Chapter 16 Whether you can live long depends entirely on probability

As a 21st century panacea medicine known as the Western isatis root, Baifuning's fever reduction effect is beyond words. Before Zhang Qian could command the imperial physician Sun Anzu and the eldest lady Ren Yingying, he hurriedly cut the bandage on Ren Qiong's arm. The latter's high fever symptoms had begun to fade, and there was a vague luster of life on his haggard face. (Note 1: If you see a family doctor abroad, the most common prescription is paracetamol, no matter what the symptoms are.)

The biggest problem of Sun Anzu was that the patient was unable to recover was that the patient was unable to recover from the heat of the patient Ren Qiong's evil and the medicine was useless. At this moment, he found that Ren Qiong's forehead was no longer hot and sweating like slurry, and he was surprised. He held the right hand of the scissors and shivered constantly. After several times, he almost poked the scissors on his left hand.

The eldest lady Ren Yingying had heard Sun Anzu explain that as long as the evil heat began to subside, the medicine would curb the offensive of the evil poison, and she was so surprised that she could not bear to herself. Before she could throw away the dirty bandage in her hand, she wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Zhang Qian.

"No, no, no, it's early, this is the first step of the Long March!" As a person from the 21st century, Zhang Qian couldn't stand others kneeling at any time, even if the other party had insulted himself before. Therefore, he decisively hid his body aside and explained repeatedly, "I sweated and relieved my fever, only solved the surface problem, and the real trouble is still behind. If you have the skill of kowtowing me, it's better to go outside to urge me when will the strong wine and salt water arrive?"

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, the strong wine has arrived, the salt water has been prepared, and two large wooden barrels have been prepared. Let's put them at the door together!" The little fat man Ren Cong's pleasing voice sounded quickly outside, with a hint of sob. "I saw that you were busy before, I didn't dare to disturb you. How is my grandfather's situation? You just said that sweating was coming out?"

"The fever has subsided, which is what you usually call evil heat. Sweating is one of the manifestations of subsidence!" Zhang Qian's attitude towards Ren Cong, a little fat man who has worked hard to help him. After thinking about it, he explained to him as much as possible. "If you are worried about Ling Zun, you can come in and see him. But remember to wash your hands and face in advance, and then rinse your mouth with salt water!"

"Hey, hey, I'll wash, I'll wash it now!" The little fat man Ren Cong was overjoyed and agreed repeatedly. After the words came, he asked casually: "Immortal Master, what about you, do you need to wash it?"

"Me?" Zhang Qian was stunned, and then realized that he had not followed any of the hygiene requirements made by others. He immediately blushed and responded with a sarcastic smile, "Wash, please make me a basin and cup too. Fortunately, the bandage has not been cut, and it is not time to treat the wound for Lingzun."

"Yes, the Immortal Master!" Unexpectedly, he could still check Zhang Qian for the gaps. The fat man was so excited that he even started to tremble his voice.

"You guys keep cutting the bandages, I'll go out. Also, don't call me the immortal master, Zhang Shaolang, or Mr. Zhang, either." He turned his head and gave instructions to Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying, and Zhang Qian stepped out.

"Yes, Zhang, Zhang Shaolangjun!" Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying were both stunned, and then decisively made the right choice.

The young master is a title that only children and grandchildren of an official family can have. If there are no outsiders around, they will call him. Now there is a small Duke who is just like a fake one sitting in the main hall. Don’t commit the taboos you should follow.

"Immortal, Zhang Shaolangjun!" The reaction of the housekeeper Ren Fu was no longer slower than that of Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying. Before other servants "offend" the master, they took the lead in changing their words, "Zhang Shaolangjun wants to clean the noodles, right? The salt water has been prepared for you, Ren Si, Ren Wu, Ren Liu, you guys don't bring the basin and teacup to Zhang Shaolangjun!"

Immediately, a servant surrounded him like stars, holding the basin, holding the cup, serving Zhang Qian to wash his face, wash his hands, and rinse his mouth. Then he brought a brand new hand towel and carefully wiped the water stains on his face and hands.

