As the saying goes, experts will know if they have any. These two moves are much more clever than Zhang Qian's fragmentary appearance just now. The latter felt guilty and quickly praised in a low voice: "Dr. Sun has good skills! If he had known this, he would have asked you to perform this operation on him!"

"It's not that I have good abilities, but that I'm the young man's sword!" Sun Anzu refused to take credit, shook his head, and responded in a low voice, "I've never treated people's wounds before, and I've never been as easy as I do today."

While speaking, he turned the blade sideways and slowly turned against the edge of the wound. He cut off the last thin layer of infected muscle, then raised his head, looked at Zhang Qian with anticipation, and urged in a low voice: "Young man, it's over here. If you want to remove evil poison, please..."

"Wash the wound twice with salt water. If you have any hemostatic medicine, you can apply some to it." As he recalled the emergency treatment process of the wound he had seen when he was a volunteer, Zhang Qian shouted. Then, he turned his head to his schoolbag and quickly took out a whole piece of cephalosporin capsule.

This is his true confidence. He lived in an era of abuse of antibiotics until the state ordered the ban on "trading antibiotics without prescriptions", Cephalo capsules were the panacea for orphans. From respiratory infections to injuries caused by fighting, there was nothing he dared to use Cephalo capsules to deal with. If one doesn't work, eat more.

The bacteria in the Tang Dynasty must have not yet formed resistance. Therefore, with the cephalosporin capsule in his hand, he believed that he was at least half sure to suppress the infection in the fat man's father's body.

"Immortal Master, this, this is...?" Sun Anzu was shocked by the ten transparent plastic shells and the brightly colored capsules inside. After a long time, he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"I am not an immortal master, and I dare not be your elder! You are old, just call me my name!" In view of the beautiful "knife skills" shown by the other party just now, Zhang Qian was unwilling to pretend to be a ghost in front of this person, smiled and explained in a low voice: "As for this thing, although it has been flattened a little, it does not affect the efficacy of the medicine. It can be used to deal with wound infection."

After saying that, he quickly cut the medicine board with scissors, tore open the tin foil sealing paper, took out two deformed capsules, stuffed them into Ren Qiong's mouth. Then he took another cup of salt water and slowly sent the capsules into the other party's throat.

"It just so happens that the old owner of the manor is lucky!" Sun Anzu blinked desperately, trying hard to persuade himself not to continue to dig into the bottom line.

The evil heat does not subside, so there are just two pills that suppress the evil heat within a quarter of an hour. The evil poison is difficult to treat, so there are just ten pills to remove the poison. This old owner of Ren was very lucky! The urgently needed life-saving things are just here for Mr. Zhang!

The first time he performed a surgery on his gourd, Zhang Qian was exhausted and had no energy to pay attention to Sun Anzu's reaction. While looking through Ren Qiong's eyelids and observing the patient's condition, he ordered, "The medicine takes about an hour, and it takes about half an hour! If you want to completely clean up the infection in his body, you probably have to take it for at least three days. Has the hemostatic medicine been applied? After it is applied, he will suture it. By the way, you can suture the wound? You have the corresponding needle and thread!"

"I've been on it, I've been on it!" The short time it took to remove evil poison again was so shocked that Sun Anzu nodded like a chicken pecking at the broken rice. Then, he suddenly understood Zhang Qian's second half of the sentence, and glared at him again, and blurted out in surprise, "Can the wound be sutured? Like sewing clothes?"

"Of course, you haven't sewed it?" Unable to understand Sun Anzu's performance, Zhang Qian frowned and asked.

"No, no!" Sun Anzu felt guilty as if the student was visited by the head teacher at home. He blushed and replied in a low voice, "Your High School, please give me some advice. I'll use a soldering iron before."

"There is nothing to give me some advice. Just like sewing clothes, try to sew the skin together for him, leaving a gap as big as a chopstick at the bottom to eliminate blood stasis." I have been disappointed many times. Zhang Qian didn't know how to sew wounds when the doctors of this era did not understand wound sewing, and didn't think anything strange. He smiled and explained to the other party softly.

