Fan Yao is handsome, and his skills are even more handsome.
Xie Dewen only saw Fan Yao sizing up the injured man, and then he pulled and sent him away, and there was a clicking sound.
The injured man's arms and thighs, which were originally red and swollen, almost returned to their original appearance.
Those who lost their arms and legs in Zhangjiazhuang were sweating in pain just now, but now they soon stopped moaning.
They asked others to help them up, and kept saying thank you to Fan Yao.
Some even wanted to kneel down and say thank you, but Fan Yao stopped them.
He didn't have time to deal with the wounded who were being treated, but went directly to the other wounded.
On the contrary, the speed on Xiejiazhuang's side seemed to be as slow as a snail.
The old doctor, who was more than sixty years old, led a group of disciples and only gave them splints and medicine.
Although the nursing homes and villagers in Xiejiazhuang have been splinted and given medicine, they are still sweating and moaning.
There is no harm without comparison. The level of two doctors is not directly proportional to their age, but inversely proportional.
Xie Dewen almost vomited out the old blood. His old face turned livid at first, and then turned into the color of pig liver.
You know, this doctor seems to be less than forty years old, and some of the apprentices of the doctor in Xiejiazhuang are older than him.
Xie Deshu's face was pale and he stood there motionless, feeling streams of cold sweat running down his spine.
Zhang Hebin opened his mouth as wide as the mouth of a box and was stunned for a moment. Then he swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva, as if his throat was dry.
Zhang Heqi was stunned. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it."
After saying that, he pinched his fingers and felt the pain before he believed it was true.
"What kind of medical skills are so miraculous?" Zhang Hebin came to his senses and bowed to Huang Dong.
Huang Dong also took a breath of air-conditioning and was at a loss, like a clay or wood carving.
But he soon came to his senses and turned his head to Hu Bo, who shook his head.
Hu Bo came to one of Fan Yao's disciples, bowed his hands, and asked with a fiery face: "Qi Lang, what kind of medical skill is this?"
The disciple, who was about seventeen years old, originally focused on learning the teacher's operations.
This opportunity was rare. He didn't expect anyone to disturb him, so his face was a little gloomy and ugly.
However, when he saw that it was Huang Dong, one of his own tribe, his expression turned from gloomy to bright: "Wu Lang, this is bone-setting."
"Bone-setting, why have I never heard of it?" Huang Donglei said in a loud voice, with his head scorching green and smoke rising from his head.
Huang Qilang nodded, his face as calm as water: "Master learned bone-setting skills from the "Bone-setting Skills" book written by a young saint. He just got it not long ago, so it's normal that Wulang didn't hear it."
"It turns out that this is the skill that the little saint learned from the gods, which truly benefits the world and has immeasurable merit." Huang Dong bowed respectfully in the direction of Jintang County, his tone full of admiration.
Zhang Hebin and others were also filled with admiration and saluted in the direction of Jintang County.
Xie Dewen was also on the side, his face turned livid at first, and then turned into the color of pig liver.
"Bone-setting," Xie Deshu turned his eyes around a few times, shook his head, and said disapprovingly, "I have never heard of bone-setting, and the effect is hard to say. This tablet treatment method has been passed down for thousands of years, and the effect is guaranteed."
"Yes, last year's fight over water was cured by Dr. Xie Jiazhuang." At this time, Xie Dewen's face changed from ugly to normal, and he was even a little excited.
With Fan Yao, he rescued more than 200 wounded people with severed arms and legs in Zhangjiazhuang in less than half an hour.
On the other hand, in Xiejiazhuang, the old doctor Xie Qiming led more than a dozen disciples, but they have not yet provided relief to more than a hundred villagers in the nursing home.
Their speed is completely different from that of Fan Yao. Fan Yao can only save people by applying medicine and splints for only a few dozen breaths. Fan Yao just checked how long the injured person was breathing, and then pulled him away. His disciples applied some medicine to prevent infection and reduce swelling, and saved one person.
