Chapter 165 Ning Lingwei brings Yunnan Baiyao

Ning Lingwei!

Standing behind Zhang Zhun is Ning Lingwei, a beautiful girl from Shuiyue Temple in Laoshan!

This monk with hair practice was standing quietly behind Zhang Zhun in a gray-white Taoist robe. The sea breeze blew her Taoist robe, vaguely showing the beautiful curves of the girl. The black and soft hair was blown away in the air, and from time to time, strands of black hair fell on her beautiful cheeks, adding a bit of charm. Whenever she stretched out her hand and wanted to remove the black hair on her face, the black hair was always blown away by the sea breeze. So her hand could only regretfully retract.

Seeing Ning Lingwei, Zhang Zhun felt a little strange. Although she was wearing a Taoist robe and her face looked like an ancient Jingbu. However, Zhang Zhun always felt that she was not like a monk with the green lamp and ancient Buddha. Well, to be honest, she should be in that situation of unfinished relationship. The charm of a girl and the coldness of a monk made her look graceful and graceful, with a unique taste of being unparalleled. This taste is something that no other woman does not have.

Unfortunately, Ning Lingwei seems to have really regarded herself as a monk. In her eyes, Zhang Zhun is not special at all. In the eyes of monks, any appearance is just a pink skeleton. Zhang Zhun is the same. However, in Zhang Zhun's eyes, she can be regarded as a little beauty. Such a beauty actually accompanied the Qinglanguage Buddha, which is really a waste of resources.

Zhang Zhun suddenly felt absurd.

If he wants to save the fate of his father, wife and daughter in his future generations, he must interfere with the course of history as much as possible. In fact, to be precise, as long as it interferes with the fate of the people around him, it may interfere with the course of history. So, I wonder if turning Ning Lingwei from a monk into a non-monk is considered to interfere with the course of history? Amitabha, sins...

"So it's Miss Ning!"

Zhang Zhun came to her and said with a smile.

Ning Lingwei nodded gently, and there was no feeling on Gu Jingbubo's face. She said calmly: "I have prepared the prescription you gave me! I am here to you now!"

Zhang Zhun was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Thank you Miss Ning!"

Ning Lingwei took the bamboo basket from behind and placed it on the beach. Then she took out several white porcelain bottles and handed them to Zhang Zhun's hand.

The Yunnan Baiyao developed by Shuiyue Temple is all encapsulated in a fist-sized porcelain bottle. The surface of the porcelain bottle is white, and the powder inside is not visible. The mouth of the bottle is plugged with a wooden plug, and there is a ball of cotton inside the plug. Zhang Zhun picked up a porcelain bottle, pulled the stopper at the mouth of the bottle, and smelled it carefully. It turned out to be the smell of Yunnan Baiyao. From later generations, he is naturally familiar with this world-famous healing medicine.

The masters of Shuiyue Temple are indeed powerful pharmaceuticals. When I handed over the prescription to them, it was only May. So far, it has been less than three months. They actually copied Yunnan Baiyao in such a short time, which shows the advanced technology of refining medicine. However, if you think about it carefully, you will feel that everything is possible. Well, the secret of Yunnan Baiyao lies in the formula. As long as there is a detailed and complete formula, it should not be very difficult for them.

Zhang Zhun said sincerely: "Miss Ning, thank you!"

With Yunnan Baiyao, it will be much more convenient for the escaping team to deal with trauma in the future. Yunnan Baiyao and white wine can be used for first aid on the battlefield. Based on the experience of later generations, the survival rate of the wounded can be greatly improved. In this era of lack of chemical drugs, Yunnan Baiyao is a very good golden sore medicine. If the output is sufficient, each team must carry at least one bottle.

Ning Lingwei had a expressionless face and Gu Jingbubo said, "You invented the prescription. What are you thanking me for doing?"

Zhang Zhun nodded, without saying anything, and said: "I don't know how much it costs to produce such a bottle of white medicine? Miss Ning, in the future, you Shuiyue'an can concentrate on producing such medicines. I will use money or grain to exchange them with you. What do you think? You can use the excess medicines to save the world and save lives and heal the wounded."

