Two green Dongfeng Warrior Off-road vehicles were parked in the courtyard, and there was no license plate number on the car.

Song Jian glanced a few times, then stopped the car, walked into a small sanatorium ahead with Li Mengya.

A solemn aura locked on me.

Song Jian did not retreat at all and walked forward strode forward. Song Jian was still coming and going freely in the Song Dynasty Palace back then, let alone this small sanatorium. Perhaps the bodyguards today are much more powerful than the palace guards in the past, but that is when there is a gun. If we only talk about the strength and momentum, how could these bodyguards compare with the great masters of the Song Dynasty back then!

Behind a window on the second floor, the old man in old military uniform couldn't help but say "huh" when he saw Song Jian's expression.

Li Mengya took Song Jian and walked forward quickly, went up the second floor, and came outside a ward.

Two men in military uniforms stretched out their arms and stopped Song Jian and Li Mengya.

"I'll come to see my grandfather. This is the doctor I've found." Li Mengya explained.

The two men in military uniforms did not retreat.

"Let them go in," a man walked out of the room next to him, with flat head, gray hair, and hard beard covering his chin. He was wearing an old military uniform, and he was arrogant without anger, giving people a calm and sharp feeling.

When Song Jian saw this person, his first feeling was that this person was very strong!

"Grandpa Pan, I... I took the doctor to see my grandfather." Li Mengya said, and couldn't wait to push the ward open.

There was a blue translucent plastic cloth space in the ward. Li Mengya's grandfather was lying in the sterile space in the blue cloth city. Two young nurses wearing long-sleeved nurse uniforms were sitting upright on the chair beside him.

Seeing Li Mengya and Song Jian come in, the two nurses said, "I'm sorry, this is a sterile ward, please go to change clothes and disinfect first."

"No."

Lanbri, an old voice came.

Li Mengya's tears fell again.

"Removing this blue cloth, there is no difference between having and not having it." The old man's voice sounded, very weak, but very majestic. Even though the order was very unruly, the two nurses still did it.

Song Jian took two steps forward and looked at the hospital bed. On the bed, an old man in his sixties was lying straight. He was wearing shorts and short sleeves, with a thin towel covering his belly. The flesh and blood were completely rotten above the knee of the old man's left leg. The blue cloth was removed, and the strong smell of rotten smell reached Song Jian's nose. The smell was very similar to the rotten smell of a dead body.

Song Jian stared at the rotten part for a few glances, then looked up and looked at the old man.

The old man's beard was shaved very cleanly, his eye sockets were a little stuck, and there was a lot of less flesh on his cheeks, but even though his condition was so serious, the old man still had the aura of a superior person!

"How is it, young man." The old man spoke first, with a three-point smile on his lips, as if he was afraid that Song Jian would be nervous, so he deliberately relaxed the atmosphere.

Song Jian also smiled and said, "Old man, I think it's not too serious. Treat it immediately, and you should be 70% sure you will be cured."

"Really?" Li Mengya walked to Song Jian's side suddenly and grabbed Song Jian's arm with both hands.

The old man on the bed was not as excited as Li Mengya. He just smiled and said, "I'm quite confident. Tell me, what's going on with my legs?"

Song Jian shook his head slightly and said, "I have no way to guess the reason, but I think it's because you were injured in your knee and you were hit by some toxin. This toxin causes your wound to ulcerate. Moreover, since it is not a muscle ache caused by bacterial infection, no matter how good the antibiotic is, it will be useless."

"Oh?" The old man on the bed was very calm. Even though he was weak, his aura was still very strong. "Every doctor knows what you said, but it's not easy to treat, haha."

Song Jian turned around and looked at it, saying, "Old man, I want to discuss with your attending doctor. I think if the attending doctor has no other way, maybe I can take my treatment method."

The old man waved to a female nurse beside him. The female nurse pressed on the wall and said, "Doctor Zhang, Chief, please come here."

Not long after, a slightly fat middle-aged doctor walked in. The doctor was wearing thick black-framed glasses and was a little short and fat, but at first glance, he gave people a sense of knowledge.

"Chief." The doctor greeted the old man on the bed.

The old man said, "Xiao Zhang, this young man said he could treat my legs."

"Hmm?" Doctor Zhang was stunned and turned to look at Song Jian. He did not look down on Song Jian because he was young. "Hello, my name is Zhang Xiang, and I am a personal disciple of the late National Medical Master Li Zhenyu."

Song Jian and Zhang Xiang shook hands briefly and said, "What is Mr. Li's current treatment plan?"

Seeing that Song Jian did not introduce his background, Zhang Xiang came up and asked about his treatment plan. He was a little disliked, but now there are too many arrogant young people, so Zhang Xiang didn't take it seriously, saying: "All treatment plans cannot effectively prevent the expansion of rotten meat, so there is currently...there is no treatment plan for the time being."

Song Jiandao: "Since that's the case, I have a solution, but the method is a bit disgusting. I'll tell you to listen."

Zhang Xiang nodded.

Song Jiandao: "I think no matter what toxin is causing the wound to rot, it is estimated that it will be difficult to develop a special drug for this toxin in a short period of time."

Zhang Xiang said "yes".

Seeing that the attending doctor was so easy to speak, Song Jian couldn't help but sigh that the attending doctor who could treat the elderly in bed must have a very high status, but a doctor with such a high status could also humbly listen to a young boy talking about his condition. It can be seen that this person's heart and his belly were quite wide. If it were an attending doctor in an ordinary hospital, he would have scolded Song Jian a long time ago when he heard Song Jian talk so well.

