"What did you say?"
Wen Qi's eyes widened immediately.
With a bang, he took out the Ghost-headed Sword from his waist and stared at Song Ming.
"If you dare to say death again, I will chop you down first."
"Xiao Qi, don't be impulsive."
Wen Hui hurriedly stopped him, "Song Ming is the envoy of the Taiyuan Hospital and a Shangguan. You can't do anything wrong."
"Hmph! So what if the Imperial Hospital envoy?"
Wen Qi didn't even care.
After experiencing the annihilation of his family and the baptism of war, his whole person seemed to have been reborn.
He didn't take the court officials seriously at all.
He only has brothers in his eyes.
Anyone who touches my brother will die.
"If you dare to curse my brother, I will chop him to death first."
Wen Qi gritted his teeth.
Sixth Brother was so seriously injured because he was protecting him. He would never allow others to bully him.
"Song Ming, since you want to study medicine with me, let me teach you a lesson first."
Zhao Ping said sternly: "As a medical officer, it is your duty to save lives and heal the wounded."
"When facing the wounded, it is natural to save the seriously ill patients first. If they can be rescued, it means that a life has been saved."
"As for those with mild symptoms, it doesn't matter whether they are treated early or late. It will not endanger their lives."
"I understand this."
Song Ming blinked and said, "But is it possible for the seriously injured to come back to life?"
"In Pingyan County..."
Before Song Ming could finish his words, Zhao Ping interrupted him and said, "That was before. Now that I am here, I will try my best to bring them back from hell."
"Qian Liu, bring me a jar of acacia wine."
Zhao Ping gave an order.
"A jar of acacia wine costs one hundred taels? Is it all money?"
Qian Liu muttered, somewhat reluctantly.
Zhao Ping ignored him.
Liu Jun's injuries were nothing at all now. No bones were broken, just some flesh and blood had been chopped open.
Stop the bleeding, disinfect, suture, and apply anti-inflammatory water, and you can recover in ten and a half months.
But in the Dawei Dynasty, this was a fatal injury.
I didn't see that Song Ming didn't even go to the hospital for medical treatment, but just sentenced him to death.
That's the truth.
Zhao Ping stuck Liu Jun's arm to slow down the blood flow and asked Song Ming to help apply the medicine for the sore.
Song Ming was still complaining while applying the medicine.
"Mr. Zhao, it's useless for you to save him."
"Even if the gold sore medicine stops the bleeding, his serious wound will fester and become necrotic, causing other pathological changes and leading to death."
bass!
Wen Qi pulled out the Ghost Head Saber again.
Song Ming shrank his neck in fear and did not dare to speak.
But what he said was true.
Zhao Ping stuck Liu Jun's arm, but still couldn't stop the blood from flowing out.
If this continues, even if the wound can be healed, Liu Jun will die from excessive blood loss.
"Huzi, you are strong, help me pinch his arm and stop the blood from flowing out."
Zhao Ping had no choice but to ask Li Hu for help.
"Acupuncture points."
Li Hu said.
"Acupuncture?"
Zhao Ping was dumbfounded.
That stuff is only found in martial arts novels, right?
Do you really think I have traveled through time to the world of martial arts?
However, before he could blame him, Li Hu suddenly clicked on Liu Jun.
One finger was pointed at the opponent's heart, and the other finger was pointed at the Quyuan point on Liu Jun's shoulder.
Sure enough, the bleeding from Liu Jun's wound slowed down.
Zhao Ping didn't bother to ask Li Hu why, he just thought he was a martial arts prodigy.
Just at this moment, Qian Liu came with a cup of acacia wine in his arms.
After the bleeding has stopped, the next step is to disinfect.
Zhao Ping has been busy and has not prepared special medical alcohol.
Fortunately, the acacia wine is strong enough and can barely replace one or two.
Pulling out the stopper, Zhao Ping poured acacia wine directly onto Liu Jun's wound.
"ah!"
Liu Jun woke up from the pain and screamed.
"Kill me. It hurts too much. Just kill me."
"Hold him down."
Zhao Ping ordered.
Li Hu didn't press the button and slashed Liu Jun's neck with his knife. The guy immediately fainted.
this……
Zhao Ping didn't want to speak anymore.
It's so simple and crude, but effective.
"How dare you hit my sixth brother?"
Wen Qi quit again, glared at Li Hu and said, "I'll chop you to death."
"What to cut?"
Xu Tianhua couldn't stand it anymore and said coldly: "You know how to cut this and that every day. If you have the ability, you can kill all the bandits by yourself?"
"It also saves your sixth brother from getting hurt."
"I……"
Wen Qi's face was red and his neck was thick from being choked.
Sixth Brother was injured because he was not good at his studies.
Xu Tianhua had no intention of letting him go, and continued: "Do you know how expensive this acacia wine is?"