Xie Qiming took his disciples to apply medicine and splints to the wounded, which would take at least a moment or more.
They have not undergone bone correction, and the bones in their arms and legs have been misaligned, making it very difficult to treat them.
It is a difficult technical task to not only avoid secondary damage to the broken bone, but also to carefully connect the broken bone.
As an old doctor in his sixties, Xie Qiming still has a set of treatment methods.
He soaked the fir bark in water, and after it softened, he cut it into finger-sized slices, leaving a small slit between each slice, and tied it with thin ropes at the top, middle and bottom.
Wherever the wounded person was injured, he would bind him tightly there after applying the medicine.
Of course, the joints of the wounded must be left open and cannot be tied with fir bark. Otherwise, the recovery may affect the extension and flexion.
The spacing distance and the degree of bandaging are a technical job.
This cannot be understood through literature, it can only be experienced, and it is entirely based on experience.
For joints such as wrists, finger joints, knees, ankles, etc., wood chips are powerless and can only be wrapped with silk.
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After wrapping, the injured person must be allowed to do gentle bending and stretching exercises from time to time, which is beneficial to the healing of the fracture.
Such a combination of movement and stillness is the advantage and feature of small splint fixation of fractures. Compared with later plaster fixation, only stillness is better.
Seeing that Xie Jiazhuang had been busy for a long time and had not been cured yet, Huang Dong couldn't help but draw a sarcastic smile on his lips.
After Fan Yao treated the wounded in Zhangjiazhuang, he saw that most of the wounded in Xiejiazhuang were still there. He couldn't help but be shocked. This speed must be too slow.
He shook his head and asked tentatively: "Do they (Xie Jiazhuang) still need medical treatment?"
He was a little bit intolerant of the fact that a doctor was willing to help the world and pay attention to the parents' heart of a doctor.
"Mr. Fan, Xiejiazhuang is very repulsive to Zhaojiazhuang Town and will ignore them for the time being." Huang Dong bowed his hands and told the whole story.
Hu Bo even smiled coldly, glanced at the wounded in Xiejiazhuang with disdain, and said lightly: "Mr. Fan, Xiejiazhuang wants the benefits of Zhaojiazhuang, but is unwilling to obey Zhaojiazhuang's management. How can there be such a good thing in the world?"
Although Fan Yao is a doctor and a professor at Zhaojiazhuang Academy Medical College, he immediately understood when he heard this.
"Since you want to go against Zhaojiazhuang, it is beyond the scope of my treatment." He shook his head while stroking his beard and replied calmly.
Fan Yao looks like he is only in his thirties, but is actually in his forties. He also has grandchildren, so he calls himself an old man.
They were talking calmly here, but here in Xiejiazhuang, they felt extremely uncomfortable.
When Xie Dewen and Xie Deshu saw that Fan Yao had cured the wounded in Zhangjiazhuang in half an hour, they were jealous and wanted Fan Yao to come over for treatment.
Unexpectedly, Fan Yao only looked at them a few times and did not come to treat them.
Xie Dewen's face was gloomy and dripping with water. His face turned red and purple, and finally turned into the color of pig liver.
Xie Deshu was not much better than him, and his face was extremely ugly.
The two thought that after Fan Yao treated the villagers in Zhangjiazhuang, he should treat Xiejiazhuang, but they did not expect that they ignored them at all.
Xie Deshu rolled his eyes and chuckled: "Chief, they are so fast, they must have troubles in the future."
Although he spoke easily, Xie Dewen could hear his sour tone.
Xie Dewen was overjoyed at first, and then fell into deep thought.
Seeing Xie Dewen thinking, Xie Deshu kept sneering.
"Zi Ben, I heard that they are doctors invited by Zhaojiazhuang. It's hard to say." Xie Dewen didn't dare to completely believe Xie Deshu's words.
