After a while, Gu Maolin came back with Cuilan.
"Uncle Dong, are you looking for me?"
"Yes, I want to know where is the little black donkey in your class now?" Godfather Dong Pianfang thought of the little black donkey again.
"In our class?"
"Can you go back tonight and make sure to find this little black donkey overnight?"
"Uncle Dong, why are you in such a hurry?"
Dong Pianfang stopped talking and directly pulled Gu Maolin to the side of the yard, then lowered his voice: "Your squad leader... the situation is a bit serious. You must go. We would rather believe that there is something than that that there is nothing. I need that little black guy." Donkey’s blood.”
"Can't we just send the squad leader to the hospital?"
"Okay, okay, but I'm afraid the hospital will delay his treatment."
Gu Maolin broke into a cold sweat when he heard what Dong Fangfang said. The squad leader had a head injury and jumped into the water to save the old village leader. If it was tetanus or sepsis, it would be fatal. But Dong Pianfang said this, which shows that it is still under his control.
"Okay, Uncle Dong, I'll go now." Upon hearing this, Gu Maolin turned around and left. Even if we turn the entire Ding County upside down tonight, we still have to find the Perak Surveying and Mapping Team.
"Wait a minute, I'll see you off." Ye Xianzhan realized something was wrong when he saw his godfather Dong Pianfang had retrieved Gu Maolin. He quietly followed out the door. Although he didn't hear everything, he realized that the situation was serious.
That's good. Ye Qianqian and Gu Maolin didn't even bother to eat dinner. They immediately drove to the elementary school and informed Professor Wen by the way.
As soon as Gu Maolin and Ye Xianxian left, Wang Ke really got a fever. My hands and feet were cold all over, as if I had malaria.
Even though his godfather Dong Pianfang covered him with two quilts, Wang Ke was still shivering under the lamp.
"Daddy, can you give me some tiger bone wine?"
"Absolutely not! You think you are fishing in the water. Come on, drink some hot water." Godfather Dong Pianfang, who was standing by, flatly refused. He was not afraid of anything else but the wound inflammation. But now, just looking at the fever, it's not good.
It doesn't work even if you drink hot water. The more you have a fever, the colder your hands and feet will become. Wang Ke felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely be in trouble.
"Daddy, I know my body, give me...one cup, just one cup." Wang Ke asked again. At this time, his upper and lower teeth started to clenched, making a "dada" sound.
"Boy, drinking alcohol will accelerate blood circulation throughout the body. Your wound will not heal. At that time, the blood vessels will expand, which is likely to cause inflammation of the wound."
"Fuck... godfather, but I, I... really want to drink right now."
"You are so weird. Your face turned red after just one sip. Why do you want to drink now that you are sick?"
"Big...big...probably wants to fight fire with fire!" Wang Ke smiled bitterly, and now his body was full of soreness, like insect bites.
Seeing Wang Ke's red face and clenched teeth, godfather Dong Pianfang hesitated a little. It was quite unusual for him to drink. Could it be that he had a fever and was confused?
"Are you sure you want to drink?"
"Well... just... it's the tiger bone... wine I drank last time." Wang Ke continued to plead, and at this time the godmother also walked in.
"Ke'er, what do you want to eat? My godmother will cook it for you." It's like this. Sometimes a patient's condition can be relieved by eating a delicious meal.
"Fuck, fuck...Mom, I, I, I...don't want to eat anything, I just want to...drink the tiger bone wine." Wang Ke lay down again with his trembling body.
The fever started. This fever was very similar to the acute rheumatic fever I had when I was a recruit at the division farm. The difference was that this time there was an additional wound on the head.
"Old man, why don't you take it?" Seeing Wang Ke trembling and clenching his teeth like this, the godmother was heartbroken.
"No, drinking alcohol will speed up the body's metabolism, and alcohol stimulates vasodilation." Godfather Dong Fangfang still disagreed.
"I think you are confused. Is the expansion of blood vessels more important, or the reduction of fever?" The godmother was a little anxious. Wang Ke had been hit on the head, and she felt very distressed. Now, trying to save the village chief, he inflicted another wound. If you have a fever caused by water intrusion, you can't always take antibiotics, right?
When my wife said this, she confused godfather Dong's folk prescription. "What should I do if I drink it?"
