Sun Simiao!
Prince An was shocked when he realized that the old man eating with him across from him was Sun Simiao!
This is the Medicine King of the Tang Dynasty.
Sun Simiao's reputation is truly worthy of his reputation, and his voice immediately attracts people.
"Great, great, Immortal Sun is here -"
The crowd, hula, came around.
Wang Zi'an also walked over curiously, wanting to see how this legendary miracle doctor treated illnesses and saved people.
The injured middle-aged man had fallen into a semi-coma state, probably due to excessive blood loss, and his face was a little pale.
When Sun Simiao opened his clothes, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly. There was a transverse wound on his stomach. The wound was so deep that his intestines could already be seen in some places.
It was also the first time for Wang Zi'an to see this kind of scene, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He didn't know medical skills, but he also knew that this kind of wound would not be particularly difficult to treat in later generations, but he didn't know what it would be like in the Tang Dynasty.
"Old Immortal Sun, can our leader's injury be cured?"
The officials who carried the people over asked nervously.
"The injury is too severe, just do your best and let fate—"
Sun Simiao looked at the wound, sighed, and shook his head slightly.
Wang Zi’an:……
Listen to your sister's destiny. This is just a hole in her belly. You just ask her to obey destiny. Where is the promised Medicine King of the Tang Dynasty, old immortal? You have made me almost disillusioned with the medical skills of the Tang Dynasty, old gentleman.
Just as Wang Zi'an was complaining madly in his heart, Sun Simiao turned around, opened his backpack, took out a silver needle, and inserted a few needles with a skillful technique. The amount of bleeding slowed down a lot very quickly, which made Wang Zi'an couldn't help but marvel.
This is pretty much it, it’s a bit like the medicine king level I expected!
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but move forward, and then he saw Sun Simiao take out a small porcelain bottle and start pouring a white medicinal powder on it. However, the wound was too big, and the medicinal powder was quickly washed away by the blood.
Sun Simiao couldn't help but frown, and turned to the prince who came over.
"Can you please help me hold down the wound, little friend——"
With an injury like this, ordinary people would feel their scalp numb when they saw it, so they wouldn't dare to help him. Although Wang Zi'an was also worried, he still followed the instructions and helped to hold down the intestines to prevent the intestines from flowing out.
Then, he saw Mr. Sun Simiao reaching out and tearing off a long strip of cloth from the injured person, and without saying a word, he was about to wrap it around the wound.
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
It turns out that what you old man said about doing your best and letting fate happen is true!
Isn't that modest?
Although he did not understand medical skills, he still knew the basic principles of disinfection. If he did this, someone might die, so he shouted quickly.
"Wait!"
Sun Simiao couldn't help but slapped his hands when he heard the sound, and looked at Wang Zi'an in surprise and asked.
"Is it possible that my little friend also knows medical skills..."
"don't know--"
Wang Zi'an shook his head decisively. He didn't know much about it, but if someone bumped into or accidentally scratched his skin, he knew how to use iodophor for disinfection.
"But the cloth is not good, it is too dirty, it must be disinfected first - and the wound also needs to be cleaned and sutured first..."
Wang Zi'an suggested with some uncertainty.
He was really not sure. The person in front of him was Sun Simiao, the king of medicine in the Tang Dynasty, a god-like figure. With his little knowledge, he really lacked confidence.
“Disinfection—suturing?”
Sun Simiao grasped the key instantly and asked hesitantly.
"Well, if it is not disinfected and cleaned, the wound will easily become inflamed - ah, it is what you call pus. If such a large wound is not sutured, it may not heal well -"
Old man, as long as we continue chatting, we can just let people carry him back to handle the funeral arrangements.
Wang Zi'an didn't bother to explain, and happened to see the young woman just boiling a pot of water without saying anything.
Stab——
He tore off two long strips of cloth from his own clothes. In fact, he also wanted to tear the injured man's clothes off, but the man's clothes were too dirty, with nothing but blood and dirt.
He walked quickly to the young woman's stove.
"Borrow the hot water."
As he said that, he threw the cloth into the pot while the young woman looked at her in disbelief...
Then he quickly ran to a needlework seller, snatched the needle and thread without saying a word, threaded the needle and threaded it, and threw it into the pot.
He is now one of the world's top martial arts masters. His movements were so electric that before anyone could react, he was done.
Then he reached out and picked up the rice wine he had not finished drinking just now, and came over.
"Here, help hold the wound -"
Looking at Wang Zi'an's movements, Sun Simiao suddenly felt something in his heart. He remembered a kind of medicine that had been lost for a long time. His eyes showed surprise and he quickly reached out to hold the wound.
Wang Zi'an couldn't care about anything else and could only bite the bullet and give him a simple rinse.
The strength of this rice wine is definitely not enough for disinfection, but it can be done at this time. Otherwise, by the time I run home to get my own high-strength wine, everyone here will probably be cold.
"Old sir, if you don't suture the wound, are you sure it can be cured?"
Holding the needle and thread, Wang Zi'an confirmed again.
There was nothing I could do. Apart from having seen people being fucked when I was young, I had never even seen someone perform an operation. How could I have the confidence to suture such a big wound?
"We can only do our best to obey fate - the wound is too big, and if the bleeding cannot be stopped, the person will not be saved..."
Sun Simiao frowned and shook his head gently.
This is forcing me!
Wang Zi'an gritted his teeth and took action.
I'm sorry, I just think you are the little boar in our family who was incited.
There is no such thing as layered suturing. It would be good if the wounds on both sides can be brought together.
Fortunately, he inherited Li Yuanba's skills. Although he felt a little nervous looking at the wound, his hand was surprisingly stable, and the wound was sutured thinly and densely by him.
Sun Simiao, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes.
"Hua Tuo's magical skills have reappeared in the world! I am so lucky. I never thought that I would be able to see this lost magical skill reappear in the world in my lifetime!"
Listening to Sun Simiao's exclamation, Wang Zi'an couldn't help grinning inwardly. I'm afraid you don't know. I've only seen people fanning pig rice...
After sewing, rinse it with rice wine.
At this time, there was no need to remind him. Mr. Sun Simiao very skillfully poured a layer of the white medicinal noodles just now, and the bleeding stopped miraculously.
Wang Zi'an ran to the young woman's stove, took out the cloth, and shook it violently. He shook off all the moisture on it, and then put it on the fire to bake, and it became dry. .
"Come on, Mr. Sun, I don't know medical skills and I don't know how to bandage. Why don't you come -"
Sun Simiao:......
You, a man who knows Hua Tuo’s magical skills, actually told me that you don’t know medical skills and you don’t know how to bandage!
