The small courtyard that Du Mian rents is also in Shouxifang. It is a quiet second-in house with a quiet environment.
Qin Liuxi was led to the bedroom by his personal servant, Vasong. Du Mian was half-leaning on the bed, propped up on the bed and straightened up, saying, "Dumou is rude, I can't come to greet the Young Master in person."
"Monks don't talk about nonsense." Qin Liuxi saw that the room was a little dull, so he asked Vasong to open the window and said: "You have external injuries all over your body, so you don't have to cover the windows tightly like a mother in confinement. It’s so dense that no wind can blow through it. Not to mention there’s no ventilation, and you’re still wearing tight clothes. It’s so sweltering. Do you want the wounds on your body to pick up some maggots to add to your meal?”
Du Mian: "..."
I didn't think it was anything at first, but after hearing what she said, I felt that the painful and festering wound was itching.
Qin Liuxi said to Vasong: "Go and ask someone to prepare more hot water, clean and breathable white cotton cloth, some spirits, and then ask the kitchen to chop some lean pork and stew it into a clear soup. No need to add any medicinal materials..."
She told her everything she wanted.
Vasong made a note of it, and when he got to the door, he summoned someone and told him to go down.
Qin Liuxi took Du Mian's hand and started to hold his pulse, while Teng Zhao placed the prepared utensils in a row on a small table.
Du Mian looked over and saw the row of knives, scissors and hooks that were emitting cold light. His whole body froze and his muscles tightened.
"Are you scared?" Qin Liuxi raised his head, looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Why is he a powerful man who has suffered more than thirty sword wounds, and is he scared when he sees these mere knives?"
Du Mian smiled bitterly: "It makes my heart palpitate to think that they will re-open my wounds and face them so directly."
"Don't worry, I won't let you look at me directly." Qin Liuxi held his pulse, opened a prescription, and said: "Go to the small couch in front of the window, take off your upper body clothes, and I will give you an acupuncture first. The meridians are dredged and the qi flows smoothly.”
Everyone performs their duties.
He took off his clothes and lay down on the couch, leaving only a half pair of underpants, which exposed all the hideous wounds on Du Mian's body, making people take a breath.
To be able to survive with such a serious injury requires great perseverance and desire to live.
Qin Liuxi held the silver needle with his fingertips, picked out the acupuncture points, and quickly inserted them. However, in a short time, the needles had already been inserted into several important acupoints on Du Mian's body.
Then he asked Teng Zhao to light a piece of incense beside him.
I don’t know what the incense is made of. It is different from ordinary spices. It smells calm, peaceful and worry-free.
Du Mian felt a warm current flowing through his body. He felt more comfortable than ever since he was injured.
"You must be living by the water. The cold on your body is a bit heavy, which is not conducive to wound healing." Qin Liuxi looked at Du Mian and said, "I will give you acupuncture, which will help the blocked qi to unblock the meridians. The cold will Some of them can be removed, but to completely drive away the cold, several more injections will be needed after today.”
"Thank you." Du Mian was a little drowsy.
Vasong was so excited, this young temple master was so amazing, he could find out all this.
After leaving the needle on for a quarter of an hour, Qin Liuxi raised it and looked at Teng Zhao: "Give him the Sleeping Saint Powder to drink."
Teng Zhao nodded, took out a medicine bottle from the medicine box, took a cup and poured a little into it, then turned it into water and put it to Du Mian's mouth.
"This is?"
"Good stuff, drink it."
Du Mian drank the water with his hand. It was bitter and astringent, so good.
Boom.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep on the bed.
Vasong was shocked: "Young Master, this..."
"It's okay, I'll fall asleep so I can work." The expression on Qin Liuxi's face did not change: "He will be grateful to me."
She walked aside and cleaned her hands carefully, while Teng Zhao put the knives and other items into a large porcelain plate, soaked them in spirits and sterilized them, then wiped them dry with cotton cloth and put them away one by one. The golden sore medicine had already been taken out.
Qin Liuxi covered half of his face with a triangular cloth. The first thing he dealt with was the big wound on his abdomen. The wound was rolled over and the flesh was festering. The medicine had made the wound even more hideous, and the pus and blood were shocking.
She took a sharp knife and gently scratched the wound that had been involved.
Pfft.
The pus and blood were scratched, and a few drops spattered on the cloth around her mouth and nose, and two drops fell on her forehead.
Vasong subconsciously looked at the sleeping master. He was as if he was dead and had no consciousness at all.
He quickly looked at his chest and saw that his master's chest was rising and falling slightly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Still alive.
Vasong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then looked at Qin Liuxi's movements, cutting the wound, picking out the carrion with a knife. If it couldn't be scraped with a knife, he cut it with scissors, hooked the wound, and cleaned the carrion bit by bit. All the way down to the wound, it was like digging a bloody hole.
Vasong was trembling all over.
The master really wanted to be grateful to her. If she looked at her like this, let alone feel the pain, she would have to endure so much psychological pressure just by looking at this scene.
Qin Liuxi was distracted and focused on the movements of his hands. He didn't say anything except to ask for clean cotton cloth and medicine.
Removing carrion is not done casually. If the wound is deep, you must pay attention to avoid blood vessels, otherwise it will cause severe bleeding and the calf will be dead, so you cannot ignore it.
The pus and blood were cleaned bit by bit, and the festering flesh was scraped off and dropped into a small porcelain bowl. The bloody cotton cloth was thrown into the basin one by one.
Cleaning, rinsing, applying medicine, sewing wounds, a series of actions are done in an orderly manner.
After the wound was treated, a layer of sweat had already seeped out on Qin Liuxi's forehead, and Teng Zhao was responsible for wiping her sweat with a clean cotton cloth.
Vasong acted as the assistant and sighed in his heart when he saw the tacit understanding between the master and the apprentice, and the master who didn't know how to pretend to be dead.
You are the most comfortable!
There were many wounds on Du Mian's body. If we count them, there were six that needed to be re-opened and treated. The most serious one was on Zuo Guancun, which also took the longest to deal with because the tendon in his hand was broken.
And the stitching here is far more delicate and careful than the others.
Vasong really wanted to ask, can a broken hand tendon be sewn back on, and can it get better in the future?
Teng Zhao looked over, raised his index finger to his lips, and hissed.
Vasong shut his mouth and didn't dare to disturb.
The long period of treating the wound and adding stitches took a lot of energy and energy, making Qin Liuxi's face pale, and only the hand holding the needle remained motionless.
Teng Zhao pursed his lips, his eyes filled with admiration.
The same goes for Vasong, his eyes full of respect and shock.
The mountains stand tall.
This does not require the young contemporary master to be worthy of it.
Qin Liuxi finished treating the last wound, straightened up, and staggered slightly, and was supported by Teng Zhao.
"It's okay, let's finish the bandaging." Qin Liuxi raised her lips at him.
Teng Zhao followed her instructions to clean up the blood stains, then applied the last medicine and bandaged it with gauze.
Qin Liuxi personally applied medicine to strengthen the tendons and bones on the knife wound in Zuoguan Cun. After fixing it with two thin splints, he took out the needle again and pricked several acupuncture points to allow blood and gas to circulate.
"Okay." She stood up straight, looked at Du Mian, who was pale due to excessive blood loss, and let out a long breath.
This job requires a lot of energy and energy, and the other party has to donate half of the Medicine King Palace.