"But if you don't drink, what will you do if something happens?" My wife got into trouble with her godfather, Dong Piaofang. "Ke'er, okay, godmother, go and pour you a glass. If you feel like vomiting, don't drink. This wine is very strong. I usually feel uncomfortable if I drink too much."
Dong Pianfang's wife is usually obedient and never competes with others, but today she seemed to have taken the wrong medicine.
After a while, she brought the leftover jar of tiger bone wine from the west room. Her godfather, Dong, couldn't help but look at her with folk remedies. He took a small teacup and poured a small cup.
Godfather Dong Pianfang was stupid at first glance. Every time Wang Ke drank with him, it was only half a cup. The second time I drank, I drank too much. I guess Wang Ke didn't even finish half of the cup. You poured him a cup and now it's almost full. Isn't this a joke?
Just as he was about to speak, Wang Ke stood up tremblingly, took it from his godmother with trembling hands, and picked up the shallow glass of wine, which was enough to hold a small amount of wine. It was like drinking boiled water. He drank it in a few sips. Clean and tidy.
"Boy..."
Before godfather Dong Pianfang finished shouting, he had already drank the wine, which frightened Dong Pianfang.
"It hurts... it feels good! Quench your thirst." Wang Ke put down his wine glass, looking like Wu Song on Jingyang Hill.
"Boy, what are you talking about? To quench your thirst?" Godfather Dong Pianfang immediately came to the bed and asked.
"Hmm, now... I feel comfortable." Wang Ke's trembling hands actually began to stabilize. He closed his eyes and lay there in silence for a while, then opened his eyes and said, "If my godfather is willing, I'll drink two more drinks." His lips didn't tremble and he didn't stutter when he spoke.
What's going on with this kid? Not talking nonsense, right? Godfather Dong Pianfang quickly put the back of his hand against Wang Ke's face. Although his head was a little hot, it was not a high fever.
At this time, Professor Wen walked in from the outside. As soon as he entered, he raised his nose and sniffed, "The wine smells good, old Dong, how is Wang Ke?"
"Professor Wen, you came at the right time. This guy wants a drink and I can't even persuade him!" As soon as his godfather Dong Pianfang saw the reinforcements, he immediately pointed to Wang Ke on the bed and said to Professor Wen.
"Wang Ke, how are you? Your two godfathers are here. How can you feel uncomfortable?"
Wang Ke opened his eyes and leaned forward to get up. The bandage on his head began to ooze blood again.
"Originally, the wound was fine, but it rained heavily at night, and the boy jumped into the ditch in the west of the village, saved the old village chief, and poured water into the wound." Godfather Dong Pianfang recounted this incident to Professor Wen muttered again.
At the end of the day, he simply dragged Professor Wen to the outer room and told him about Wang Ke's pulse and the fever caused by the onset of dampness in his body.
Upon hearing this, Professor Wen also had a serious look on his face. He turned around and entered the room, came to the bed, and asked Wang Ke, "Wang Ke, how do you feel?"
"Daddy Wen, I'm fine! I'm much better now. I was very cold and thirsty just now. After drinking this glass of tiger bone wine, I feel very comfortable."
"Aren't you dizzy?"
"Not dizzy."
"Want to vomit?"
"I don't want to throw up."
"Do you want to have something to eat?" The godmother standing next to her, holding an empty cup in her hand, added hurriedly. The way Wang Ke's hands were shaking and his teeth were chattering just now shocked her.
Wang Ke looked at the empty wine glass in his godmother's hand, then at his godfather Dong Jianfang, and then said, "I want to have another drink."
"That's nonsense! Even a good person can't stand these four ounces of tiger bone wine, and he will definitely not drink it." If Professor Wen hadn't been there, godfather Dong would definitely have taken advantage of the folk prescription, so he screamed even more.
"Haha, old Dong, I heard that illness comes like a mountain and it goes away like a thread. Sometimes psychological intervention is also important."
"What do you mean? Giving alcohol is also called psychological intervention?" Godfather Dong Pianfang was very dissatisfied with Professor Wen. He was still a scholar, so why didn't he pay attention to science? Wine is a hairy thing, and Wang Ke still has wounds.
"Old Dong, I dare to make a bet with you. If you give him another cup, his fever will be gone in half an hour."