Then, he looked down at Ren Yingying, whose eyes were closed and sweating profusely, and said with a smile: "Okay, open your eyes, the wound has basically been treated. Go and help Doctor Sun find a pair of needles and threads. Remember to scald it with boiling water and then send it in!"

"Yes, yes, immortal master!" Ren Yingying struggled to stand up and slowly walked out. She just stepped over the doorway and almost fell down. Thanks to Ren Quan's hand and eyes were fast outside, he quickly helped him to avoid making a fool of himself.

"And you, get up too, the wound is treated!" A surgery that was driven to the shelves was exhausted. Zhang Qian had no time to sympathize with Ren Yingying. He kicked Ren Cong, who was paralyzed on the floor and could faint at any time, and ordered with a smile, "Get up and get the medicine for Ling Zun, I will teach you how to use it!"

"Hey, hey!" Ren Cong moaned and opened his eyes and tried hard to stand up. He failed several times in succession. He had to hold Zhang Qian's sleeve with his hand, "Xian, Brother Zhang, I, my legs are numb!"

"Look at your cowardly!" Zhang Qian whispered and stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground. He first helped him sit on the stool beside the bed, and then stuffed the remaining half of the cephalosporin into his hand. "I just fed Ling Zun. I need to feed him once every morning and evening, two every time, until I finish eating. Use scissors to cut it from here and eat the capsules inside. This is the elixir you mentioned!"

"Hey, hey!" The little fat man Ren Cong seemed to understand but didn't understand, and just nodded repeatedly.

"And this!" Zhang Qian took out a large half of the fever-reducing medicine from his schoolbag, left two pills for himself, and gave all the rest to the fat man Ren Cong. "One pill every three hours, which means that the evil heat will not recur. Don't give Ling Zun another meal. Try to save some, I only have these pills, and after I finish eating, it will never be gone!"

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" The little fat man realized how precious the medicine was. He held two capsules in his hands and kowtowed to Zhang Qian.

When Zhang Qian saw this, he quickly reached out to hold him, shook his head with a smile, "Don't kowtow, if you kowtow, your friend will not do it in the future. Put away the medicine, hurry up and wipe the sweat on your face, and then someone will give you a set of clean clothes to change it. Otherwise, if Ling Zun's illness is cured, you should be sick."

"Don't knock, don't knock!" The little fat man was grateful and excited. He cried and stuffed the medicine into his chest with close body pocket. He turned around, straightened his back and walked out the door with great strides.

Since he was twelve years old, he was regarded as a prodigal son by his whole family. Although he had no shortage of money, no one had ever given him any respect. Especially in the pursuit of "experts" to become a disciple, he was treated as a joke by his whole family. However, except for his half-sister Ren Yingying, no one else said it.

But today, it was the "expert" friend he had met accidentally. He used his wonderful hands to save his father and gave him all the magic medicine that he could not buy in the world. How could he not be grateful? How could he not feel proud?

"Oh" Looking at the wet back of the little fat man, Zhang Qian couldn't help but sigh softly.

He himself is an orphan, without parents, siblings, but he has never felt the struggle between his relatives. As for the little fat man, I am afraid that in the Renjiazhuang, except for his father, only Little Lajiao Ren Yingying is better to him. How many others have given him a little sincerity?

"Immortal, Mr. Zhang, I have a saying that I don't know whether to say it or not!" As I was feeling, the voice of the imperial physician Sun Anzu suddenly came from my ears. This time, I did not call myself a junior.

"After saying that, what's wrong with talking about?" Zhang Qian responded casually when he was confused by the other party's question.

"Then I'm talking too much!" Sun Anzu washed his hands with salt water and solemnly clasped his fists at Zhang Qian, "Zhang Shaolangjun, how many magical medicine do you have on hand?"

"It's gone!" Unexpectedly, the other party actually had the idea of ​​the capsule in his hand. Zhang Qian immediately raised his vigilance, frowned, and responded in a deep voice, "Didn't you see it just now? I gave all the rest to Ren Cong!"

"That's good, that's good!" Sun Anzu smiled and bowed to him again, then turned around and carefully checked the patient's condition. From head to toe, you should be as serious as possible. If it seems okay, please ask the readers to vote and collect it. The data is so bleak, and you are almost hit to the point of being unconfident.
Chapter completed!