Chapter 3 Father and Son (Seven)

"It is indeed necessary to use some anesthetic to faint her first, but it may not necessarily require scraping her bones!" I couldn't stand the rare and strange appearance of the Manichaeist pharmacist Wen Ma. Ning Ziming smiled and explained patiently, "She could move her arms after being injured that day, and the bones must be fine. Now she is sick like this, mainly due to suppuration and infection in the wound, which is what you call a golden sore spasm. So the first priority is to release the pus and blood, and then according to the specific situation, see if the rotten meat near the wound needs to be removed to prevent the spread of poisonous blood from spreading to the whole body!"

He said it well and clearly organized. After hearing it, Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin around him had some confidence out of thin air. Although Wen Ma, a pharmacist in Manichae, was still suspicious, he did not have the courage to insist that Han Jing would die. He frowned and thought for a moment, then looked at Ning Ziming repeatedly, and asked in a deep voice: "You are indeed right, but most of these things are unprecedented in my past. How many years have you learned medical skills and who is your master?"

"My teacher's name is Fuyaozi, and his surname is Chen." Ning Ziming was forced to pull his master Chen Tuan out as a shield. "I have been worshipping him since I was a child, and I don't know how many years I have studied."

"Fu Yaozi, is it the monster that Emei real person?" Wen Ma, the old pharmacist of Manichaeism, was shocked again, and took a few steps back, with a look of alert. "No wonder you are so skilled in medical skills at a young age. That monster used his medical skills to deceive many people to believe in the evil gods! Now he is about to go to the Fire Hell, but he still doesn't know how to change his past!"

"It's not something a well-educated person scolding his master in front of his disciples." Ning Ziming glared at him, suppressed the urge to beat someone, and reminded him with a sneer.

"No matter what, he worships the evil god! The Great God of Light is the only master in heaven and earth!" Wen Ma, the old pharmacist of Manichaeism, blushed slightly, and emphasized with his neck. "Even if he has high medical skills, he will be aiding evil. He will sooner or later go to the fire hell!"

"That's not necessarily! Our hometown is under the jurisdiction of the Jade Emperor. Who dares to cross the boundary? I have to ask whether the Heavenly Soldiers and the Supreme Lord will agree!" Ning Ziming became more and more unhappy as he heard it. He started to fight back. Seeing this, Chai Rong quickly pulled him secretly and interrupted with a smile, "Two, there is no need to fight for these things. It's important to save people, it's important to save people."

"Hmph!" Ning Ziming immediately realized that he was now on the territory of Manichaeism, suppressing his anger, turned around and cleaned the silverware he made with wine.

Wen Ma, the old Manichaeist pharmacist, also knew that he was incompetent. He took a few breaths and stopped talking. However, in his heart, he couldn't help but remember when he was young. As his master sneaked into the Central Plains to spread the teachings of the Great Light with the help of medical skills, he was directly driven out of the past outside the Great Wall by a group of stinky Taoist priests who believed in evil gods. He was mixed with emotion.

However, whether it is depressed or resentful, with his current status and cultivation, he would not count the old accounts on Chen Tuan's disciples. He just felt that the young man was disliked, so he cheered up all his energy and stared at the man's every move, hoping to pick out a few big sticks from the egg.

Ning Ziming had time to compete with him? Seeing that the old pharmacist stopped making trouble for himself, he immediately continued to make orderly preparations before rescue. He pulled the white cloth he had just bought into strips, boiled it one by one with rolled salt water, wrung it out and hung it in the sun. He also packed the candles, mirrors and other objects, and directed people to put it into Han Jing's tent.

After a moment, several dead soldiers came in to report and said that the medicine had been thick. Ning Ziming immediately made a gesture to Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin, indicating that they were going to heal Han Jing with him. The old pharmacist Wen Mai searched for a long time but found any mistakes. He felt very unwilling, gritted his teeth, and followed the three of them.

"Master, please stay for the time being if you are a female family!" Zhao Kuangyin couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly turned around, spread his arms, blocking the old pharmacist's way.

"I am already eighty-four years old this year!" The old pharmacist Wen Ma immediately realized his recklessness, blushed over his ears, and defended in a low voice, "I am showing her injuries an hour ago. I am also a pharmacist after all, and I am a pharmacist. If you go in and fight, you will definitely be better than you, a clumsy man!"

"You, you..." Zhao Kuangyin had no reason to refuse, but he was afraid that this person would make trouble for his third brother after entering, which would delay the treatment of Jing Niang. He frowned, and his palms kept opening and closing on both sides of his body.

"Let him come in! Otherwise, you might even make something wrong in a while!" While he was hesitating whether to move, Ning Ziming's instructions came from the tent. It was not high, but it was inconcealable.

