"Where can I find a boat for you now?" Guan Xing said impatiently, "After all, he is the general leading an army alone. How can he come up with so many requests?"
Feng Yongxin said that the butt is not yours, so of course you don’t feel bad.
"What about the medical workers? The medical workers don't know how to ride a horse!"
"When the time comes, someone will take him. It's only a day's journey. What are you afraid of?"
Guan Xing said matter-of-factly.
There is no shortage of horses. Now they have the support of the Longyou Hu people, and Feng Yong is their future rich man.
So without Feng Yong having to say anything, the Qiang and Hu leaders would secretly establish friendship with Feng Yong in advance, sending good horses one after another, not only fifty but also thirty.
"Polu, come here."
In front of a carefully selected tall horse, Feng Yong waved to Liu Hun.
"What are your orders, general?"
Liu Hun came over with some confusion.
"I remember you were very good at riding?"
Feng Yong asked.
Mentioning what he is good at, Liu Hun showed a reserved and somewhat proud look on his face, "Return to the general, how can I use this horse without good equestrian skills? I dare not say anything else, but This little guy is still somewhat confident in his riding skills."
"That's good." Feng Yong was overjoyed, "You can take me with you when we ride horses later. Remember to ride more steadily on the road and not be too bumpy."
"I will obey my orders."
Although he was a little confused and didn't understand that General Feng would make such a request, Liu Hun immediately agreed.
Feng Yong nodded with satisfaction.
Today's horses do not have stirrups, and most of the saddles are made of wood. In his current state, if he really wanted to sit on it and run wildly for a day, Feng Yong felt that he might die.
Although Liu Hun was a Huns, he had been accustomed to Han rituals for a long time and was very good at conduct, so he was very easy to use.
Although Tianshui County had just returned to the hands of the Han Dynasty, it had the support of local noble families and Qianghu. It was also protected by Nan'an County and Guangwei County in the middle, and was not connected to Liangzhou and Guanzhong.
Therefore, among the four counties in Longyou, Tianshui County is already the most powerful one controlled by the Han Dynasty.
Guan Xing and Feng Yongyong did not need to bring too many people, they only needed to lead people forward on a light horse.
When they met the army led by Jiang Wei, it was when Zhang Bao fell ill.
Zhang Bao, who was lying on the couch, was trembling slightly, his limbs were stiff, and the muscles in his body were tense and as hard as stone.
His neck was not leaning against the pillow, but was already slightly raised, and you could see that the veins were almost bursting out of the skin, which was a sign of muscle contraction.
The weirdest thing is that Zhang Bao still has a smile on his face.
If you don't look at his face, this weird posture will make people feel that he is in great pain at this time, but if you look at his face again, it will make people feel that he is involuntarily, which is really weird.
Guan Xing rushed in and saw this situation, he was very anxious, "Xingwu, how are you?"
When Zhang Bao heard the voice, his bloodshot eyes rolled to the side, as if trying to see the person clearly, which proved that he was still conscious.
Feng Yong, who followed later, walked with weird steps, with his legs spread wide apart, his toes bouncing, and he kept breathing in at the same time.
Feng Yong's figure was reflected in Zhang Bao's pupils. His eyes, which were originally wide, suddenly became a little wider, and there was actually a bit of hope.
Feng Yong came over and saw that Zhang Bao's face was already red and purple, and his lips were blue, and he felt nervous!
"No, this is poor breathing!"
During a tetanus attack, every muscle in the human body may experience spasm. If the respiratory muscles are affected, the respiratory muscles cannot be controlled voluntarily, resulting in difficulty breathing.
In severe cases, it can cause respiratory arrest or even death from suffocation.
"What's the meaning?"
Guan Xing saw that Zhang Bao's illness seemed to be much more serious than a few days ago, and he felt anxious.
Now when I see Feng Yong say this with a solemn face, my heart suddenly becomes anxious. Although I don't understand, this is definitely not a good thing.
"I just can't breathe."
"What should we do?"
Feng Yong didn't answer. He ignored his sore butt, sucked in the cold air, stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to pinch Zhang Bao's chin, and tried to open his mouth.
Zhang Bao's teeth didn't move at all despite the force he put on his hands.
