The smoke slowly disperses, and the aroma of meat fills the air.
The psychological defenses of the bandits who managed to survive have collapsed.
Zouping and Gezan led their troops to rush out of the stronghold and carried out a killing blow.
When the sun rose high, the fighting came to an abrupt end.
After dealing with the sand bandits, the lair was completely secured, and it was time for Song Che to leave.
He had already planned to travel from the north to the west in two months, visiting various countries in the Western Region along the way and lobbying them to join forces to defeat the Hu.
Diplomacy is also a business, but it is elevated to the national level.
Tang Hulu and others stayed in the village.
After the infrastructure construction of Zhaizi is completed and it officially becomes a country, mutual markets can be opened.
Of course, it takes a lot of time to build a country.
I hope that when I return, it will be completely different.
On July 27th, Song Che and the female swordsmen, carrying 300 pieces of silk borrowed from Tang Hulu, pretended to be a caravan and set off towards the north along the desert edge.
The first stop is Gaochangguo.
Although Gaochang is not as good as Uighur and Dadan, it still has a population of 100,000 and an army of 20,000. It is an alliance partner that must be won.
On the third day of August, after seven days of trading, we finally left the cruel desert and Gobi and entered a lush and fertile plain. Looking from a distance, we saw the endless Tianshan Mountains, connecting the sky and the earth. It seemed to be close before our eyes, but in fact it was far away. and.
At noon on the fourth day of August, there were more and more villages and shops along the way, and the capital of Gaochang came into view.
"Where are you from?"
Every passing Gaochang people would like to say a curious greeting.
Song Che told them that he was from the Liang Dynasty, and they all looked at him with respect and yearning.
As long as the country is strong and your backbone is straightened, you will be respected wherever you go.
When I arrived outside the gate of Gaochang City, I saw a bunch of people gathered in front of the bulletin board next to me.
"Brother-in-law, hurry up, hurry up, watch the excitement!"
Liu Xiang'er excitedly pulled Song Che and squeezed into the crowd.
There was a poster posted on the bulletin board. It was not written in Chinese characters and the content could not be clearly seen. The onlookers were chattering in Gaochang dialect that they did not understand.
Standing under the bulletin board was a bearded man wearing a scarf and satin clothes. He was accompanied by four guards holding spears. He looked like he was a Gaochang official.
The bearded official pointed at the article and spit, looking very anxious.
"Hey! Is there anyone who can speak Daliang dialect?" Liu Xiang'er howled at the top of her lungs.
The crowd fell silent for a moment, and their eyes came at him at the same time. Most of them were confused and they didn't understand.
"A bright man!" The bearded official exclaimed with an awkward accent. He came over, looked at Song Che and others from beginning to end, and then asked, "Are you really a bright man?"
"We are not Liang people, but Liang people, the beams of the pillars, the beams of the roof." Liu Xiang'er explained loudly.
"Xian'er, it's rare for someone to speak Mandarin. The more you explain, the more confused you become."
Song Che shook his head and gave a slight salute to the bearded man, "We are businessmen from Dongtu Daliang. We happened to pass through your country. My surname is Song Che..."
He introduced himself and pointed to the list: "Your Excellency, you look very anxious. Did you encounter something?"
"Ah! What a great man! His Majesty the King will be saved this time!"
Immediately, the bearded man also introduced himself. It turned out that he was the imperial minister of Gaochang Kingdom, named Ayigu. He said:
Half a month ago, King Apdu of Gaochang went out hunting and accidentally fell off his horse, causing an injury to his calf. He thought it was nothing serious, so he simply applied medicine and bandaged it and ignored it. Unexpectedly, three days later, he still injured his calf. The wound did not heal, and the pus, redness, and swelling continued to spread. The king's body also deteriorated. In less than half a month, he was lying on the bed dying...
After hearing this description, the first thought that popped into Song Che's mind was: bacterial infection.