"Look, your third brother knows that I can definitely help!" The old pharmacist Wen Ma was overjoyed. Without waiting for Zhao Kuangyin to make way, he lowered his head and crawled under the other party's arm.

After entering the door, I immediately felt that the light was magnificent in front of me. However, there were more than twenty large and small mirrors, which lined up a whole circle around the tent, gathering the sunshine in the sky and the candlelight from all over the hospital bed.

On the hospital bed, Han Jing was already as angry as a fucking silk. The wounded arm exposed outside the quilt kept emitting a fishy smell, which was thick and strong, and even the smell of the medicine soup just made could not be suppressed.

The old pharmacist Wen Ma was fumigated and his stomach rolled. Then, he began to doubt whether Ning Ziming's previous words were deliberately bullying each other. However, before he could sarcastically, the other party's command was heard in his ears, and he was calm and calm. "Everyone, use the cup at the door to rinse his mouth with strong wine. After rinsing, he vomited it immediately and was not allowed to drink it. Big brother, second brother, after you two rinsed your mouth, tied Sister Jing Niang's injured arm to the newly tied ash pole on the bedside. Master, please find a candlestick there after rinsing your mouth and hold it at the patient's feet!"

"Okay!" Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin nodded immediately without hesitation.

The old pharmacist Wen Ma originally wanted to protest, but when the other two chose to obey, he had to suppress the irritability in his heart and turn around to execute the order.

In a moment, Han Jing's injured arm was carefully tied by Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin. Ning Ziming walked forward, first opened the patient's eyelids and looked at it, then took the pulse of the other party with his fingers, slanted his ears and felt his breathing, frowned, and whispered: "I just bought a bottle of medicinal wine, and the ginseng is soaked in it. Second brother, you can use a spoon to fill her with a few spoons. Remember, move quickly and don't choke her!"

"Yes!" Zhao Kuangyin agreed loudly like a soldier going to the battle. He walked to the table at the door of the tent in three steps, poured out half a bowl of a bottle of ginseng wine specially sold to wealthy families to replenish qi and blood, brought it back to the hospital bed, and carefully fed it into Han Jing's mouth.

"It's almost done, brother, give this bowl of medicine to your second brother and let him feed it to Jingniang!" Ning Ziming carefully observed the patient's reaction after taking ginseng wine with the help of candlelight and sunlight, and continued to whisper.

"Yes!" Chai Rong agreed happily like his soldiers. Then he brought the already cool Mafei powder and handed it to Zhao Kuangyin with both hands.

Zhao Kuangyin exchanged the medicine with him in an empty bowl, and then fed Han Jing according to Ning Ziming's instructions. Spoon after spoon, each spoon seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds. After feeding a bowl of Ma Fei San, he was so tired that he was as if he was seven in and seven out of the army of thousands of horses, exhausted.

Ning Ziming did not understand his hard work at all. He looked at the patient's reaction and ordered loudly, "Okay, brother, go and put the cooked white cloth strips in. Then he stood at the door and kept the wind in. No one was allowed to break in. Second brother, put down the medicine bowl and use this silver scissor to cut Sister Jing Niang's cuffs!"

Chai Rong smiled knowingly and turned around and left. Zhao Kuangyin took up the silver scissors washed with wine as he said, and cut Jingniang's sleeves.

However, at the critical moment, the five fingers of his right hand were as soft as noodles. After repeatedly using his strength several times, he could not cut his sleeves apart.

"Let's go, I'll do it!" Seeing that he was so nervous, Ning Ziming had to shake his head, snatch the scissors, and start himself.

The sharp scissors cut the sleeves that had long been soaked in thick blood, revealing a still swollen arm, and black air filled the air from the wrist to the shoulder blades.

Seeing this, Ning Ziming couldn't help but shake his head again. He moved the scissors and continued to cut off the bandage on his arm. In a blink of an eye, the entire appearance of the wound was exposed outside. On the black and translucent big arm, there was a half-inch-long knife wound, grinning. Several balls could not tell whether it was flesh or thick juice, like fish in midsummer, rushing to the outside of the wound.

"Hiss--!" Even though he was ready, Ning Ziming still took a breath.

When Zhao Kuangyin, who was standing next to him, his body immediately felt as if he was struck by lightning. He shook his third brother and grabbed his third brother's shoulder, "Ru, how can he save him? Third brother, you, you told me just now that he would definitely save her!"

"It should not be difficult to save her, but this arm..." Ning Ziming's shoulder pain was sore that his head turned his head and glanced at Zhao Kuangyin, and said in a deliberate voice.

"It might as well, even if I lack an arm, I want her. I will keep her for the rest of my life and never let her down!" Zhao Kuangyin immediately withdrew his hand that was caught on Ning Ziming's shoulder, carried it behind his back, and sweared loudly.