As if to prove that his statement was correct, Xie Deshu came to Dr. Xie De who was busy, pointed at the wounded who was getting up from the ground and said: "Zizhu, Zhangjiazhuang and the others treated him quickly, but there will definitely be sequelae." Dr. Xie Deshu said I was busy and felt very angry. When I looked up and saw the deputy chief, I had to hold back my anger.
He looked at the wounded in Zhangjiazhuang from a distance, with a mocking expression on his face.
Doctor Xie De nodded and said with deep sympathy: "The fracture is not a flesh injury, but it is treated so hastily. I am sure that there will be serious sequelae in the future, and even severe deformation of the hands and feet."
Dr. Xie De is Xie Qiming's eldest disciple. He is already qualified as a teacher and speaks with considerable authority.
"It seems that Zhangjiazhuang has hired a doctor. It can be said that picking sesame seeds and losing watermelons is totally outweighing the gains." After saying this, he couldn't help laughing.
After Xie Dewen laughed, Xie Deshu and Doctor Xie also laughed.
The three of them looked at Zhangjiazhuang with completely disdainful expressions.
After smiling, the three of them raised their chins high, as if they were the best in the world.
Zhang and Bin looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.
Zhang Hebin hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but came to Huang Dong and asked with some stuttering: "Pavilion Chief, thank you for the treatment. I wonder if there are any sequelae?"
Huang Dong was also surprised. This speed was too fast, almost several times faster than the old method.
After all, he was not a doctor, and he had no confidence in his heart, so he turned his attention to Hu Bo.
"What are the sequelae?" Hu Bo also laughed, "This method has cured tens of thousands of people, and there are no sequelae at all."
After saying that, he also patted his chest with a bang.
"Chief Hu, the bone-setting technique has cured tens of thousands of people." He was so frightened that he took two or three steps back. His face first turned pale and then turned extremely red.
Zhang Heqi's eyes were so wide open that they almost fell out of his sockets: "Chief Hu, tens of thousands is too many, but this villain seems to have never heard of it."
After he finished speaking, a puzzled expression appeared on his face again.
"Of course you have never heard of it, because it is the soldiers of the security regiment who have been cured by bone-setting." Hu Bo said excitedly, pointing his right hand to the north and said, "It is precisely because of the bone-setting technique that the security regiment has healed the injured soldiers. We recovered very quickly, so we can securely hold on to West County."
"It turns out that the security team's defense of Xi County relies on bone-setting skills." Zhang Heqi opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff two eggs into it.
Zhang Hebin took a breath of air-conditioning and was at a loss, like a clay and wood carving, and murmured: "It's amazing, this is so amazing."
"These fractures you have broken after fighting with the security team and the barbarians are completely insignificant and not on the same level at all. So you are completely at ease." Fan Yao drank tea while stroking his beard and smiling.
"My benefactor, my benefactor," Zhang Hebin and Zhang Heqi immediately knelt down and bowed three times and bowed respectfully, "You little people are ignorant, please forgive me."
The two of them were talking and kowtowing loudly.
Fan Yao did not move away, but accepted the gift from both of them calmly.
From both a medical and economic perspective, he completely cured the injuries of more than 200 people in Zhangjiazhuang.
Not only did Zhangjiazhuang save hundreds of copper coins in medicine expenses, but the problem was also solved quickly.
Fan Yao watched the apprentice apply medicine to the wounded and then nodded to Huang Dong: "This matter is over now. I'm going back."
When he heard that Fan Yao was leaving, Huang Dong's face turned red, almost turning into the color of pig liver.
Although he is the owner of this place, he has just taken office, and it can almost be said that he is unfamiliar with the place.
However, as a host, Huang Dong owed Fan Yao a huge favor because the guest came from more than ten miles away and took pains to treat him.
If you ask the other person to skip a meal, there is no way you can justify it.
But if he wanted to treat someone to stay for dinner, he really didn't have the ability.
After all, there is only one pavilion here, no restaurant, and no restaurant.
Thinking of this, Huang Dong's face broke out in sweat, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