"This is nonsense. This is no joke. I am a doctor. What if the fever goes away and the wound becomes inflamed?"
"Old Dong, you are assuming that it will cause inflammation, and I am also assuming that it will reduce the fever. You won't know which one is right until you try it." Professor Wen looked pleasant, but made his godfather Dong Fang Fang very angry. I thought that Professor Wen would help me when he came, but he was just like his wife, making trouble and causing chaos.
One is a famous doctor and the other is a professor. Neither can convince the other.
The reason why love is powerful is that you can stick to it and don't care about the results.
"Two godfathers, stop arguing. I'm going to take a shower." Wang Ke's voice sounded from behind.
Professor Wen and godfather Dong Pianfang turned around at the same time and saw Wang Ke sitting on the edge of the bed, sweating profusely. Because there was a bandage on his head, there were beads of sweat on his nose and cheeks.
This was too fast, a glass of wine brought down the fever in an instant. However, the magic is yet to come.
"Daddy, after I wash it, you help me open the bandage. It's so itchy inside."
Godfather Dong was dumbfounded. There were two situations when the wound was itchy: one was when the incision became inflamed and infected; the other was when the wound began to heal and became fleshy.
"Boy, you don't have to go. Let your godmother, yes, ask your sister Cuilan to get you a basin of water and wipe it here. Then I will check your wounds. I estimate that 90% of them are caused by the wounds just made." The tiger bone wine will wash away the wound." Godfather Dong Pianfang was heartbroken. As he spoke, he glared at his wife fiercely. A woman is benevolent and does not care about the consequences.
When Professor Wen saw Wang Ke sitting up, he immediately smiled happily. "Old Dong, you stubborn old man, can't you see that Wang Ke's fever has gone down? If it's inflammation, how can it go away? It's even more impossible for him to sweat all over his body."
Yes, it is impossible to reduce the fever if there is inflammation, and it is impossible to sweat if there is a fever. This is a significant improvement!
"Brother and sister, you accidentally cured Wang Ke's disease today. Thank you." Professor Wen thanked Dong Pianfang's wife, and then turned back to Dong Pianfang and said: "Old Dong, I suggest you Be generous and give Wang Ke another glass of tiger bone wine, and give me a glass by the way, and you will see the effect immediately."
"Professor Wen, this is not okay. Just wait for me to see the kid's wounds, and then we can make plans, okay?"
Godfather Dong still clings to the folk prescription. After Wang Ke scrubbed it clean, he began to carefully untie the bandage on Wang Ke's head. This was the third time since last night. Once the bandage was opened, the condition inside was really good. There was no redness, swelling or dripping at the wound. Except for some bleeding just now, it was obviously improved compared to the morning.
Whether it was the effect of three bottles of antibiotics or the effect of the glass of wine just now, no one can tell.
"Boy, listen to your godfather and don't ask for any more wine!" Dong's remedy was to disinfect it again with iodophor and bandage it again. He picked up Wang Ke's arm again and took his pulse again.
This time the pulse condition was obviously different from the previous pulse condition, and the hand was no longer shaking. It’s so damn weird that godfather Dong Pianfang couldn’t help but curse! This has nothing to do with the three bottles of antibiotics. Is it really related to the tiger bone wine that I soaked in?
Isn't this anti-traditional? The scholar wants to rebel!
"Boy, you couldn't drink before, right?"
Wang Ke nodded, but immediately shook his head. In the past, when I drank by myself, I wouldn’t recognize anyone at most for a couple of days. But last time he drank with his two godfathers, he drank not more than a pound, but only eight or nine liang.
"What are you doing?" All the suspicions of godfather Dong Pianfang began to explode now. Wang Ke's expression did not change even after drinking the glass of Xiaoerliang tiger bone wine. This is wrong. In the past, he But the red-faced Guan Gong. "Do you still want to drink?"
Wang Ke nodded.
"You're so beautiful. I only have this little tiger bone wine left. Okay, I'll give you another glass." Godfather Dong Pianfang poured a glass himself and brought it to Wang Ke. He was now doubtful and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. It's over. If I had known this, there would be no need for Gu Maolin to go find the little black donkey and come back to collect blood.
"Daddy, do you want me to drink it or not?" Wang Ke asked, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"Whatever you want."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Ke picked up the cup and took a big sip, raised his neck and drank it.
