not wait to roll over, he took the wine bowl and needle and thread and left, leaving only one sentence.

"Look at him, call me if you have a high fever."

Before the words hit the ground, he disappeared, and he didn't know where to run, what kind of test needles he was looking for.

Dongmei let out a long sigh of relief and piled it on the edge of the kang.

She was scared to death just now, this is the young master, her master!

If something goes wrong with the stitches and flesh, the master will die, and so will she!

Fortunately, fortunately... it worked.

She couldn't help but look up at Jiayin, the little fat girl, without her usual mischievous appearance, sat quietly beside the young master, with a bit of determination on her little face...

Perseverance?Such words can actually be used on a two-year-old child.

Dongmei really suspected that she was going crazy, but she was very clear-headed.

Mrs. Li didn't know that Dongmei was so entangled in her heart. She thought she was frightened by her master's injury, so she stepped forward to help her, and persuaded her in a low voice, "I'll take care of it here, why don't you go to the next room to sleep for a while?"

Dongmei shook her head desperately, "No, no, old lady, I'll stay here. Old lady can go home and do her work, and she will replace me when I'm sleepy."

The old lady was concerned about her children and grandchildren, so she didn't argue with her, and wanted to take her granddaughter away. Seeing Jiayin holding Mr. Ye's arm, she sighed again.

"Fu Niu is good, stay here and don't make trouble, you understand?"

"Understood, grandma, I will accompany Uncle Ye." Jiayin responded obediently, and she waited to coax Mrs. Li away. She immediately whispered to Dongmei, "In two quarters of an hour, give Uncle Ye another medicine. Once each, without stopping, at least five days."

After finishing speaking, she took out two small capsules from her purse and stuffed them to Dongmei, "If Uncle Ye is very hot, take one capsule apart, dissolve it in a small amount of water, and feed it to Uncle Ye with at least one interval. Within three hours, the fever and pain were relieved."

Dongmei nodded vigorously and carefully hid the capsule.

At this time, perhaps the effect of the anesthetic had expired, Mr. Ye woke up with a muffled snort, but his eyes were a little hazy, obviously still confused.

Jiayin and Dongmei seized the opportunity and quickly fed him pills...

The village chief, Li Lao Er, Li Lao Si and others quietly entered the house to see Mr. Ye, and then quickly retreated out.

The noble son, the mighty general, who is usually so high-spirited, is now dying on the kang, and anyone who sees it will feel distressed.

Tao Hongying rushed to the valley to make lunch, and then brought back a can of light vegetable and lean meat porridge, which was heating up on the small stove, and only waited for Mr. Ye to wake up and eat a few bites.

This wait is at dusk, during the whole day, Young Master Ye has a high fever.

Fortunately, there is Jiayin's secret capsule to help reduce the fever, which is not too dangerous.

Li Laoer and the others were worried, and they searched for Doctor Zhang everywhere, but the old man actually caught a rabbit, shaved the rabbit, cut it all over, and sewed it up with needles and threads.

Everyone who watched felt goose bumps on their bodies, which disappeared in an instant...

When it was dark again, Mr. Ye finally woke up. Although he was still a little burned, his eyes were a little clearer.

He moved his body, gasped in pain, and woke up the old lady and Dongmei who were lying on the side and sleeping.

"Master, are you awake? Are you hungry? Have a few mouthfuls of porridge first, and then take the medicine!"

The two were overjoyed, and hurriedly arranged to serve porridge and medicine.

Mr. Ye felt his arm was heavy, and slowly turned his head to look. It turned out that Jiayin was hugging his arm and was sleeping deeply.

The little fat girl frowned sparsely, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, which made him feel pain in his heart.

"Aunt..." His voice was hoarse, and he told the old lady, "I made you worry, take Fu Niu back to sleep, don't get sick."