Feng Yong knew that it was not that Zhang Bao was unwilling to cooperate, but that he could no longer control his muscles.
The force of clenching his teeth was too great.
If you forcefully open it, there may be a way to do it, but in this case, Zhang Bao's jaw will probably not be removed, or at least it will be injured.
Seeing the white cloth wrapped around Zhang Bao's forehead, Feng Yong pulled it off and found that the wound was actually not big, and had begun to scar, with some redness and swelling inside.
Feng Yong got closer and saw that there were no traces of medicine around the wound. He frowned slightly and asked, "Did you not apply medicine after you were injured?"
"It was just an accidental injury. Bu Qu had wiped away the blood at that time. After returning to the camp, the medical staff bandaged it again. Xingwu had already woken up by then and found that the wound was not too big and the blood was already gone. It stopped, so I didn’t care.”
Guan Xing explained from behind.
Feng Yong turned around angrily, "Wipe up the blood? What did you use to wipe it off? How did the medical staff deal with it?"
Seeing Feng Yong's expression, Guan Xing was a little unsure of the meaning of his words, and looked a little panicked, "What do you mean by this?"
"There are records in my sect that the reason why metal-inflicted fistula occurs is because evil things invade the human body through wounds. There are two situations where you are most likely to get metal-inflicted fistula."
"The first case is that after the injury, dirt entered the wound, and the second case is that the wound was caused by rusty iron tools."
"In both cases, if the wound is not cleaned in time and the wound is wrapped tightly, the possibility of getting a wound will be greatly increased."
Clostridium tetani is an anaerobic pathogen and can easily grow and multiply in narrow and deep wounds without oxygen.
Feng Yongyong didn't know whether Zhang Bao's wound was deep or not, but when he heard Guan Xing's words, he thought that he must have been careless in handling the wound.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong sneered, "Brother Zhang fell down on the mountain and was injured when he hit a rock. It was very likely that he was covered in mud when he was injured."
"I don't know how those Bu Qu wiped Zhang's wounds. I think even if there was mud on the wound, they wouldn't notice it. That's all."
"After returning to the camp, you saw that the bleeding had stopped, the person was awake again, and the wound was not too big. According to your military habits, it was probably just a hasty bandage."
Having said this, Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Bao again and let out a long sigh. He felt both pity and anger. He couldn't tell what it felt like.
Although Feng Yong didn't explain clearly, Guan Xing already understood.
His face suddenly turned extremely pale.
In this way, doesn’t Zhang Bao bring it upon himself? Even the people around him were unintentionally accomplices.
"What should we do?" Guan Xing immediately grabbed Feng Yong's hand, "You must find a way to save him!"
Feng Yong could feel Guan Xing's hands shaking slightly, it was because of fear.
At this moment, Fan Qi was finally helped in.
Poor him, his riding skills are limited to being able to barely ride on a donkey's back.
Fan Qiyuan failed to master the technique of galloping on horseback.
So along the way, others were leading him on horseback.
Looking at Fan Qi, whose steps were sloppy and his face was pale, Feng Yong knew that he had been bumped along the way.
It's just that Zhang Bao's condition left Fan Qi no time to rest.
Fan Qi was helped to Zhang Bao's bed and began to examine the wound.
"This wound must be opened and all the rotten flesh inside must be cut out."
Fan Qi said decisively, while turning around, "The villain must also check General Zhang's whole body to see if there are any other wounds."
"Brother, Dr. Fan has to treat the Zhang family brother, so we should go out first while we are waiting."
Feng Yong saw Guan Xing standing behind Fan Qi, watching Fan Qi's every move anxiously, and then gave him some advice.
Without turning his head, Guan Xing waved his hand and said, "Everyone waiting, please get out."
"Brother, we have to go out too."
Feng Yong's voice sounded faintly behind him.
Guan Xing then turned around and said, "Us? Just waiting around?"
Feng Yong looked at him expressionlessly.
Feng Yong looked at him and felt guilty. No matter how reluctant Guan Xing was, he could only respond, "Okay, I'll leave now."
Not only Guan Xing is leaving, but Feng Yong is also leaving.