"Well, since there is no special medicine, we can only treat the symptoms carefully at this stage. To remove the rotten meat, we need to dissolve the rotten meat and produce new meat." Song Jian said.

Zhang Xiang frowned and said, "You are right. It's just that it's difficult to dissolve these rotten meat. If you undergo surgery, even if the rotten muscle tissue is cut off, the blood and flesh on the wound will continue to rot. Antibiotics are useless, and the blood-activating and stasis-removing drugs on Chinese medicine are very effective. Now, you use scrub the wound with safflower Panax notoginseng every day, but it can only delay some of the disease."

Song Jian nodded and said, "It seems that our methods are the same, we all need to remove blood stasis and produce new things. Of course, ordinary drugs to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis have no effect, but Dr. Zhang forgot one method, maggots."

"Maggot?" Zhang Xiang and Li Mengya asked at the same time.

Song Jian nodded, "Now the muscles on Mr. Li's legs are rotten too seriously. Ordinary blood-activation and blood-removing drugs cannot take effect at all, so they can only use extraordinary methods. You also know that maggots have the characteristics of swallowing rotten flesh and swelling blood. While they swallow the rotten flesh, they can also promote the circulation of normal blood. In fact, it is common for us ancient doctors to treat this serious muscle disease. Because the hygiene conditions in ancient times were not good, many people suffered from this disease, and the efficacy of maggots in curing diseases has also been tested by history."

After hearing this, Li Mengya opened her mouth blankly, staring at Song Jian without blinking.

However, Zhang Xiang stomped his feet suddenly, and his fleshy palm slapped Song Jian's shoulder.

"You are right! If my master is still alive, he will definitely come up with this treatment method, but I forgot about this folk treatment method! What you said makes so reasonable!" Zhang Xiang's flesh palm slapped Song Jian's shoulder three times in a row.

Fortunately, Song Jian took the marrow washing pill, otherwise he would have been vomited blood by Zhang Xiang.

"Old Mr. Li, can you accept this treatment?" Song Jian asked. After all, it is a civilized society, and most people can't help it.

"Haha, I'm dying, and I still care about this difficulty. Zhang Xiang, since you think it's effective, let's work with this... this young man to develop treatment methods." The old man on the bed showed a smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile was very light, and he was not excited because he had hope of survival.

Zhang Xiang pulled Song Jian out of the ward and arrived at an office. Song Jian quickly told him his treatment plan. This treatment method was used by Song Jian during the Song Dynasty, so this time he was familiar with it. After designing a plan to remove maggots, Song Jian casually wrote two prescriptions for promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, and regenerating muscle. He handed it to Zhang Xiang and told Zhang Xiang to use it cross-used.

Zhang Xiang took a look, then stared at Song Jian with surprise. If the maggot treatment method at the beginning was just a light of Song Jian's spirit, the two prescriptions that were prescribed are enough to reflect Song Jian's profound traditional Chinese medicine skills. This skill is much better than Zhang Xiang's teacher Li Zhenyu!

In the ward, Li Mengya knelt in front of the hospital bed, holding the old man's hand with both hands, "Grandpa, grandpa, you really have saved it, you have saved it!"

The old man touched Li Mengya's hair lovingly, "Well, my Xiaoya, don't be sad, grandpa will not die. Look, grandpa said that he would only close his eyes when he saw Xiaoya get married and have a baby."

"Grandpa!" Li Mengya buried her head and cried.

At the door of the ward, Grandpa Pan, wearing an old military uniform, stood quietly. At this moment, a smile appeared on his ancient well-like face. He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the corners of his eyes. Too many times of life and death snuggling together, the two old men had already regarded each other's lives as their own.

Song Jian just did something very ordinary, with a calm expression. He walked out of the office, entered the ward, and said to Li Mengya: "Officer Li, we have agreed that as long as I can relieve your grandfather's illness, you will teach me the shooting technique."

Li Mengya turned her face with tears in her nose and tears, nodding at Song Jian, "Yeah, I will fulfill my agreement. As long as Dr. Zhang's treatment plan comes out, I will teach you."

Song Jian shrugged and said, "Okay, I guess it will be fine soon."

"Young man, you have good medical skills. How do you want to learn shooting?" The old man surnamed Pan, who was standing at the door, suddenly asked, his voice calm and cold.

"Maybe it can be used," Song Jian gave the old man a bright smile.

Old Man Pan nodded. He spent twenty minutes investigating Song Jian's background, but these twenty minutes also made Old Man Pan know all the difficulties Song Jian is facing at present.

"You saved Old Li's life, so if you need it, I can remove the leopard head for you and uproot it." Old Man Pan suddenly spoke.

Song Jian's eyes changed, "You investigate me? Do you know?"

"No need to be so cautious. I'm afraid there is a problem with your identity." Old Man Pan said without changing his expression.

Song Jian glanced at the old man, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, if you need it, I will ask you for help."

Song Jian did not directly ask Old Man Pan to kill Leopard Head, because Song Jian knew that once Old Man Pan took action to kill Leopard Head, then there would be a clear relationship between him and Grandpa Li Mengya. Song Jian did not like to owe others favors, but he liked others owe him favors. Therefore, dealing with a Leopard Head may not be used with the old man in front of him.

The favors of this old man will be of great use in the future!
Chapter completed!