"Join Xiping Village and be used by me."
Zhao Ping said: "If you agree, you can continue to live."
"Three years is a review period. If you perform well, you will be reinstated and you will be free."
"If you still want to continue to work for Xiping Village, you will be protected by Xiping Village and given due benefits..."
"I promise."
Before Zhao Ping could finish speaking, the four people rushed to express their opinions.
Just kidding, not agreeing is a dead end.
Aren’t you just working for Xiping Village?
After all, you are a slave yourself, so why don’t you sell your life to someone else?
What's more, their separation from Liu Wenhao's team resulted in Liu Wenhao's death. Even if Zhao Ping didn't kill them, Liu Lai would never let them go.
It's better to hide here and live an ignoble existence.
If you pass the review after three years and perform well, you can still be reinstated.
You will be free from now on.
With their abilities, even doing some physical work is enough to support themselves.
Maybe I can still save some money to buy fields and houses, marry a few wives and concubines, and live a happy life.
"only……"
Zhao Yong looked at his red and swollen calves.
In order to travel these days, Ruan Wendi and the others did not give them any medicine at all, and they did not even give them time to clean up.
They were even asked to speed up.
So much so that I'm numb now.
It was as if he had lost consciousness.
Can this work?
If you don't die, you will burn high incense.
"I have medicine here."
Zhao Ping took a look and said, "But this medicine is newly developed by me. It has only been tested on animals. It can reduce inflammation."
"But I can't guarantee what will happen after people use it."
"Do you want to try it?"
Zhao Yong, Li Qi and the two followers were stunned.
Can medicine also be developed?
Shouldn't it be paired with a few pairs and tortured for a while?
But people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.
At least Li Qi and Zhao Yong chose to agree and let Zhao Ping handle it.
The two attendants had the courage to ask, "Sir, if we don't agree, will you kill us now?"
"That won't happen."
Zhao Ping smiled and shook his head, "I don't like killing very much."
"As long as you can stay here and work peacefully and don't cause trouble."
"We won't treat it."
The two breathed a sigh of relief.
They were just followers and knew nothing about Zhao Ping.
All I know is that Zhao Ping is a seventh-grade wine tasting officer.
Can a wine tasting officer know how to treat illnesses?
He was fine originally, but after his treatment, he probably wouldn't survive for a few days.
Li Qi and Zhao Yong did not persuade them, after all, they could not protect themselves.
He even took the initiative to move some positions to put a certain distance between himself and the two people, so as to clear the relationship.
"Wen Qi, please leave these two alone."
Zhao Ping ordered: "Send it back to Heifeng Village and leave it to Zhang Zhongliang for arrangements."
"Because they have injuries on their legs, they can reduce the number of tasks for the time being, but after the injury heals, they will have to count down the number of tasks."
"good."
Wen Qi agreed and led the people to drag the two followers away.
Zhao Ping then said to Li Qi and Zhao Yong: "In view of the commendable courage of the two of you, others will review it for three years, but I will reduce it to one year for you."
"If you perform well, you can still get exemptions."
"Thank you, sir."
The two said excitedly.
Zhao Ping didn't waste any more nonsense and asked Zuo Zhigang and Ruan Wendi to help lift the two of them to the bed.
In fact, the residence at the back has a dedicated ward.
However, although the origin of these two people is clear, they are the enemy's guards. It is hard to say whether they will fight back, because it is inconvenient for them to see more things.
Even to be on the safe side, the two of them were tied up tightly.
The euphemistic saying was that it would hurt during the treatment for a while, and I was worried that the treatment would fail due to the struggle between the two of them, so I tied the person up.
The two knew clearly that Zhao Ping was afraid of being counterattacked by them, so they didn't mind.
Going to someone else's lair to counter their boss will only hasten your death.
When everything was ready, Zhao Ping went to prepare things.
Wound infection is treated in two steps.
The first step is debridement.
The infected part needs to be incised, the pus inside must be removed, and then the wound must be disinfected to stop the bleeding and sutured.
The second step is to reduce inflammation.
Just a penicillin drip.
It takes three to five days to completely recover.
Of course, a skin test is required before injecting an intravenous drip. After all, this stuff is prone to allergies.
Zhao Ping didn't want to have a fatal allergy to penicillin just after he invented it. It would easily scare others. Who would dare to ask him to treat it in the future?
There are no syringes in the Dawei Dynasty.
Zhao Ping used a bamboo tube to make a simple one.
There is no rubber, and the middle push piece is made of beef tendon, which can meet the needs.
The needles are made from tiny reed stems.
It's sharper.
Zhao Ping also experimented, and there was no problem with piercing the skin and piercing the blood vessels.
Just need to prick a few more times.
Of course, you can also use a needle to prick it in advance, and then insert the reed rod.
Anyway, the syringe is ready.
