Song Yi

Chapter 65

Money is not accepted with a gloomy face, and said word by word:

"Your ancestor kindly taught you your medical skills, but you don't know how to be grateful, but you are sneering here, it is really ungrateful. If you continue to do this, I will expel you from the teacher!"

"Yes! I was just joking, I won't dare again in the future!" Yan Miao whispered with her hands flushed.

Qian Bushuo glanced at the two apprentices and said:
"Earlier, he used a different method, although it is debatable. But this time, even if he is a teacher, he has no ability to save people by cutting open his abdomen. You have all seen the injury of Liu Kuai yesterday. He died of serious injuries. But after his laparotomy and healing, Detective Liu has come back to life today! This kind of ability is really amazing."

At this moment, someone groaned and shouted at the door:

"Oh my god! Doctor Yan, help me take a look, the wound is killing me...!"

Limping into a middle-aged man on crutches, wearing a police short shirt, it was Zhou Zhou who was treated by Yan Miaoshou yesterday, whose thigh was hit with a mace.

Yan Miao asked, "What's the matter? Detective Zhou, hurry up."

"Ouch..., my wound is swollen and painful, and it's like a fire, it hurts me to death..."

"Let me see!" Yan Miao supported Detective Zhou to sit down quickly, rolled up his trousers, and took off the bandage on the wound.

Detective Zhou was hit on the thigh with a mace, which tore a large piece of muscle. Now the skin around the wound is dark red, and there are several small blisters. When one is punctured, light brown slurry flows out, with a foul smell.

Yan Miao said: "It's okay, I just learned a new bruise method, which is just right for your festering wound.

"That's a good thing, this wound hurts so badly, please treat it quickly."

Yan Miaoshou strictly followed Du Wenhao's instructions, did not rush to change the dressing, washed his hands again, cleaned the knives, and soaked them in disinfectant.

Then all the bandages on Zhou Kuai's thigh wound were taken off, and the wound was cleaned with water again.

Carefully gouged out the decayed muscle and pus with a knife.

Finally, apply the golden sore ointment that removes putrefaction and regenerates muscle, and then re-sterilize the gauze and re-bandage.

Detective Zhou was very curious and asked:

"Doctor Yan, your treatment of wounds this time is really different from before? A new trick?"

Yan Miaoshou smiled and nodded: "Yes, it was taught by my master. It is Mr. Du Wenhao from Wuweitang."

"Oh? By the way, I heard that your master lost the bet and you worshiped him as your teacher. Is there such a thing?"

"Yes."

"It turns out that Mr. Du's medical skills are so good that even Miracle Doctor Qian worships him as his teacher."

Miracle Doctor Qian looked a little embarrassed.

At this time, a couple hurried in from the outside with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child on their backs:
"Miraculous doctor! Where's the miraculous doctor?"

If you don't charge money, it's the couple who went to Wuweitang yesterday and asked him to watch the epilepsy.

The child on the man's back was the epileptic child.

The child's head was dripping with blood, his arms were weirdly bent, and he was moaning in pain.

Money is not accepted and my heart sinks:
"What's wrong? Has the child fallen ill again?"

"Yes, genius doctor," the man put his son carefully on the wooden bed, took a breath, and said worriedly:

"Just now, the roof of my house leaked. I built a wooden ladder to add tiles to the house. My son wanted to help me deliver the tiles, but his mother refused. He insisted on helping. He fell ill when he climbed half of the stairs. It fell down and became like this.

His head was broken and his arm was also broken. Seeing that he was convulsing badly, his mother was afraid that he would bite off his tongue and couldn't find a suitable thing to cushion his mouth, so she put her hand into his mouth to cushion him.

Look at the genius doctor, the child bit his mother's hand like this. "

The man took the woman's hand distressedly, and saw two crescent-shaped bite wounds on the palm and back of the hand, dripping with blood, reaching deep to the metacarpal bones!
If the money is not accepted, let Yan Miaoshou deal with the child's fracture and head wound immediately, and let Hantou deal with the woman's hand injury.

Seeing Yan Miao picking up the gravel and soil from the child's wound with the knife just now, he said foolishly:
"Senior brother, you used that knife to cut the wound of Catcher Liu just now. The master said that after the knife is used, it must be strictly sterilized before it can be used again. Otherwise, it will..., it will...cross-infect... !"

This name is too mouth-watering, I have never heard of it before, and Hantou held back a lot of energy before saying it.

Yan Miaoshou hesitated for a moment, and said: "You didn't remind me earlier! I cut it off, forget it, there shouldn't be a big problem! I'll just pay attention next time."

Seeing the two doctors treating the wound in an orderly manner, the couple was slightly relieved.

Qian Bufu asked in a deep voice, "Have you taken the medicine prescribed yesterday?"

"Take it. I took it once last night, and I took it again this morning. Is the medicine not strong enough, genius doctor, do you want to take it a few more times?"

Qian Bushou shook his head, pondered for a moment, sighed, and whispered to himself:

"The potency of the medicine is not enough, but it's not that the frequency is not enough, but there is a problem with the medicine itself!"

How to adjust the prescription?He tried and tried all the methods he could think of, but nothing worked. The child still fell ill. This time, he fell down the stairs. The next time he fell into the river or the fire, it would be even more dangerous. Yes, the child must be cured.

what to do?At this time, Du Wenhao's words from yesterday came to mind again.

Thinking of yesterday, my heart feels like the river is overwhelmed if I don't accept the money.

Master Du Wenhao had already reminded him yesterday that this prescription is too soft and moisturizing, and cannot cure severe diseases like epilepsy.

He interrupted the other person very impatiently at that time, now that he thinks about it, he regrets it a bit, he should listen carefully to what he said at that time, maybe what he said was really effective.

But at that time, I didn’t pay attention to it at all. Another day passed, and I wanted to recall what medicine the master said yesterday. Except for the controversial Scutellaria baicalensis, rhubarb and rhubarb, I couldn’t think of other medicines. .

The combination of these medicines is more and less, and the effect is very different, especially the medicine that is regarded as the king medicine, even more can not be less.

What kind of medicine did Master say yesterday?
The money is not accepted, and he is covering his head and remembering, and the foolish head came over and said:

"Master, the wound on this sister-in-law's hand is finished."

Qian Buxuan nodded: "Then go and help your brother deal with the child's fracture... No! Wait! Come with me!"

Hantou followed the money into the room and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

"Do you still remember..., this..., what..., what the master said yesterday..., the...prescription that should be used to treat epilepsy?"

"Remember, what's the matter? Master is going to use this medicine to treat the child's illness? Okay, I wanted to say yesterday, do you want to use this prescription from the master, I think the master's prescription is quite accurate. Let's use it It’s okay to try, Master, I’ll write it down right away!”

"No, no! It's not his prescription!" Qian Bushou said slowly, "Yes..., I used it as a reference, and see what he has..., this..., um..."

Hearing Master hesitating, Hantou said nervously:
"Master, is there really something wrong with this prescription? Then we should tell our master, he taught us such a good way to deal with wounds, and we should reward him."

"No, no, there is nothing wrong with Fang Zi. As a teacher, I just think..., this..."

Money does not accept that his forehead is about to sweat, but he tilts his head and stares at him stupidly. Waiting for him to finish, he wants to know what the master wants this prescription for, and his old face that does not accept money turns red up.

He stroked his gray beard on his chin, and finally an idea popped into his head, coughed lightly and said:

"Being a teacher is to test your memory. Let me listen to you and see if you remember what your master said yesterday."

(End of this chapter)