Ning Lingwei said: "It is not easy to get all the medicinal materials together, especially Panax notoginseng, which is only available in the south. The Panax notoginseng stored in our Shuiyue Temple has basically used up all the Panax notoginseng. If you need a lot of Panax notoginseng, you have to help us find Panax notoginseng. As long as the amount of Panax notoginseng is sufficient, the cost is not high. If it is converted into grain, such a bottle of Baiyao will probably cost three stones of grain!"

Zhang Zhun said repeatedly: "It's not expensive, it's not expensive."

The grain of Sanshi is basically only three taels of silver. Such a price is really not expensive at all for Yunnan Baiyao. It even feels a bit cheap. Because for the wounded, no matter how much money it is, it cannot save their lives, and only medicines can be found. If Yunnan Baiyao is delivered early and distributed to the army, then Yang Hongwen's wound can be treated on the spot without delaying time. His injuries will not be so serious. Of course, there is no perfect thing in the world. Shuiyue's house was already very satisfied with the fact that it was able to deliver Yunnan Baiyao to his hands in such a short time.

The last time, the teacher at Shuiyue Temple had made it clear that they would not accept silver, as the silver would hinder their cultivation. Therefore, Zhang Zhun asked people to prepare food. After all, monks also needed food. Ning Lingwei brought a total of ten bottles of white medicine, which could be exchanged for thirty stones of food, about 6,000 kilograms. Ning Lingwei would definitely not be able to take so much food, so naturally Zhang Zhun arranged for people to send it. It was not too far from Maojiatun to Shuiyue Temple in Laoshan, and wheelbarrows and other things could be delivered.

Ning Lingwei completed the task of delivering medicine and said, "Donald Zhang, I'm leaving."

Zhang Zhun looked at her reluctantly, wanting to say something but stopping. Well, in fact, he had no malice, but felt that being called the donor was a bit weird. Especially the other party was such a young girl. At the same time, he really couldn't bear to leave Ning Lingwei. This reluctance had nothing to do with personal emotions. It was purely because of Ning Lingwei's medical skills. The battle with the Tartars had just ended, and there were still a large number of wounded soldiers to deal with, and the doctors were too busy. Now there was a healing hand in front of him. If he didn't ask her for help, it would be a waste!

After pondering for a while, Zhang Zhun said slowly: "Miss Ning, if you have time, can you help me see the wounded? They were all injured in the battle with the Tartars. Our doctor is a little too busy now."

Worried that Ning Lingwei refused, Zhang Zhun emphasized the existence of the Tartars.

According to Zhang Zhun's perception, as long as he is a Han Chinese, he should have a strong resistance to the Tartars.

Sure enough, Ning Lingwei did not refuse, nodded gently, and said readily: "I have time."

Zhang Zhun was overjoyed and hurriedly brought Ning Lingwei to the rear and joined the army that saved lives and helped the wounded.

At this time, the battle had just ended, and the rear of Maojiatun was quite busy, with all kinds of people coming and going. The guards, armed forces, guerrillas, and other military households were all involved. Seeing Zhang Zhun's arrival, the soldiers saluted and gave way, with respect from the heart on their faces. It can be seen that except for the wounded soldiers, the other soldiers were still in a state of excitement. After destroying so many Tartars, they had no reason not to be excited.

Also in an excited state were other people from Fushan Institute. After the battle, they were organized to help the soldiers clean up the battlefield, count the bodies of the Tartars, clean up the bodies of the martyrs of the guard team, and collect all the weapons. The three big gift packs from last night were too powerful. It was very difficult to rely on the guards to clean the battlefield by themselves, and they had to mobilize the whole nation.

After being carried down, the injured soldier was sent to a house in the rear. This was a temporary battlefield medical department. Inside and outside the yard, the doctors were busy dealing with the wounds. There was no distinction between surgical and internal surgery in this era. The same doctor was doing the treatment of the wounds. They usually used red-hot irons to treat the wounds, and then sprinkled with their own prepared powder. Not to mention the effects of these powders, just the iron, is enough to make the wounds die a second time. Even the strongest people couldn't help but moan in pain. When they walked here, no matter how nervous people were, they couldn't help but feel a little chill.