"Dear Mr. Song, you are a businessman from Shangbang Celestial Dynasty. You must be well-informed. Our king is in danger. Can you help us? You can even try!" Ah Yigu grabbed Song. Che's hands, pleading urgently.
If he were an ordinary businessman, he might not dare to take this job. After all, treating the king is no joke.
Song Che was originally worried about how to persuade Gaochang to form an alliance. Now, the opportunity has come, right?
"You have found the right person. Although Song's main job is a businessman, his side job is a doctor. However, I made a promise in advance that if your king cannot be cured, you cannot blame me."
"Definitely, definitely! I remember there is a saying in Daliang, which is called 'a dead horse is treated as a live horse doctor'. Although it is not appropriate to use it on the king, you must try it no matter what if you have the chance!"
Ah Yigu agreed wholeheartedly, immediately called the soldiers to prepare the car, and rushed to the palace with Song Che.
The palace, the palace.
King Apdu of Gaochang was lying on the bed, with a sallow complexion and sunken eye sockets. He was in his early thirties, but he seemed to be dying of an old man, already terminally ill.
"Your Majesty the King, you are saved. This Mr. Song is a miracle doctor from Daliang. He will definitely be able to cure your illness!" A Yigu came closer to the pillow and told happily.
Song Che cursed in his heart: Damn it, Amway gave me the title of "miracle doctor" so quickly?
Abdu's lips moved slightly, as if he was struggling to pronounce words.
Song Che lifted up the sheets and saw that the inflamed wound had almost spread to his calf, which was as big as a palm. It was red, swollen, and had festered and pus-filled.
Song Che frowned, poked the edge of the wound with his hand, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"Hiss..." Abdu's body tensed up in pain.
Pain is a good thing. If there is no pain, it means that the skin and flesh have become necrotic, and in the worst case, amputation is required.
"Boss, this wound... why don't you try our golden sore medicine?" Nangong Yue asked.
Song Che shook his head, "If you used gold sore medicine at the beginning of the injury, it can still be used to sterilize and disinfect the wound. Now that the wound has been colonized by bacteria, you must use antibacterial medicine both internally and externally."
"Antibacterial?" The ancient people looked confused.
The most common antibiotic is penicillin.
Anyone who has studied biology knows that penicillin is extracted from Penicillium, but how to extract it is really unclear to those who have not graduated from a pathology major.
Although penicillin is difficult, there is one thing whose bactericidal ability is no worse than penicillin. That is allicin, which we always say "if you eat meat but not garlic, the flavor will be half as good".
"Bring the alcohol and my magic medicine first!" Song Che greeted.
Nangong Yue packed up her backpack and took out a bottle of alcohol and a capsule and handed them to Song Che. She said with some reluctance: "Boss, these are the last four capsules left."
Amoxicillin capsule!
Originally, there were many others in Song Che, but it was all the fault of Taishi Jia's son of a bitch, who chased him when he left Luoyang, and ended up falling into the Bian River.
Nowadays, this medicine was as effective as an elixir in ancient times. It was for this reason that Nangong Yue was so reluctant to part with it.
To be honest, Song Che couldn't bear to part with it. This was not only a magical antibacterial medicine, but also equivalent to his certificate from a person who traveled through time a thousand years ago. It had a strong commemorative significance!
"Oh...it doesn't matter, saving people is more important." Song Che handed the alcohol and capsule to A Yigu and warned:
"I'll let you doctors use this bottle of alcohol to clean the suppurating and rotten wounds on the king's legs later. It may hurt a little, but it's normal;
Clean the wound and give another pill of this medicine. In the next three hours, you must always pay attention to the observation. If His Majesty the King has vomiting and nausea, it means that he is allergic to this kind of medicine, and he can no longer take the medicine. If he does not have any symptoms If it feels uncomfortable, feed it another pill. Understand? "
Although Ah Yigu was confused, he still nodded in agreement.