"That won't be enough, at most a big scar is left! If you apply pearl powder for a few years, you may not be able to see it!" Ning Ziming smiled at him and stopped deliberately teasing people.

"Puff!" Chai Rong, who was standing at the door, and Wen Mai, the old pharmacist who was holding candles at the foot of the bed, were amused and smiled.

Zhao Kuangyin immediately knew that he had been deceived, and his face was flushed with shame. He waved his hand and urged loudly, "Treat quickly, treat quickly, when is it time for you bad-hearted guy? Are you still kidding me about my brother?!"

"I'm afraid that you will not be able to stand your temper for a while and will always cause trouble for me! You know, when you move the knife later, every time you touch me, it's like using the knife to cut Sister Jing's bones directly!" Ning Ziming put away his smile and emphasized seriously.

"No, no, I will never again! Third brother, don't worry. If I dare to touch you again, just let me, alas! Just stab me with a knife!" Zhao Kuangyin then understood Ning Ziming's true intention, was shy and afraid, and raised his hand and promised loudly.

"Then I believe you once!" Ning Ziming glanced at him meaningfully, turned around to get his tools, salt water, soju, and the medicine soaked in wine.

With the light and sunlight, he first dipped a white cloth into some clean salt water and washed the pus and blood from the wound. Then he washed his hands again, grabbed the knife, and cut into the festering wound with one size fits, half an inch deep.

Han Jing, who was in a coma, just frowned slightly. Zhao Kuangyin, who was standing next to him, seemed to have his heart cut by a knife, screaming in a low voice, "Ah-!" After all, he still remembered Ning Ziming's reminder, quickly raised his left hand and covered his mouth and nose. He was about to reach Ning Ziming's right hand, and he suddenly retracted and slapped himself in a big mouth!

"Bang--!" The slap was loudly. This time, Zhao Kuangyin finally woke up. He gritted his teeth and took two steps back, knocked his toes, and looked at the silver knife in Ning Ziming's hand from afar. His arms and thighs were no longer dared to move at all.

Ning Ziming turned a blind eye to the movements behind him, as if he had already treated thousands of the same wounds. He was familiar with it and used a knife to expand the wound upward and downward several points until red blood dripped out, and then put down the silver knife, grabbed the brush, and applied the four-leaf heartbreaking grass juice soaked in wine to the wound one by one.

It's strange that the green heartbreaking grass juice turned out to be the nemesis of pus and blood and rotten meat. As the brush moved, the effect was almost immediately. The gray-yellow pus and blood were quickly washed clean. The rotten meat that had been rotten for many days was also burned by poisonous wine and continued to shrink, hanging on both sides of the center of the wound like a dry snot.

Ning Ziming put down the poisoned wine, picked up another handful of washed silver scissors, cut them along the wound he had just expanded, and cut them all away and cut them off. Then he soaked a light white squid bone in the wine, which was frustrated back and forth in the place where the most severe rotten was before. When he encountered new dead meat, he picked up the next set of scissors washed by the wine...

Time passed quickly, and the sunlight above the head quickly began to darken. But the candlelight around it became brighter and brighter, gathered in a place by a mirror to illuminate every face next to the sickbed, as well as the injured arm that had clean blood flowed out again, and the meticulous and busy hands in front of the injured arm.

It is very white, slightly thick, and the nails of ten fingers are all clean and neatly built. It is hard to imagine that such a pair of hands often holding steel whip is so clever. Whether it is a two-inch-long silver knife or a three-inch-long scissor, it works like flying when grasped in these hands.

"Bo, Bow, Bow, Bow! Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow! Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow!" Zhao Kuangyin felt that his heart was beating like crazy, as if he could jump out of his throat at any time. However, he did not dare to make any sound, nor did he raise his arm, and beat his chest. The third brother was saving Jing Niang's life, and he had not comforted himself with lies before! He, he did know the magical technique of scraping the bone to cure poison! He had cut off most of the dead flesh on Jing Niang's upper arm! Where did he learn such a brilliant skill! He, he is really a lucky star for everyone!

"Bo, Bow, Bow, Bow! Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow! Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow!" At the same time, the heart of the old Manichaeologist was also beating wildly. Ma Fei San, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow!" As the same time, the heart of the old Manichaeologist was also beating wildly. Ma Fei San, scraping the bone to cure poison, and silver cutting and cutting, these are all magical skills that have been lost for thousands of years! If you can learn it, it will definitely accelerate the spread of the teachings of the Great Light God ten times.

Use magic skills to treat ordinary people, use medical ethics and medical skills to attract believers. Use life-saving grace to make believers take the initiative to contribute money. Then use money to buy more medicine to save more people..., if you repeat this cycle, how can you worry about the great Light Church not being able to revive?