Zhang Qian was still unable to adapt to being served, especially by a group of big men. He gritted his teeth until he finished rinsing his mouth, quickly separated everyone, turned around and headed straight for the two wooden barrels placed at the door of the ward. "Which one is the wine in it?"

"This, Xian, Mr. Zhang, please see!" Ren Cong, who had just finished washing up, approached happily and lifted a wooden barrel lid for him with his own hands.

"You'd better call me Brother Zhang!" Zhang Qian picked up a wooden spoon from the side and ordered while scooping wine.

"Then, how can that be done? Immortal, Mr. Zhang saved my father's life!" Ren Cong refused to agree, waved his hand and retreated repeatedly.

"I have to say whether I can save you!" Zhang Qian glared at him and added loudly, "Besides, you have helped me before, so I should help you. Unless you think that Zhang is not worthy of making friends with you!"

"Zhang, Zhang, Zhang...Brother Zhang, I'm polite!" His father's life was hanging in the hands of others. Ren Cong dared not disobey. He hesitated for a while before finally calling out the word "Brother Zhang" again.

"The wine is not enough!" Zhang Qian had no time to continue wasting time with him on red tape. He glared at him, put the wine beside his mouth, and tasted it carefully, "I know it's not enough. Don't you have any shochu here? A knife is a kind of shochu that is not the same as the one?!"

"No, I haven't heard of it!" Ren Cong racked his brains and thought desperately, but he didn't think of what a burning knife was, so he had to shake his head honestly.

"The strongest wine in Chang'an City is Liu Lingzui, who is steamed and three brewed. But from what Zhang Shaolangjun said, three bowls are not as good as the gang, and it is still much worse!" Duke Duan Huaijian of the little country wanted to make friends with the masters and took the initiative to add.

"That's it, I can only use salt water!" Zhang Qian threw down the spoon and shook his head regretfully.

Even as a 21st century liberal arts student, he knew a basic common sense that alcohol must reach at least 70 degrees if it wants to disinfect it. The wine that Ren Cong carefully selected was fermented and brewed by grain and had not been purified at all.

To put it more, these wines can reach 11 or 2 degrees, which is similar to the strong beer in later generations. It is not enough to satisfy the cravings of alcoholics, let alone sterilize the wounds!

Just as I was depressed, a scream suddenly came from my ears, "Ah", followed by Ren Yingying's call for help, "Immortal Master, Zhang Shaolangjun, help, help, my grandfather, my grandfather's arm leaks!"

"Don't panic! It's definitely not water!" Zhang Qian was so amazed that he could not hear it. He quickly turned around and took two steps to the sickbed. He saw that the bandages wrapped around Ren Qiong's arm had been removed by Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying. There was a dark yellow liquid at the wound that could not be seen, dripping out.

"Go outside and get a wooden basin to carry it!" Zhang Qian didn't know what the liquid was, but he firmly believed that people would not leak. He first ordered Ren Yingying to move aside, then took out the "Swiss Army Knife" made in Yiwu from his schoolbag, opened one of the thinnest small knives, placed it on the oil lamp that he had forgotten to extinguish, and then used the tip of the knife to gently pick up the wound on Ren Qiong's arm.

"Idiot, it's true that he is taking human life!" Zeyi didn't contact him, and as soon as he contacted him, he couldn't help but whisper.

Given his ability to volunteer in the earthquake-stricken area during the summer vacation of his sophomore year, the organization temporarily arranged for the doctor to take several days to get a shot. It can be seen that the reason why Ren Cong's father fell to this point today is that the doctor who cured his injuries has to bear at least 70% of the responsibility.

The wound was actually very small, with a length of absolutely no more than two centimeters, and was burned with a soldering iron or something. The bleeding must have been effectively stopped at that time. However, I don’t know whether it was the layman who treated the wound or deliberately, but the blood was only covered with the surface of the wound. In this way, the blood did not flow out any further, but the bacteria on the arrow were sealed in the flesh along with the blood stasis. After a long time, it would be strange if it didn’t get inflamed!

