Chapter 15: The wound is inflamed ()

Sure enough, after nightfall, the man who had been sleeping in the cabin made a hum.

Zhang Yang suddenly woke up and sat up.

Light the lantern and walked to the man in the dim light.

There was no kerosene in this era. The lantern was just a small porcelain bowl with soybean oil inside. The smoke was very large and not bright.

Zhang Yang touched his forehead, and it was a little hot.

Have a fever!

Fever is a symptom of inflammation of the wound.

"Brother, what's wrong with him?" Shid also woke up.

"His wound may be inflamed," said Zhang Yang.

"What? What?" asked Shid.

Only then did Zhang Yang remember that this inflammation was a Western medicine saying, and in this era, there was no such thing as inflammation.

"It means that the wound may become purulent and cause fever," Zhang Yang explained.

"Is that so? Let's take a look." Shid said.

Zhang Yang held up the lantern and Shide pulled up the man's back clothes. Sure enough, the wound that had stopped bleeding turned slightly red, and there could be seen a faint blue thing inside.

"Well, it's likely that it will fester tomorrow." Shid said.

If the wound is ulcerated, it will make people unable to survive or die. Whether it can heal depends on everyone's luck. Sometimes, you have to amputate your limbs, but now the back is the one that is ulcerated. You can't get rid of the entire back, right?

What to do? The two looked at each other.

"Go him into the river." A lazy voice came from beside him.

"Shin, how could you guys say such sympathy? You're alone!" Shid stood up angrily and wanted to teach his incompetent brother a lesson.

"Third brother, I'm just talking about it, don't take it seriously." Shi Xin hurriedly defended, "Oh, the trouble comes from the mouth."

"Tell me, what's the best way?" Shid asked.

"I don't know." Shi Xin said.

"You!" Shid had no choice but to do anything to this younger brother. He always kept talking nonsense.

"I have a way." Zhang Yang said.

"What's the solution?" the two asked.

"The reason why his wounds become suppurated is that there are things that should not be found inside, such as the arrows rust and the rust remains inside. We need to peel off his wounds, clean them with salt water, disinfect them with soju, and finally apply his golden sore medicine." Zhang Yang said.

"What?" The two were a little surprised.

The wound was finally stopped bleeding, so I cut it open and washed it again? Isn’t this torture? The two of them were embarrassed to object, and there was no good way for them.

"Ask him whether he agrees or not." Shirt pointed to the lying man.

"Hey, we're going to have a surgery for you again." Shi Xin squatted down and shook for a long time. The other party still didn't respond and was already in a semi-coma.

The three of them looked at each other and nodded.

"Brother, I'm sorry," Shi Xin said, "If I had known that your wound would become suppurated, I would have cleaned it for you at once." When I said this, I was sincere.

The boat needs to cook in the back cabin, so sea salt, shochu and so on are a bit. The shochu was bought by Li Bosheng this time when he went to Taizhou City. He didn't have time to drink it, but instead used it to treat the wound first.

Zhang Yang followed him for a long time and only found a kitchen knife. He used the kitchen knife to cut his wound again? Is this too exaggerated?

"It would be great if there was a sharp knife." Zhang Yang said to himself.

"Brother, use me." Shi Xin pulled a sharp knife from his calves.

The blade is about seven inches long, with both sides tough, fine workmanship, and faintly emitting blue light.

"Where did this knife come from?" Zhang Yang asked.

"I bought it." Shi Xin said perfunctorily.

"No, this kind of knife is forbidden to be bought and sold. Besides, where did you get the money to buy it?" Zhang Yang asked.

After turning over and taking the blade, I found that the word Qiu Yi was engraved on the handle of the knife.

"You, a beast with no eyes, will kill us." Zhang Yang was extremely angry. "It's okay to use the waist card. It's universal, without special marks. The knife has Qiu Yi's name engraved on it. If someone discovers it, you will definitely know that Qiu Yi was made by us. I shouldn't have promised you to take you to do this. Please reflect on me!"

Never seen his elder brother get so angry, Shi Xin was stunned for a moment. Just a knife, is it so serious?