The arm that raised the candlestick was already sore and soft. The old pharmacist Wen Ma, but he did not dare to relax. He did not dare to make any sound or make any moves, for fear that his behavior of stealing the teacher would be discovered by others and would be expelled from the door. He did not even dare to blink his eyes, and his eyes were welded tightly on the hands of the young miracle doctor, following the movement of his palms and fingers, and refused to leave a trace!

As the big hands moved, the deepest rotten meat in the patient's wound was cleaned bit by bit, revealing the white fascia and light powder muscles. Ning Ziming suddenly stretched, threw down the knife, scissors and squid bones, picked up clean salt water again, and washed the wound repeatedly.

"It's done?" Chai Rong, who was standing at the door, was the farthest away. He couldn't see most of Ning Ziming's movements, so he felt the most relaxed. Seeing that his third brother suddenly straightened his waist, he suddenly felt happy on his face, and he leaned in front of the sickbed two steps and asked tentatively.

"Fortunately, I should be able to protect her arm!" Ning Ziming turned around and smiled at him, his face full of fatigue.

"Can you save your arm?! Then, what about her life?! Her life should, should, and there will be no problem! Third brother!" Zhao Kuangyin's body shook suddenly, his eyes widened, and his voice was as hoarse as iron pieces.

"What do you think?" Ning Ziming glared at him and asked in anger. He turned his head and picked up the needle and thread that had been boiled in boiling water with his fingers and soaked in salt water. "Don't bother me, come and see it yourself! Be careful to keep your mouth away and don't exhale at the wound!"

"Oh, ah!" Zhao Kuangyin agreed without any tricks and staggered toward the sickbed. He then stepped out his left leg, suddenly his knees weakened and he lay directly on the ground.

"Be careful!" Chai Rong quickly looked at it, and rushed over and grabbed Zhao Kuangyin so that he would not touch Ning Ziming's clothes. The entrance was cold and sticky. He looked down and then suddenly realized that his second brother's clothes had been soaked in sweat, and he could not find an inch of dryness all over his body.

I raised my head and peeked at Ning Ziming. The one I saw was also a wet spine. It was obvious that the previous use of the bone scraping and poison treatment technique seemed extremely relaxed from a distance. In fact, for the caster, the difficulty was no less than that of a fierce battle on the battlefield.

"Fortunately, Sister Jing Niang likes to practice martial arts and her body is much stronger than that of an ordinary woman." While she was feeling, she heard Ning Ziming whispering. "Second brother, you will stay here for a while and observe her movements at any time. If she can wake up before the evening, feed her some goat milk and ginseng wine. Try not to drink Ma Fei San again, unless she is so painful that she can't stand it!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Zhao Kuangyin nodded like pounding garlic, struggled with Chai Rong's arm, and his eyes passed by around Ning Ziming's body from the side and looked at Jing Niang's arm.

I saw my third brother flying ten fingers, neatly sewing the wound that had no longer had pus and blood with needles and threads. Only at the bottom, a shallow hole was left.

Ning Ziming stretched again, took the common golden medicine from the table, and applied a thin layer on the wound. Then he gently wrapped the wound with a boiled white cloth. After everything was finished, he stepped back several feet, grabbed another piece of white cloth and wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled, and gasped, "There is another soup medicine specially used to clean up the remaining poison in the body. Second brother, remember to feed her three meals a day. There is licorice inside, and it smells very different from Ma Fei San. You must not mess it up!"

"Yes, yes, don't worry!" Zhao Kuangyin was so happy that he even wanted to raise his tailbone. He agreed repeatedly, rushed to the sickbed, and kept bowing. "Zi Ming, Zi Ming, I, I, my life, in the future..."

"Save it, second brother. Are you not afraid of others' jokes? You dare to give up your life for the sake of your beloved woman!" Ning Ziming shook his head and joked with a smile.

"I'm not afraid, whoever likes to talk!" Zhao Kuangyin smiled embarrassedly, "I, I just want Jing Niang, as long as Jing Niang comes alive!"

Turning back, he looked reluctantly at Han Jing on the sickbed. The other party was still in a drowsy state, but the black air on his face had completely dissipated. A faint blood color came out from the girl's unique round cheeks, which was a bit beautiful and dazzling.

"Full out!" I couldn't stand his love-like appearance, Chai Rong whispered, helped Ning Ziming up, and slowly walked out the door.

The sun outside had already set in the west. This difficult treatment seemed to be useless, but in fact, it took an hour and a half. Both brothers were hungry and smiled at each other and went out of the hospital to find a restaurant. Unexpectedly, after walking through the two tents, a burst of footsteps came into their ears again, but it was Wen Ma, the old Manichae pharmacist, who was chasing with a smile on his face.

"What advice does the master have?" Chai Rong immediately became alert, turned his head, placed his arms beside him, and stood with his legs spread forward and backward, asking with a smile.
Chapter completed!