"Sun Feiru!"

Zhang Zhun shouted.

Sun Feiru is a young doctor, my son is a doctor, and his grandfather is also a doctor. In Fushan City, he is also a relatively famous doctor. Sun Feiru is cautious about Zhang Zhun's rebellion. Well, to be precise, Sun Feiru is not willing to join the ranks of "rebels". This crime is too serious, and maybe it is necessary to confiscate the family and exterminate the clan. However, his people have been controlled by Zhang Zhun, and even if they have to oppose it, it is impossible. Since they have no ability to oppose it, they can only treat the wounded conscientiously.

"grown ups."

Hearing Zhang Zhun call him, Sun Feiru hurried over.

"How is the situation?"

Zhang Zhun asked with concern.

“Not very good.”

Sun Feiru's tone is a bit obscure.

He reported that just now, a wounded man had just left the world. From the outbreak of the battle to the present, a total of six wounded men died due to ineffective treatment. Now, three seriously injured men are still dying. Their situation is also quite unoptimistic. They are all shot by rusty arrows, and there are a large amount of rusty iron filings left in the wound. Even if the best magnets are used, they cannot completely clean up the iron filings.

This is very fatal damage.

The arrows of the Tartars use ancient rusty arrows. After being shot into the human body, once they touch bones or other hard places, they will burst and leave a large amount of debris in their bodies. According to Sun Feiru's estimate, these three wounded people may not be able to save their lives.

"I'll take a look."

Ning Lingwei said softly.

"good!"

Zhang Zhun said hurriedly.

The three of them came to the side of the wounded.

Ning Lingwei bent down and carefully inspected the wounded.

Indeed, the rusty arrows of the Tartars left a large amount of rusty iron filings in the human flesh. The magnet can only suck out some of them, and the other iron filings are still deeply hidden in the gaps in the flesh. Sun Feiru and other doctors have no ability to clean up these debris unless... they are cutting all the meat.

Ning Lingwei put down her bamboo basket, selected silver needles from it, and prepared for the movement.

Zhang Zhun was secretly surprised. Could it be that Ning Lingwei actually knew acupuncture? Or, the method of acupuncture can force these iron filings out of the body? Alas, there was not even a surgeon in this era, which was really a bit troublesome! Why didn’t anyone inherit Hua Tuo’s medical skills? If I had known that I had the opportunity to travel through time, I should have browsed the surgical procedures. It seems that it is necessary to teach the various first aid knowledge I have mastered as soon as possible.

Only saw Ning Lingwei pinching the silver needle quietly, inserting it around the wound, and slowly rotating it. Zhang Zhun didn't know much about traditional Chinese medicine, so he naturally couldn't understand what Ning Lingwei was doing. However, Zhang Zhun believed that Ning Lingwei must not be aimless, and he should have enough confidence in her. Sure enough, after a moment, iron filings began to slowly emerge from the wound. Sun Feiru hurriedly took the magnet and sucked the iron filings away.

Ning Lingwei continued to rotate the silver needle, and more iron filings appeared from the wound one after another. After all these iron filings were sucked away, Ning Lingwei pulled out the silver needle, stabbed it in another place, and then continued to rotate gently. Soon after, iron filings slowly emerged. This happened again and again until no iron filings appeared again.

Zhang Zhun did not ask what the principle is. If you explain the professional medical problem, it would definitely not be able to understand it without three or five days. He didn't ask about the process, just the effect. During Ning Lingwei's rotation of the silver needle, Zhang Zhun was thinking about a question: Should he force her to stay? For the guards, she is a real guardian angel!

After Ning Lingwei dealt with a wounded person, she said to Zhang Zhun: "It should be fine if you apply it to him with Yunnan Baiyao."

Zhang Zhun immediately handed Yunnan Baiyao to Sun Feiru: "Use these medicine powders to treat the wound."

Sun Feiru naturally did as he did.
Chapter completed!