"Divine Doctor Zhang, the Marquis just woke up and said... I want you to find a needle and thread to sew up the wound."
"What?" Divine Doctor Zhang jumped up angrily, "Are you crazy, girl? That's just flesh, isn't it? How can cloth be sewn with needle and thread?"
Dongmei opened her mouth anyway and simply gave up.
"Divine Doctor Zhang, think about it, if the clothes are cut open and can be sewn with needle and thread, they can still be worn. Why can't the skin and flesh be healed? And for the wound to grow well, the flesh and blood must be joined together! Use needle and thread to connect the skin and flesh together. It will definitely grow better and faster, and there will be less bleeding."
Doctor Zhang was speechless and wanted to get angry, but he still felt that this statement made sense.
He walked around the room with his hands behind his back, his pace getting faster and faster, and his whole body getting more and more excited.
"Skin? Clothes? Together?"
In the end, Dongmei couldn't help it and urged, "Doctor Zhang, it's better to do it as soon as possible. The young master's wound is too big and cannot be left to dry like this. It will easily fester, and it will be dangerous if he gets fever.
Doctor Zhang glared at her and said angrily, "You think I don't know. Aren't I worried that he will suffer? It's skin and flesh, not clothes. How could it not hurt?" He
cursed like this while picking up the medicine. He took out the box and found a small bottle of potion.
Dongmei hurriedly found a needle and thread, and then soaked it in strong wine, causing Doctor Zhang to look at her again with suspicion in his eyes.
Dongmei hurriedly said, "Strong alcohol can kill viruses. Soaking needles and threads in this way will prevent wounds from suppurating."
Doctor Zhang snorted without saying a word. He reached out and took out the bottle of physiological saline from his arms. After a lot of effort, he opened it and gave it to him . Mr. Ye cleans the powder from the wound.
The severe pain made Mr. Ye unable to help but clench his fists even if he fainted.
Jiayin quickly crawled forward and hugged his arm, "Uncle Ye, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon!"
I don't know whether it was because he heard Jiayin's words or because he was used to the pain, Mr. Ye quickly became quiet again.
Doctor Zhang's eyes flashed, but his men did not stop, quickly cleaning the wound and applying a small bottle of medicine on the flesh and skin on both sides of the wound.
"This is a potion I occasionally thought about before. It has no other use. Wherever you apply it, you will be numb for an hour without feeling. But it came in handy this time."
As he spoke, he picked up the needle and thread. Taking a deep breath, shaking my hands slightly, I started to inject the needle.
Sure enough, Mr. Ye didn't even frown, and it was obvious that he didn't feel any pain.
Stitch after stitch, from the initial hectic to proficient, the more Dr. Zhang stitches, the brighter his eyes become.
The one-foot-long knife edge was really like a torn piece of clothing, but it was closed like this, with only a little bit of blood seeping out. It could be said to be an extreme success.
Doctor Zhang turned around to find the medicine for the wound. Jiayin quickly dipped a clean cloth in liquor and gave it to Dongmei.
Dongmei was stunned for a moment and quickly wiped the area around Mr. Ye's wound.
Doctor Zhang turned around and saw him, but didn't say anything. He just sprinkled the wound medicine on the wound, and then wrapped Mr. Ye's upper body like a rice dumpling with a palm-width piece of clean fine cotton.
After all this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Doctor Zhang sat down on the kang and asked outside, "Is the soup ready?"
Mrs. Li went outside early and was busy with her daughter-in-law. Now she came in quickly with the soup.
"It's just finished, it's just right for the mouth."
Doctor Zhang called Mr. Li from the hospital to come in, helped pick up Mr. Ye, and asked him to tilt his head up to drink the medicinal soup. After drinking, he climbed down again.
After so much trouble, the white cloth wrapped around the wound was not stained with blood. It was obvious that the wound had not cracked and the stitches were very effective.
Doctor Zhang was so excited that he wanted to be full of children. He took the wine bowl and needle and thread and left, leaving only one sentence behind.
"Look at him. If he has a high fever, call me."
Before he could finish his words, he disappeared. He didn't know where he was running, or where he was looking for stitches.
Dongmei breathed a long sigh of relief and piled herself on the edge of the bed.
She was scared to death just now. This is the young master, her master!
If something goes wrong with the needle and thread sewing the flesh, the master will die, and so will she!
Fortunately, fortunately...it worked.
She couldn't help but look up at Jiayin. The little fat girl, without her usual naughty look, was sitting quietly next to the young master. There was even a bit of perseverance on her little face...
perseverance? Such words can actually be used on a two-year-old child.
Dongmei really suspected that she was going crazy, but she was very clear-headed.
Old Mrs. Li didn't know that Dongmei was so entangled in her heart. She thought she was frightened by her master's injury, so she stepped forward to help her and whispered, "I'll watch over here. How about you go to the next room to sleep for a while?"
Dongmei however She shook her head desperately, "No, no, old lady, I will stay here. Old lady, just go home and do some work, and come and replace me when I get sleepy."
The old lady was thinking about her children and grandchildren, and did not argue with her, and even wanted to take away her granddaughter. , seeing Jiayin holding Mr. Ye's arm, she sighed again.
"Fu Niu, be good, stay here and don't make trouble, you know?"
"I know, grandma, I'm staying with Uncle Ye." Jiayin responded obediently, and when she was ready to coax Old Mrs. Li away, she immediately whispered to Dongmei, "Two quarters of an hour later, give Uncle Ye another pill, once in the morning and once in the evening. Don't stop, at least for five days."
After that, she took out two more small capsules from her purse and gave them to Dongmei, " If Uncle Ye's fever is severe, take one capsule of this, dissolve it in a small amount of water, and feed it to Uncle Ye. Wait at least three hours to reduce the fever and relieve pain."
Dongmei nodded vigorously and carefully hid the capsule.
At this time, perhaps the anesthetic had worn off, Mr. Ye groaned and woke up, but his eyes were a little hazy and he was obviously still confused.
Jiayin and Dongmei seized the opportunity and quickly fed him pills...
The village chief, Li Lao Er, Li Lao Si and others quietly entered the house to see Mr. Ye and quickly left.
The noble young master and mighty general who was usually so high-spirited was now lying on the kang dying, which made everyone feel sad to see him.
Tao Hongying rushed to the valley to make lunch, and then brought back a can of light vegetable and lean meat porridge, which she heated on the small stove, just waiting for Mr. Ye to wake up and have a few bites.
It was dusk, and Mr. Ye had a high fever all day long.
Fortunately, Jiayin's secret capsule can help reduce fever, so it's not too dangerous.
Li Laoer and others were worried and searched everywhere for Doctor Zhang. In the end, the old man actually caught a rabbit, shaved the rabbit, cut it all over, and sewed it up with needles and threads.
Everyone who watched felt goosebumps on their bodies, which dissipated instantly...
When it got dark again, Mr. Ye finally woke up. Although he was still a little feverish, his eyes were a little clearer.
He moved and gasped in pain, which also woke up the old lady and Dongmei who were napping on the side.
"Young Master, are you awake? Are you hungry? Eat a few mouthfuls of porridge first, and then take the medicine!"
The two of them were so happy that they quickly gathered the porridge and took the medicine.
Mr. Ye felt his arms were heavy, and slowly turned his head to look. It turned out that Jiayin had hugged his arms and was sleeping deeply.
The little fat girl had a sparse brow furrowed and tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, which made him feel sad.
"Auntie..." His voice was hoarse and he told the old lady, "I've made you worried. Take Fu Niu back to sleep and don't get over her illness."