Tanabata Diva Concert: Happy Breakup

Chapter 1049 2: If you can save it, save it. If you can’t save it, just dig a hole and bury it.
Zheng Zhengjinxu helped Li Xueyan up and said, "You don't have to be like this, girl, I have to look at the patient first." Then he stood up and walked around Li Xueyan. He already knew who the girl in front of him was. If her guess was correct, That was Princess Wencheng who was regarded as a god by Tubo in later generations.

It's just that he is very irritable inside now. Needless to say, it is also the butterfly effect caused by the flapping of his little butterfly wings.

Because he knew that Li Daozong did not die at this time.

He Yong and the leading soldier now placed Li Daozong under the eaves. After Zheng Zhengjin arrived, he looked at Li Daozong's wounds and asked, are there any other wounds on your body besides this one?

Hearing this, Li Daozong shook his head and said: "Except for the wound on the calf, there are no wounds." He knew that the wound was a bit big. If such a wound was suffered in the military camp, if the time came, If the wound becomes inflamed, he may have to wait for death.

Zheng Zhengjin observed his wound, and then said: "The problem is not big, the meridians are not injured, but the other party obviously wants to kill you."

When Li Daozong heard this, he was startled and asked, "Xiao Langjun, what do you say?"

Zheng Zhengjin smiled: "Otherwise, why would those who are chasing you smear gold juice on their weapons?"

Li Daozong's face turned red and he roared: "What, these damn things."

The big-headed soldier next to He Yong was already trembling at this moment, because he was also slightly injured, even if it was just a little bit, then he also knew that if the weapon was soaked in feces, then the chance of the wound becoming suppurative and rotten will increase greatly.

Eventually, there was only one way left, and that was death.
That kind of fear of death is actually quite scary.

Seeing the trembling appearance of the big-headed soldier, Zheng Zhengjin asked, "Why, are you injured too?"

The big-headed soldier knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists with both hands and said, "I beg you, young man, to treat my general. My subordinate's injuries, no, it doesn't matter."

Zheng Zhengjin still admires these soldiers who defend their homeland and country.

Zheng Zhengjin smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, we can still be saved, we can't die. Just wait for me." Zheng Zhengjin got up, left the place, went to the living room, and took out a medical kit out of sight of others.

Then he returned to Li Daozong with the medical kit on his back.

The big-headed soldier's wound was not deep, but it was always bad to be injured. After all, these days, if he was injured or infected, he would almost certainly die.

He took out a bottle of alcohol from the medical kit, handed it to He Yong, and said, "Help Brother Bing next to you clean the wound. Then wrap it with clean gauze."

Then he turned his attention to Li Daozong and said with a smile: "It may be a little painful next, so you have to endure it?" As for using anesthetics, Zheng Zhengjin thought it was better to forget it. After all, Li Daozong was considered a veteran of the battlefield.

Li Daozong looked at Zheng Zhengjin in confusion as he handed He Yong the glass bottle of alcohol, and asked tremblingly: "Young gentleman, you are really too extravagant."

Zheng Zhengjin ignored Li Daozong's surprise, but took out another bottle of alcohol from the medical bag, opened the lid, and then used scissors to cut open the trouser leg of Li Daozong's calf wound.

Alcohol was spilled on Li Daozong's wound,
A sound like a slaughtering pig immediately came out of Li Daozong's mouth, but his injured leg was held down by Zheng Zhengjin. Zheng Zhengjin took out a cotton swab, dipped it in alcohol, and continued to clean his wound. This method was an eye-opener for Li Xueyan who was standing by.

"Master, can you be gentler?" Li Daozong begged for mercy bitterly.

Zheng Zhengjin said: "Just tell me whether you want to die or whether you want to live. If you want to die, then I will just have someone dig a hole outside and bury you."

Li Daozong was immediately speechless.

Li Xueyan admonished from the side: "Aye, listen to the young man, he will not harm you."

Then Li Xueyan saw Zheng Zhengjin, picked up the embroidery needle and started threading. She asked curiously: "Mr. Lang, are you going to sew my Aye's trousers? No need to bother, just let me do it."

Zheng Zhengjin rolled his eyes at Li Xueyan and said, "What are you thinking? I'm sewing up his wounds. Who wants to sew his pants?"

The head soldier and Li Xueyan all looked at Zheng Zhengjin with shocked expressions. Li Daozong, including Li Daozong, all looked at him with frightened expressions and asked in a trembling voice: "Xiao Langjun, this joke of yours is not funny at all. ”

Zheng Zhengjin said with a straight face: "Should we get treatment or not?"

Hearing this, Li Daozong nodded. If he could live, who would really want to die? "Yes, yes, little man, please sew it up as soon as possible." After he finished speaking, he clenched his gums and turned his head to the other side.

Zheng Zhengjin put the needle and thread together into alcohol to disinfect, and then used tweezers, pliers and other tools to start sewing up Li Daozong's wound.
At this time, Li Daozong could bear it, and he probably needed more than 20 stitches. The wound looked like a centipede lying on the wound.

Li Xueyan saw on the side that after his Aye's wound was repaired, Zheng Zhengjin took out the white gauze and began to apply some ointment on the wound. Then he wrapped the wound several times with the gauze and bandaged it up. The most outrageous thing is that Zheng Zhengjin He also tied a beautiful bow for it.

Li Xueyan asked: "Xiao Langjun, can you tell me, what is the clear and transparent liquid you used just now?" She was really curious, and the things that could be packed in glass bottles were definitely not simple things. , she now felt that Zheng Zhengjin was an immortal descended to earth.

"That thing is called alcohol. It is used to kill viruses and sterilize wounds. It is of great benefit. It is healed now. The wound has been sutured. Within seven days, do not touch the wound with water, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted. Don't blame me." After Zheng Zhengjin finished speaking, he put away the bottle of alcohol handed over by He Yong.

"What is alcohol? I only know Sanlejiang." Li Daozong asked back.

Zheng Zhengjin ignored Li Daozong. After all, it was quite troublesome for him to explain what alcohol was. If not, he might even publish a movie called One Hundred Thousand Whys to explain Li Daozong one by one.

Li Daozong is the prince of the Tang Dynasty, but he has long discovered that in Zheng Zhengjin's eyes, he is just that. It seems that in Zheng Zhengjin's eyes, he, the prince, does not seem to be a rare creature. He does not seem to be a rare creature at all. Why do you care?

But towards his savior, he was never willing to use his status as a prince to overwhelm others.

Li Xueyan looked at Zheng Zhengjin and was shocked to see that he had healed his Aye's wound with stitches and stitches. Although he had not recovered yet, Li Daozong's legs could already stand up, which was quite miraculous.

Like Li Daozong, she asked: "Sir, I don't know what alcohol you are talking about. Can you explain it to us?"...
(End of this chapter)