Zhao Ping dissolved penicillin in physiological saline, sucked some into the syringe, and began to conduct a skin test.
Even with his proficiency in acupuncture, using a needle made from a reed pole, it took him five or six times to successfully insert it.
Fortunately, Zhao Yong and Li Qi were both men, and they didn't even frown.
It's just a little strange. Can this thing cure diseases?
Zhao Ping didn't explain to them either.
At this moment, he thought of Song Ming again.
If Song Ming were here, he would definitely ask the question, so that he could show off.
Talking about medicine with Ruan Wendi, Li Hu, Zuo Zhigang and others is no different from playing the piano to a cow.
No chance to show off.
I don’t know if Song Mingguan has resigned, but I am still waiting for him to come back as the dean.
Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Zhao Ping put aside these thoughts and began to debridement.
He took out the dagger and roasted it on the flame for a while.
Then he pinched Li Qi's injured calf, found the location of the pus, and cut open the skin.
"ah!"
Li Qi screamed in pain.
"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?"
"I have surrendered to you, why do you want to kill me?"
"Even if you want to kill, you should give me a good time, right?"
"You actually want to attack me, do you still have any humanity?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Before Zhao Ping could speak, Ruan Wendi glared and scolded, "You know nothing."
"Sir, I'm saving you."
"help me?"
Li Qi didn't believe it at all.
"Are you going to cut me with a knife to save me?"
"There's still a wound there."
"Don't I feel pain?"
"Damn it, if I had known that your Xiping Village was so evil, I would have refused to submit to you no matter what. In the worst case, we would both lose."
"shut up!"
Zhao Ping scolded: "Your calf was probably stabbed by an arrow. The wound was not treated in time, which led to infection."
"The pus inside must be scraped out at this time."
"Otherwise, your leg will be useless."
"Do you want to be a useless person for the rest of your life?"
"I took you in because I wanted you to work for me. I wanted to make money, not to raise a loser."
"Are you really treating me?"
Li Qi was stunned.
Zhao Ping ignored him and carefully removed the pus inside.
Large areas can be scraped out directly with a dagger.
But there is still a lot of it stuck to the skin, so it needs to be cleaned with alcohol.
After so long research, Zhao Ping has formulated medical alcohol.
Of course, the accuracy is definitely not as good as the medical alcohol from the previous life.
But it was the only one in the Dawei Dynasty.
But he was reluctant to use it on Li Qi.
After all, the quantity is limited, so the thing must be stored until the hospital is opened and placed in the hospital for emergencies.
To avoid being told by patients that the newly opened hospital does not have this or that, which will affect the reputation of the hospital.
Only acacia wine can be used.
"Sir, you can't."
Ruan Wendi became anxious when she saw this, "Sir, this is acacia wine."
"A jar is worth more than ten thousand taels of silver..."
"Isn't it twenty-five thousand taels?"
Li Hu muttered softly.
"Twenty-five thousand taels?"
Ruan Wendi was shocked again and opened her mouth wide.
"When... did this happen? Why didn't I know about it?"
"No, strictly speaking it should be forty thousand taels."
Li Hu thought for a moment and refuted his words.
"What's the meaning?"
Ruan Wendi could still accept more than 20,000 taels of silver per jar, but forty thousand taels, he wouldn't believe it even if I beat him to death.
If it weren't for Li Hu being Mr.'s personal bodyguard.
I'm afraid Ruan Wendi will directly call Li Hu a fool and Shabi now.
Even though he didn't curse, the way he looked at Li Hu was as if he was looking at Shabi.
"Brother Ping set up a cloth shop and organized a lottery."
"The highest prize is a jug of acacia wine, a pound of it."
"Liu Wenhao was also there at the time. When he saw someone winning the acacia wine, he directly raised the price and bought it for four thousand taels of silver per pot."
"A pound of acacia wine costs four thousand taels of silver. That jar, ten pounds, should be worth forty thousand taels of silver, right?"
"My calculation should be good."
hiss!
Ruan Wendi gasped.
I never imagined that the price of acacia wine would rise so quickly.
Ruan Wendi snatched the wine jar from Zhao Ping's hand and stopped him: "Sir, the acacia wine is too expensive and it would be too wasteful to use it on these two people."
Li Qi and Zhao Yong also nodded in agreement.
It was not until this moment that they truly believed that Zhao Ping was treating their injuries and was not about to be executed in Ling Chi.
"It's easy."
Zhao Ping said with a smile: "It is free to treat their injuries now. When their injuries are cured, they will pay me back with interest."
"When will it be over and when will we let them go?"
"That's not OK."
Ruan Wendi still didn't let go, "A jar is worth forty thousand taels of silver."
"The two of them are slaves. They can't get that much money even if they are sold. What's more, they are just working. How can they earn so much? They will never be able to repay them in a lifetime."
"No, it can't be used."
"Just wash it with water. Using acacia wine is too luxurious."