"Sir used acacia wine to treat your brother's injuries. You should be grateful, instead of yelling and disturbing him."
Qian Liu seemed to have found a close friend and agreed: "That's right, a jar of this acacia wine is worth a hundred taels of silver."
hiss!
Everyone was shocked.
Zhao Ping poured a jar of acacia wine worth one hundred taels of silver onto the wound without blinking.
How seriously should we pay attention to the wounded? !
While shocked, everyone was also filled with gratitude.
At least if you follow Zhao Ping, you won't be disliked by him if you get injured in the future.
On the contrary, he will do whatever it takes to heal your injuries.
"hehe."
Xu Tianhua sneered, "One hundred taels?"
"Qian Liu, you underestimate the value of acacia wine."
"I will tell you."
"Mr. Zhao sold me the acacia wine for five thousand taels per jar."
"What?"
Qian Liu was moved, "How much did you say?"
Others were also shocked and looked at Xu Tianhua, thinking he was bragging.
Isn't it just a jar of wine?
How could it be worth so much money?
Even if it's fine wine, it's impossible to have five thousand taels in a jar.
"Is five thousand taels a lot?"
Xu Tianhua disagreed, stroking his beard and said, "This is just the price I got from Mr. Zhao."
"When delivered to the capital, a jar of acacia wine can be sold for ten thousand taels."
thump!
Qian Liuyi couldn't hold it back and fell to the ground.
No one paid attention to him, and everyone around him was immersed in shock.
Before Qian Liu said that one jar of acacia wine was one hundred taels, everyone felt that Zhao Ping was a bit of a prodigal.
He actually used such valuable things to treat the wounded.
The key is still a wounded person who may die at any time.
But now Xu Tianhua said that the acacia wine was worth ten thousand taels, which was beyond people's knowledge.
Even Liu Mengru was a little sluggish.
I never thought that acacia wine could be so expensive?
Zhao Ping didn't care about the things around him. He devoted himself to treating Liu Jun.
Still pouring acacia wine, cleaning and disinfecting Liu Jun's wounds.
"Brother Ping, we can't fall down."
Qian Liu came to his senses, hurriedly climbed over to Zhao Ping, and reached out to pull Zhao Ping's arm.
"This isn't wine, it's just free money."
In just a short while, Zhao Ping poured out more than a pound of acacia wine.
Ten thousand liang and one altar.
One pound is one thousand taels.
Liu Jun is just a bandit. Is his life worth that much?
Even Wen Qi no longer stopped him at this time.
He was also asking himself, is Liu Jun's life worth ten thousand taels of silver?
The importance of friendship is true.
But when real money and silver are placed in front of them, how many people can make a decision without struggling?
"If the money is gone, you can make it again."
Zhao Ping pushed him away and said impatiently: "But if my life is gone, it is really gone."
He took the opportunity to look around again and said coldly: "So you all must live a good life for me, even if it is to save me money."
Everyone nodded numbly.
Qian Liu cried.
As Zhao Ping's financial controller, he knows that Zhao Ping spends money like water.
If this continues, there will really be very little left.
But he couldn't stop it.
Zhao Ping could use acacia wine to treat his injuries at the beginning, but now he can't treat others' injuries?
We are all brothers and should be treated equally.
Only Song Ming didn't seem to know the importance of money. He helped Liu Jun clean his wounds according to Zhao Ping's request.
After cleaning, the two applied gold sore medicine to him.
Zhao Ping found another needle and thread to suture Liu Jun's wound.
Song Ming asked: "Sir, why do you need to sew up the wound?"
"Prevents infection and also speeds healing."
Zhao Ping explained briefly and then continued his actions.
After suturing, Wenhui was ordered to bring some boiled linen to bandage Liu Jun.
By the time everything was done, he was exhausted and sweating.
But he didn't dare to rest, and treated other wounds on Liu Jun's body before going to treat the next wounded person.
Song and Ming Dynasties also followed the same example, stopping bleeding, disinfecting, and bandaging.
Although he didn't know the reason for doing this, since Zhao Ping did it, it was right.
Moreover, medicine is the truth derived from continuous practice.
After a period of time, we can see whether this method is effective by looking at the recovery of these injured people.
Some of them had broken arms and legs.
Without X-rays, it was impossible to check the fracture of the bones. Zhao Ping could only touch based on his own experience.
In addition, ask the wounded about their pain to make a simple judgment.
Then find a wooden board to help fix it.
This wave of wounded has not yet been treated, and Qi Liang has also returned with a large force.
Fortunately, there were not many seriously injured among them.
Even so, Zhao Ping and Song Ming were busy until dawn the next day before they finished treating all the wounded.
Zhao Ping did not rest, but called everyone together for a meeting to announce the results of the game.
