Chapter content begins --> She frowned, how much blood would it take to do this?
"Lift your body up a little and let me see the wound." She said softly.
"Um."
Luo Fengtang did as she asked.
The wound was a little lower on his lower back.
Good thing it's not a butt, he thought to himself.
Just as my mind turned this corner, I suddenly felt a chill behind my butt.
It turned out that it was Yang Ruoqing who had pulled half of his pants open.
"It's too troublesome to take it off. I need to make a gap so that I can apply medicine." She gave this answer.
"Um."
Luo Fengtang responded, turned his head and lay on the pillow.
He is a man, and he has been in the military camp for a long time. He is informal in many aspects.
What's more, except for Qing'er, there are all men in this room.
He has nothing to be ashamed of.
He simply lay there and rested, feeling the girl's warm little hands, busy behind him.
Yang Ruoqing first checked his wounds.
The wound was not long, but rather deep.
There was a lot of blood, and it was obvious that he had simply dealt with it himself.
However, the treatment was not thorough enough, or it may have been affected by the force applied later, and blood was still oozing out.
"This was scratched with a knife. Did you get into a fight?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang shook his head: "There was no fight, he was accidentally injured by the hatchet."
"ah?"
She was surprised.
She knew his skills well.
Injured by a hatchet?
What a low-level mistake this is?
"It's all my fault. It's my fault. If I hadn't tied the hatchet to the cart, Tangyazi wouldn't have ended up like this..."
The unfamiliar old man who had been standing at the foot of the bed with his neck hunched spoke up.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the old man, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she didn't ask anything.
The top priority is to treat Tangyazi's wounds first.
She used the clean soft cloth she brought with her to wipe the blood stains near his wound.
Lao Suntou and her uncle came back, bringing the hot water and medicine kit she needed.
Yang Ruoqing cleaned Luo Fengtang's wound again, first using water and then wine to disinfect it thoroughly.
When the wine touched the wound, it made a slight sizzling sound.
The people next to him could hear their mouths twitching, but Luo Fengtang lay there without saying a word.
"Tangyazi, scream out when it hurts, it's so uncomfortable to hold it in."
Lao Suntou said with a distressed expression.
The old man admired his grandson-in-law from the bottom of his heart.
Luo Fengtang grinned at Old Man Sun: "Don't worry about me, Lord. This little pain is nothing."
Then, he glanced at the sullen Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, just do what you need to do, don't worry about me."
Yang Ruoqing glanced at him helplessly: "You're all injured. Just take care of yourself first. Lie down and I'll give you medicine."
She took out the hemostatic powder from the medicine kit and sprinkled it on the wound.
However, looking at the wound with slow blood flow, the effect of this medicinal powder was not obvious when sprinkled on it.
Yang Ruoqing frowned and increased the amount of medicinal powder.
However, as soon as it was sprinkled on, the bleeding seemed to have stopped.
However, before a moment passed, blood began to flow again.
It was washed away again by the slowly overflowing blood.
"The medicine is not strong enough."
she thought to herself.
This golden medicine is grown wild in Mianniu Mountain and has a very good hemostatic effect.
Every time I used it before, it always worked. Why didn't it work this time?
"Let me take a look!"
Yan Huaian's voice came from behind, and people came to the bedside.
Yang Ruoqing stepped aside, and Yan Huaian leaned down and gently pressed twice on Luo Fengtang's wound.
Yan Huaian was secretly surprised when he caught a glimpse of the wolf head birthmark on the side of Luo Fengtang's butt.
He squinted his eyes and focused on the birthmark again.
Wolf head, is that...?
Beside, Yang Ruoqing saw this little anomaly in Yan Huaian's eyes.
A trace of suspicion flashed through my heart.
But she still said without changing her expression: "Old man Yan, look at this..."
Yan Huaian came to his senses. He took out a small wooden box from his body and opened it.
A cool fragrance wafted out.
"Try this medicine." He said.
"Is this for internal use or external application?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yan Huaian said: "Half and half."
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
So he broke the pill into two pieces, fed one piece to Luo Fengtang to eat, crushed the other piece into powder, and sprinkled it carefully on the wound.
Sure enough, it took a while.
The effect came out, and the blood really stopped leaking out.
"Uncle Yan, thank you very much for sending me the panacea," Yang Ruoqing said.
Luo Fengtang also looked at Yan Huaian with gratitude.
He struggled to get up and give Yan Huaian a fist, but was stopped by Yan Huaian.
"Young man, you're injured, don't move," he said.
Luo Fengtang nodded and lay back down again.
Here, Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhong: "Dad, go find a pair of your pants and I will put them on for Tang Yazi later."
"Well, okay, I'll go right away."
Yang Huazhong quickly walked out of the house.
Here, Yang Ruoqing picked up the quilt and covered Luo Fengtang again.
I don't know if it was the effect of the medicine, or Luo Fengtang himself was too tired.
Not long after applying the medicine, he fell asleep.
Everyone in the house exited the house.
Yang Huazhong greeted Yan Huaian and went to the main room to drink tea.
At the door of the room, the old man who had been standing at the foot of the bed now came to Yang Ruoqing.
The old man's face was filled with guilt. He said to Yang Ruoqing: "My granddaughter, it's all my fault. It's my fault that made my granddaughter-in-law hurt the city like this..."
Yang Ruoqing was packing the medical kit in her hand. After hearing these words, her eyes fell on the old man in front of her again.
He was wearing the clothes that mountain people usually wear, and he was completely patched.
Standing next to Lao Suntou, they are 60% similar in size and facial features.
However, his body does not look as strong as that of Lao Suntou.
Thinking again that he had just called his granddaughter, and that Old Suntou was accompanying him the whole time, Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something.
"Who are you……"
Lao Suntou said quickly: "Yes, this is your Dagagong."
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.
I heard my mother talk a little bit about the things over at Sunjiagou before.
Ga Gong had a cousin who had a bad temper when he was young.
The whole village is famous for being smelly. He also always likes to beat his own mother.
When he reached the age of marriage, no woman was willing to marry him.
Later, he finally bought a sick woman from a nanny and gave birth to a daughter.
The woman died after giving birth.
The daughter was basically brought up by her father-in-law and her mother-in-law, and she has a close relationship with the eldest Sun and her sisters.
"So it's Daga Gong? Qing'er wants to say hello to Daga Gong."
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and saluted the old man in front of her.
Grand Duke took a step back, a little flattered.
"My eldest granddaughter, please stop being like this. It's because Dagagong is so ashamed that he hurt his eldest grandson and his son-in-law the first time he came out of the mountains to visit relatives..." the old man said.
Yang Ruoqing stood up straight and looked at the old man in front of her.
"Daqong, what's going on? Tell me," she said. End of chapter content -->
