The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Anesthetic? What's that?"

Song Fuwen asked suspiciously, almost choking Jiang qianxia.

It's not a short time for her to come to this era. Daqian is definitely this era, one of the most developed countries in the world. If we really want to make parallel comparison, it's definitely the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

However, with song Fuwen's medical skills, they all asked her what anesthetics are, which can only explain one problem. In this era, anesthetics really haven't appeared yet

Jiang qianxia is now in a breakdown. Although she knows that Ma boiling powder, which first appeared in the Han Dynasty in history, actually has no anesthetic effect. If it is useful, it should also be a toxin that can cause limb paralysis, which is not good for the human body.

But before she asked, she still had a certain degree of fantasy. Now this fantasy has been simply broken by song Fuwen.

Seeing Jiang qianxia's complicated expression, song Fuwen couldn't help but ask in a nervous whisper, "is anesthetic very important? Tell me where I can find it. I'll send someone to get it right away."

"Anesthetics can make people's body lose consciousness temporarily, so as to facilitate the treatment of wounds and enable people to calmly accept wound treatment..."

"You mean Requiem powder?" Song Fuwen's uncertain way.

Hearing the Requiem powder, the poison scholar immediately took out a small bamboo tube like a treasure and said with a smile, "can this thing be used? I have it here!"

As soon as song Fuwen saw it, he immediately felt like he had entered the den of thieves.

Requiem powder is only available to Rangers banned by martial arts. It is said that the materials are expensive. Generally, Rangers without any name are not qualified to know the formula.

In other words, the fresh face in the military account is a Ranger, or a Ranger who can be named. It is estimated that there is also a Ranger at the bottom of the case!

Jiang qianxia didn't worry about song Fuwen. He took the suspicious smell from the bamboo tube and asked, "can this food make people lose consciousness? Is there any sequelae?"

The poison scholar frowned and thought for a while. He looked at Hong Tao and Liu Hongniang uncertainly and said, "I haven't used this thing many times. I've tasted people who can survive from me. Finally, it seems that they have become disillusioned with the world of mortals. Where are you?"

Hong Tao patted his machete and motioned that there was no one alive to use it.

Liu Hongniang used a poison master and said with a smile: "what is to see through the world of mortals is to be silly. People's dull reaction is slower, but it's much better than fools."

Jiang qianxia hurriedly threw the bamboo back to the poison scholar. This thing must hurt the brain. The brain is numb. Of course, the body doesn't feel pain.

If Guli is given this medicine with three no products, the first thing Guli will do when she wakes up is to strangle her first.

With a sigh, Jiang qianxia reluctantly asked people to boil a basin of pepper water. The pepper she left in the army before she left was boiled by one brain.

After the pungent pepper water was brought up, Jiang qianxia hardened his scalp and covered Guli's shoulder with a handkerchief soaked in pepper water. After waiting for half a moment, he ruthlessly cut the place with pus and corruption, either open it or cut it directly.

After dealing with these, Jiang qianxia took the suture needle samples sent by wanbaoge and began to suture Guli's wound with difficulty.

She had already memorized the stitching method on her way here, but it was the first time for her to poke the needle into the meat.

With the strange touch and tension, Jiang qianxia's stitched wound is as crooked as a centipede. It's ugly.

Embarrassed, he quickly shook the wound medicine to cover the wound. The medicine boy took over with great eyesight and wrapped half of Guli's body with a bandage.

Song Fuwen and the three Rangers looked straight. For the first time, they knew that people's skin and flesh could be sewn with needles and threads like clothes.

It's just that the odd needle used by Jiang qianxia and the suture different from the inside and outside make the four people have a sense of reverence.

After dealing with the wound, Jiang qianxia wiped a sweat and covered Guli's forehead with his hand.

The heat is still very high. Drinking traditional Chinese medicine is too slow to take effect. I'm afraid Guli will be burned into a fool if it burns down again.

With a sigh in his heart, Jiang qianxia took out a small bag folded from a handkerchief from his close pocket, opened the handkerchief and revealed more than a dozen white tablets inside.

Reluctantly, he stuffed the medicine to song Fuwen. Jiang qianxia gritted his teeth and said, "take two large tablets and three small tablets with water and feed them again in two hours. If there is no fever, return the large tablets to me and only give him one small tablet again."

Large pieces are antipyretic drugs and small pieces are anti-inflammatory drugs.

All the gold, silver and Pearl hairpin jewelry in her small vault were pasted on the more than a dozen tablets. Now the treasure box Guli gave her was only a pile of worthless copper plates.

Song Fuwen curiously picked up a piece of medicine and smelled it carefully. He found that he couldn't smell what medicine was made of. He studied his mind together and subconsciously wanted to put the pill in his mouth.

"Shut up! Do you know how expensive this medicine is!"

Jiang qianxia screamed and pulled the medicine out of song Fuwen's mouth. He grabbed the medicine back and took it with him.

Song Fuwen looked embarrassed. He paused and said unconvinced, "what's the value? Although I'm not rich, I also have a small fortune. How about you sell me one?"

"... I only have this medicine in the world, and I have to pay dozens of times for each piece... Dozens of times!"

With a crazy roar, Jiang qianxia said viciously, "it's no use if you taste it. This medicine can't be made now!"

After saying something specious, Jiang qianxia poured the medicine down to Guli, and then took the infusion set he bought when hanging the bottle.

In front of several big men, he lifted his sleeves to his elbows. Jiang qianxia wiped his elbows with strong wine and disinfected Guli's arm again. Then he calmly inserted the sharp needle into his blood vessel.

The blood immediately came out along the hose. Jiang qianxia grabbed the hose and quickly connected the needle on the other side to Guli.

Standing on the low stool, Jiang qianxia half raised his hands to let his blood enter Guli's body more smoothly.

"You... You want to give your life to the general?" Song Fuwen changed from shock to grief.

Not only song Fuwen, but also the three Rangers, general pro Wei and Yao Tong who witnessed this scene, as well as the soldiers and soldiers outside and Xiao Jiu who just came in, all looked sad and looked at Jiang qianxia with the eyes of the dying great man.

Jiang qianxia was in a trance for a while before he realized that the ancients seemed to firmly believe that blood is linked to life. Don't you see that there is more blood, and people have to die no matter how light they are for many years?

Vigorous blood means good health. Giving your blood to others is equivalent to giving your life to others.

Jiang qianxia asked himself that his friendship with Guli was not enough to lose his life. He had to explain what blood transfusion is.

"In other words, it's OK for all people to shed some blood, but it can promote the body's hematopoiesis. In the case of excessive blood loss, just give him some blood."

Song Fuwen reluctantly accepted this statement. Seeing that Jiang qianxia's face was abnormal, he quickly rolled up his sleeve and said, "in that case, you can't only use your blood. I'll replace you!"

Song Fuwen took the lead, and everyone shouted to take over the class.

Jiang qianxia lazily waved his hand and said with a smile, "no, people have at least five blood types. Giving blood to people with different blood types will hurt him."

"Then how do you know your blood type is the same as the boss?" Xiao Jiu was very clever once and asked suspiciously.

"It doesn't matter. My blood type is type C (type O). It's universal blood. Basically anyone can use it, so it's the most convenient to use my blood."

Jiang qianxia smiled casually, and the people in the military tent couldn't help looking silently at Guli whose breath had stabilized.

Miss Jiang is very kind and righteous to the general. Fortunately, Miss Jiang is a gentle woman. If the general accepts such a great kindness from the man, it is estimated that if the benefactor wants to rebel, he can only follow.

However, how can the general repay Miss Jiang, who is a woman?