The farm life of a master of metaphysics

Chapter 32
Hearing that familiar voice, Qin Jie wanted to force a smile, but when his eyes went dark, he fell into a coma.

Seeing this scene, Song Ying immediately sensed something was wrong with Qin Jie.

After throwing down the pole, Song Ying walked over quickly and touched Qin Jie's head with her hand.

"It's broken, the forehead is so hot, it's a fever!"

After speaking, Song Ying looked at Qin Jie carefully.

Looking carefully, Qin Jie's right arm was actually wrapped with a white cloth strip, and now the cloth strip was covered with dark red bloodstains.

"Sure enough, it was an injury, a high fever caused by inflammation of the wound!" Song Ying understood immediately.

Seeing Qin Jie unconscious, Song Ying hurriedly fetched well water, moistened the handkerchief by the way, and spread it on Qin Jie's forehead.

After doing all this, Song Ying looked at Qin Jie's injured place again.

"It's true of you! You should hide in a clean room after being injured. This room is full of dust, no wonder your wound is infected and inflamed!" Song Ying frowned, thinking about how to get Qin Jay took it out.

Just when Song Ying was trying to help Qin Jie up, she fell to the ground with her.

At this point, Song Ying somewhat hated her small body for being so weak.

Maybe because he fell to the ground and was hurt by the bump, Qin Jie opened his eyes again in a daze.

After Song Ying saw it, she immediately shouted: "You wake up! Come on, I'll help you up, and you go to my father's room to rest! I want to clean your wound, this room is too dirty, there is dust everywhere , it's not good for your wound recovery!"

Qin Jie vaguely heard Song Ying's words, and then pointed to the pole not far away.

"Bring it!"

When Song Ying heard it, she looked in the direction Qin Jie was pointing at, and immediately understood what was going on.

Song Ying picked up the pole and handed it to Qin Jie.

So with the help of Song Ying and the support of the pole, he finally stood up.

But just like that, Qin Jie had already tried his best.

Seeing this, Song Ying knew that it would not be easy to get to Qin Jiejie's house.

So Song Ying hurried to the next door to bring a clean chair over, and then helped Qin Jie to sit down.

"Let's do this! Just bear with it! Sit here first, and I'll clean up the house right away. After this is cleaned up, I'll treat your wound!" Song Ying said.

"Water, I have medicine!" Qin Jie thought of something at this moment, and said these words with his thirsty lips: "In my arms!"

Upon hearing this, Song Ying immediately washed her hands, and then stretched them into Qin Jie's arms.

Sure enough, there was a bottle of medicine in Qin Jie's arms.

Although Song Ying didn't know what kind of medicine it was, but Qin Jie said to take this, so let's take this!
Think here.Song Ying hurried to the kitchen, started a fire and boiled water.

When Song Ying came over with boiling water, Qin Jie passed out again.

There was no other way, Song Ying could only pinch Qin Jie's cheek quickly with her hand, forcing him to open his mouth, then fed the pill, and finally fed some water into it.

Afterwards, Song Ying opened Qin Jie's mouth and took a look.

After confirming that Qin Jie had really taken the medicine, Song Ying went to get the broom and rag, and quickly cleaned the room.

When Song Zhi came back with the hurried grain and grass, he saw that Song Ying had covered himself in dust.

"Girl, why did you go to clean up the next room again? Didn't you mean to clean it later?" Song Zhi asked suspiciously.

"Don't mention it, Dad, come and see who's here!" Song Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing Song Zhi came back.

When Song Zhi looked at Mr. Qin who was sleeping on the chair, he was shocked.

"Why is Mr. Qin here?"

Song Ying shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, with an expression like you are asking me who I am asking.

"Father, I just cleaned the house. Help me take off his dirty clothes, and then you can wipe his body with hot water! Don't move the wound on your arm until you change it for him." Alright, hurry up and I'll deal with the clothes again!"

Song Zhi looked at Qin Jie, and then at the bed not far away that had just been cleaned, so he said, "I'd better make the bed here first! I will change the clothes of Mr. Qin in a while, and we will help him go together. Lying on the bed, it will be easier for you to deal with the wound!"

"Change your clothes first! After changing your clothes, I'll treat his wound here, and then help him to bed!" Song Ying said after thinking about it.

Song Zhi nodded, first went to his room to get a new set of clothes, then closed the door and changed Qin Jie's clothes.

Taking advantage of this time, Song Ying went to the kitchen to drink some wine, and then took out the scissors she just bought and the cotton cloth that Qin Jie had sent over.

The scissors are first put in a pot and boiled in boiling water, and then sterilized with wine.

To be on the safe side, Song Ying finally poured some wine over, lit it and put the scissors on the fire to toast.

After finishing all this, I heard shouts from the other side of the room.

Listen carefully, it's really her father calling her.

So Song Ying quickly took the boiled hot water and the prepared things, and hurried to the room where Qin Jie was.

At this moment, Qin Jie had already changed his clothes and washed his body with hot water. At this time, his injured arm also leaked out.

"His sleeves are already attached to the wound, so I can only use scissors to cut the surrounding clothes! This is the clothes, I'm afraid I won't be able to wear them in the future!" Song Zhi explained.

"Now it's life-saving, so why bother with clothes!"

With that said, Song Ying took out the cotton cloth, cut a piece with scissors, and soaked it in a bowl filled with wine.

Afterwards, Song Ying poured out another bowl of wine, and then poured it little by little on the area where the clothes and the wound adhered with her clean hands.

While pouring water, Song Ying picked up the pieces of clothes with scissors and tore them carefully.

Perhaps it was because the wine had stained the wound, even in a coma, Qin Jie couldn't help frowning.

I don't know how long it took, but Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief when the rag was torn off under the soaking of the wine.

The next thing will be easy, Song Ying cleaned the wound with a cotton cloth soaked in wine, and said to her father: "Father, dig out a piece of Sanqi from the place where we saw Sanqi before you go, and wash it. After cleaning, grind it into mud and give it to me!"

Song Zhi also knew that this matter should not be sloppy, so he immediately took a hoe to dig Sanqi.

Because there was no grinding tool, Song Zhi thought of a way to cut it bit by bit with a knife, and then pounded it with clean wood after cutting.

He can only use his left hand, and after a lot of effort, he finally got out the notoginseng powder that Song Ying wanted.

It happened that Song Ying cleaned the wound on Qin Jie's arm inside and out, took the notoginseng mud sent by her father, and applied it to Qin Jie's wound.

(End of this chapter)