However, if you think about the fact that there was a young duke sitting in the main hall, the answer would probably be revealed. The identity of this old manor is not as simple as an ordinary landlord or a businessman. Judging from the situation where he was injured, he could alarm a young duke and an imperial physician. In the future, this person is the kind of "white gloves" that existed in Japan and other countries. He specializes in managing business that is inconvenient for the high-ranking officials and nobles, and then get a piece of the pie. (Note 1: It is about Japan. The river crabs are withdrawn!)

Such an important person, when the accompanying doctor treated him with a soldering iron, how dare he burn him too hard? As a result, it doesn't matter if he is merciless, leaving the bacteria behind. In addition, it is not easy to cover him after being injured, which causes acute inflammation, which almost killed him.

"I saw the wound once before, but there was no pus flowing out at that time! When I saw that the wound surface was intact, the owner Ren was burned into a coma by the evil heat. I also saw that the evil poison had spread across the shoulder bones, so I concluded that the owner Ren's disease was no longer able to be treated by the power of the medicine stone!" I thought that Master Zhang was scolding him, but Sun Anzu had a red face and explained carefully beside him.

"I really don't know how Wu Zetian lived to such an old age!" A secret muttered in his heart. Zhang Qian was completely disappointed with the medical skills of this era. Then, he shook his head again and whispered to the outside: "Ren Cong, find a clean basin, a clean cloth, and bring salt water in!"

"Hey, hey!" Ren Cong's voice sounded against his back, with obvious trembling. It was obvious that he rushed in behind him just now, but he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of disturbing him and saving his father Ren Qiong's life.

"Zhang Shaolangjun, do you need to wash the wound with salt water for the owner Ren? I'm afraid that you can only wash it carefully, and you cannot pull out the evil poison from your shoulders!" Seeing that Master Zhang ignored him, Sun Anzu tentatively reminded him.

"I'm afraid you need to dig all the rotten meat out of the wound!" Zhang Qian gritted his teeth and whispered, "Have you heard of scraping bones to cure poison? Even if you drive the ducks on the shelves today, you have to try it!"

"Scrape the bone to cure poison?" Even though he had a certain adaptability to Zhang Qian's magic, Sun Anzu was still shocked. "Immortal Master, Zhang Shaolangjun knows this magic? I have heard of it, and it is recorded in "The Three Kingdoms"! But since then, people have never seen this magic use for the second time."

"Then do you know if Ma Feisan?" Zhang Qian was disappointed when he heard it, but he still asked unwillingly.

Paracetamol has a certain pain relief effect, but it may not suppress the severe pain when cutting rotten meat. This can be concluded from his experience of toothache when he was a child. Therefore, he can only rely on the legendary ancient prescription.

"I have heard of it, but I have never seen the prescription. This prescription has been lost since the Wei and Jin Dynasties!" Sun Anzu shook his head and responded honestly.

"Where do you know how to prepare the sweat medicine?" If the ancient prescription is not working, he can only seek help from the legend. Zhang Qian continued to ask unwillingly.

"I haven't heard of it!" Sun Anzu knew that the answer would disappoint "Xianshi Zhang" and still responded truthfully.

"Where is Wuma Soup?"

"I haven't heard of it!"

"Mandala tweed can always be found, right?"

"I have heard that there must be no in Chang'an City!"

"Resurrection Grass?"

"I haven't heard of it!"

"Love Flower?"

"After Zhang Shaolangjun's words, what is love flower? Is Shaolangjun talking about aphrodisiac? It is used when breeding animals, and it has no paralysis effect!"

...

He asked all kinds of anesthetics in folk legends, film and television dramas, and martial arts novels one after another, but the answers he got were all no. Zhang Qian finally became completely desperate, slapped the knife on the table, and shouted sternly: "Then you usually show your teeth or clean your wounds, you have to relieve pain! No, that's not, what do you usually use?"
Chapter completed!