Yipin Tang

Chapter 118
In the case of the young man, it seems that the wound infection caused inflammation, which led to coma.

There was no way to deal with wound infection in ancient times, but in Wang Xiang's view, it was nothing at all. In later generations, all kinds of anti-inflammatory drugs were sold very quickly.

"I'll take a look."

"You know medicine?"

Although Wang Xiang is Gaochang's son-in-law, the priest of the Xizhou Palace still looked suspicious when he heard his words. Wang Xiang looked too young, and ancient medical skills depended on accumulation. Without decades of accumulation, who would dare to say I am a doctor.

"Our young master even understands the immortal method of borrowing one's life to extend one's life. This small injury is nothing." Some people doubted their young master's medical skills and were not happy about it. When Cheng Chuliang suffered such a serious injury, even the doctor Sun was not sure. Even if he was rescued by his young master, a local doctor from the Western Regions dared to doubt his young master.

"Extend your life!"

Hearing Lai Fu's words, everyone was extremely surprised. The blacksmith from Wuzhana country's eyes lit up even more. He also knew that his son's injury might not be healed, but if it was a fairy method to save his life...

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's a blood transfusion. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." Seeing that everyone was looking at him strangely, Wang Xiang couldn't help but tap Laifu on the head.

The story of his blood transfusion to Cheng Chuliang was later spread, and the more it spread, the more mysterious it became. Although he also explained what blood transfusion was, the method of blood transfusion was too unbelievable. Whether it is fairy art or black art is controversial.

Regardless of whether it is fairy art or black art, as long as it can save people, the blacksmith knelt down in front of Wang Xiang and kowtowed desperately. Many priests have seen his son's injuries, and they all said that they might not survive tonight. Timely anti-inflammatory is indeed fatal.

Wang Xiang is now his only hope!
Wang Xiang didn't expect the blacksmith to have such a big reaction, so he quickly asked Laifu and Tie Dan to help him up.

"The injury on his leg should have been there for quite a while, and it's not easy to heal it. You first find a flat place to put him away, and I'll go get the medicine and healing tools."

The juvenile's wound ulceration is already very obvious, indicating that the infection is relatively serious, just taking anti-inflammatory tablets may not be enough, it needs to be hung with water.

The blacksmith has been here for several days, and everyone around him knows about his situation. After seeing many priests, they all expressed helplessness. At this time, they heard Wang Xiang say that there is a way to heal the boy's wounds, and they all crowded around curiously, especially when they heard The outspoken Laifu was bragging about the immortal method of renewing one's life. Everyone's curiosity became more intense. Most of the people in the Western Regions believed in gods.

Lao Huang, who sells mutton noodle soup, heard the commotion and came over to watch the fun. Hearing Wang Xiang said that he wanted to put the boy on a flat place, he took the initiative to move a few wooden tables in front of his stall and put them together. The blacksmith thanked him cautiously. Move the unconscious boy to a temporary "wooden bed".

Wang Xiang found an empty place and entered the warehouse, found a shelf for medicines and picked up some oral anti-inflammatory drugs. Thinking that the boy's festering wound needed to be cleaned, he took a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a bottle of normal saline, and finally took it out from the shelf. A new set of infusion sets and a bottle of penicillin mixed solution.

When I was about to go out, I took another syringe from the shelf. This was because some people were allergic to penicillin, so I had to do a simple skin test.

When Wang Xiang came back with the good things, there were already a large circle of people around, seeing Lai Fu proudly bragging to everyone about the immortal method of saving his life, Wang Xiang felt speechless for a while.

There were also many doctors and priests in the crowd, and the priest invited from Xizhou Palace did not leave either. They all wanted to see how Wang Xiang could continue his life.

Seeing Wang Xiang coming back, everyone took the initiative to give up an open space.

Laifu's eyes lit up when he saw the infusion set brought by Wang Xiang. Although the infusion set was somewhat similar to the blood transfusion set, there was still a difference between the two, but Laifu couldn't see the difference. Seeing an immortal method of renewing his life, he gestured to the blacksmith standing beside him.

The blacksmith took a deep breath and seemed to have made up his mind. He stepped forward and said to Wang Xiang, "Lend my life to help my son survive!"

Looking at the blacksmith Wang Xiang, whose body was trembling slightly but his eyes were firm, he was at a loss. What is it all about?

"Young master, I heard that the last time you used the immortal method of borrowing life to extend life, you borrowed the life of a death row prisoner to extend it to the captain-in-law. There are no death row prisoners here, but this blacksmith is willing to lend his life to his son." Lai Fu was triumphant. credit.

"Snapped!"

Wang Xiang slapped Lai Fu on the head, and said angrily: "You kid is still talking nonsense, who said you want to borrow your life to continue your life!"

Laifu covered his head and said innocently: "Didn't I see that you came here with the fairy weapon to save your life?"

"This is an infusion tool, not the fairy weapon that saved life last time!" Wang Xiang was confused by Lai Fu's luck.

As soon as the blacksmith heard that Wang Xiang himself admitted that there was a life-extending immortal tool, a ray of hope flashed in his eyes, and then he heard that what he brought was not a life-extending tool, so he thought Wang Xiang was unwilling to use life-extending tools. Immortal Fa hurriedly knelt down and begged, "I beg you to use the immortal method to save my son."

Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, Wang Xiang gave Lai Fu a hard look and helped the blacksmith up, "I don't know any magic tricks, but as I said, I will save people if I save them. You should get up first."

The blacksmith didn't dare not listen to Wang Xiang's words, he stood up suspiciously and said in a low voice: "I am willing to lend my life to my son."

Wang Xiang couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Don't worry, your son's injury doesn't need to cost your life."

The boy's injury had dragged on for several days and it was not appropriate to delay. Wang Xiang persuaded the blacksmith to start treating the boy's injury. All the onlookers took a closer look.

Wang Xiang first cleaned the festering wound of the boy with hydrogen peroxide, and then carefully cleaned it with normal saline. Cleaning the wound is a process of sterilization, and the reason why the wound rots is because it was infected by contact with bacteria in the air.

It still hurts to clean the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and the boy couldn't help frowning even in a coma.

After cleaning the wound, Wang Xiang first asked the boy to take two anti-inflammatory drugs, and then used a syringe to draw a little penicillin mixed solution and injected it under the skin of the boy's forearm. Although everyone didn't know what Wang Xiang was doing, they didn't dare to say anything. From their point of view, this may be some kind of ritual to cast immortality.

The next step is to wait for the results of the skin test. If there is an allergic reaction, you can only try other anti-inflammatory medicines.

After waiting for about half an hour, Wang Xiang looked at the boy's forearm, and there was no redness, swelling or other allergies on the skin test site.

Wang Xiang heaved a sigh of relief and began to infuse the young man. The infusion is not difficult and can be done with simple training. However, in the eyes of others, all Wang Xiang's movements are very mysterious. In their eyes, the infusion bottle is an incomparably precious glass. bottle, the colored glass bottle is definitely not filled with ordinary water.

Because there was no shelf for hanging the infusion bottle, Wang Xiang simply hung the infusion bottle on the blacksmith's shoulder. The blacksmith dared not be careless with such a big glass bottle, besides, the glass bottle was filled with the fairy liquid that was used to save his son's life, so he was very careful. The blacksmith held on to the infusion bottle and dared not move it.

After all this work, Wang Xiang was a little tired, so Laifu quickly brought a small wooden stool for him to sit and rest.

At this time, more and more people gathered around, and they were all waiting to see if a miracle would happen.

(End of this chapter)