"Brother, forget it, Shi Xin doesn't know the words engraved on it. Besides, we can't understand the words engraved. By the way, how do you know that these two words are Qiu Yi?" Shi De dissuaded, but suddenly remembered something. The four brothers, no one could read.

"Of course I understand," said Zhang Yang. "I am a gangster, so I naturally need to understand the documents." I can't say that I came from later generations, right? Fortunately, I understand some traditional Chinese characters.

"Brother, I will definitely follow your instructions in the future and never do anything extra." Shi Xin also admitted his mistake.

"Okay, be careful next time." Zhang Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, "However, thanks to this knife, it is easier for him to treat the wound. After the treatment is done, the knife will be thrown into the river immediately."

Holding what they needed, the three of them returned to the front cabin again.

Everyone who slept had woken up, and everyone was looking at Zhang Yang curiously. Brother Shicheng was not only good at speaking, but also led everyone to make money, but also knew medical skills!

Except in big cities like Taizhou, there are very few doctors in poor countryside. After all, seeing a doctor costs money, while the countryside is poor, and most doctors' medical skills are passed down from ancestors. In fact, every craft in this era is passed down from one's ancestors, and they will not be allowed to be learned by others.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at Zhang Yang.

Don’t look at me, it’s my first time! Zhang Yang thought to himself, especially as everyone’s elder brother, you can’t be embarrassed.

Zhang Yang first put the sharp knife on the charcoal fire and roasted it carefully repeatedly.

The charcoal fire was taken out from the earth stove where you cooked. Before the fire was extinguished, a few pieces of charcoal were added, which was very prosperous.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Disin." Zhang Yang said, "There are bacteria on the knife. If you don't kill them, it will cause his wound to be infected in a while."

Everyone looked confused: It’s so profound!

I was a little focused just now. How could I say something that was inconsistent with this era? Zhang Yang secretly reminded himself not to be regarded as a monster by others.

The knife was roasted three times repeatedly, and Zhang Yang took the knife and came to the man.

Everyone had already pulled away the clothes again, and everyone vaguely discovered that his wound was not optimistic.

Zhang Yang carefully cut the skin that had begun to heal with a knife, revealing the blue juice inside.

It was so soon that it seemed that if I hadn't discovered it in time, this large area would have been ulcerated, Zhang Yang thought to himself.

He took a big sip of wine and sprayed it on the wound.

"Ah!" Although the man was in a coma, he still felt the feeling of alcohol spilling on the wound.

Now, there is also salt water!

Zhang Yang used the tip of the knife to open the wound and slowly poured the salt water in.

The cyan, slightly white pus was washed out.

"Hold his body." Zhang Yang said.

The stimulation just now was so great that the man's body was twitching involuntarily.

Several people held his limbs down.

How is it like to torture people? Chongqing slag concentration camp, pepper water, tiger benches appeared in Zhang Yang's mind...

Shaking his head, Zhang Yang put aside those thoughts and rinsed the wound carefully.

"Get the lantern!" Zhang Yang ordered.

Under the light of the horse lantern, Zhang Yang saw a piece of brown-red thing in the deepest part of the wound.

"Brother, bear with it." Zhang Yang said, lifting the wound open with force.

The wound was picked up even wider, and blood oozed out along the opening.

Zhang Yang reached in two fingers and took out the brown-red thing.

Sure enough, it was a piece of rust.

These Mongolians are really harmful to people. The weapons are not well maintained, and the arrows are rusted and they are still shot by shooting people. Their head is not accurate. They did not shoot people to death, but instead they infected and suppurated the rust.

He cleaned the wound with salt water again. Zhang Yang observed carefully and found that there was nothing else, so he felt relieved.

After cleaning it with soju, Zhang Yang carefully applied golden sore medicine to his wound, tore off the cloth at the corner of his clothes, and rebanded the wound.

After doing all this, I was sweating profusely.

When we looked up, we all looked at ourselves with admiration.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Brother, you are so good. You have found all the rust in the wound. He will definitely be healed now." Shi Xin said.

"Shin, wash this towel with cold water, put it on his forehead, and replace it when it is hot, and don't stop." Zhang Yang said, and he would flatter!
Chapter completed!