Although Guan Xing was extremely reluctant, he could only go outside and wait.
Compared to Guan Xing who was walking around at the entrance of the camp, Feng Yong was much calmer and found a place to sit down not far away.
Although tetanus is scary, it is not contagious, and Feng Yong's army already has standard procedures for dealing with this disease, so Fan Qi came out quickly.
"How about it?"
Guan Xing rushed up to him immediately.
Very much like the family members waiting in front of the operating room in future generations.
"General Zhang's illness has been stopped by the villain," Fan Qi replied, "Currently, it is confirmed that there is a lesion on the forehead, so the first place the evil is infected is the face and throat. This leads to General Zhang's symptoms every day. Every time the disease attacks, you may be out of breath..."
"Can it be cured?"
Guan Xing couldn't understand these words and asked impatiently.
Feng Yong came over and helped Fan Qi, "This disease can be cured, but it depends on the severity of the disease and the person's fate. If you have a good life, you can live. If you have a bad life, you will die."
"you!"
Guan Xing turned around suddenly and stared at Feng Yong, like a beast that chose people to devour.
After all, Feng Yong was a man who had defeated famous generals. How could he succumb to Guan Xing's momentum? He immediately said to Fan Qi, "How to treat General Zhang? Just go ahead and do it. Whatever you need to prepare, just tell Liu Hun." .”
"promise."
After everyone left, Guan Xing was about to go in to see Zhang Bao when Feng Yong held his hand and said, "Brother, don't worry, I have something I want to tell you."
"Say something quickly!!"
Guan Xing's tone was harsh.
Feng Yong understood his impatience. After all, Zhang Bao inside was his true love brother.
It was just because Guan Xing and Zhang Bao were really gay, so Feng Yong felt that he had something to tell him.
"The fewer people know about this, the better. Brother, please follow me."
Feng Yong secretly pulled Guan Xing into a corner, and then said softly, "Brother, you know, in fact, many times, Jin Chuangfang did not die of illness, but because he could not breathe."
When Fan Qi was talking about Zhang Bao's condition just now, he winked at Feng Yong.
After the battle in Jieting, Feng Yong, who had always paid close attention to the treatment of injured soldiers in the army, thought about it briefly and understood what he meant by his words and that look.
For the officers and men in his own camp, as long as he can survive, Fan Qi has the final say on how to treat him.
But Zhang Bao was different. His status meant that some treatment methods required prior approval.
This kind of thing can only be done by Feng Yong.
As soon as Guan Xing heard Feng Yong talking about Zhang Bao's condition, he immediately became concerned, "What do you mean? Please explain clearly."
"This means that even if the disease can be cured, he may have died from being out of breath before he gets better. The Zhang family brother's illness is not too serious so far."
"It's just that his wound was on his forehead, and the first thing affected was his throat, so every time he got sick, he would have trouble breathing. We had to find a way to let him breathe when he got sick. "
When Guan Xing heard this, he realized, "So you just broke Xingwu's chin just to let him breathe?"
Feng Yong nodded, glanced at Guan Xing, and said hesitantly, "If you want Brother Zhang to breathe smoothly, opening his chin is only the first step."
Guan Xing didn't expect the meaning of Feng Yong's words at all, and asked eagerly, "What's the next step?"
Feng Yong's eyes were a little erratic and he didn't dare to look at Guan Xing, "Brother... do you know... do you know about the habit of cutting sleeves?"
"Broken what? Broken sleeves?"
Guan Xing's eyes suddenly widened.
"Yes." Feng Yong said quietly, "When my brother got falciparum malaria in Nanzhong, I asked the Zhang family brother the same question..."
Guan Xing suddenly shuddered. He looked at Feng Yong and flinched a little. At the same time, he stepped back involuntarily, "What do you mean?"
"Just open the Zhang brother's mouth, then pinch his nose, and finally blow air into his mouth vigorously..."
Feng Yong made a gesture.
Although Feng Yong only waved his arm symbolically a few times, Guan Xing was unsteady on his feet as if he saw an evil ghost, staggered and almost fell to the ground.
His lips trembled, "You...you..."
"Brother, my brother's condition is unlikely to be relieved for a while. None of us know whether he will be able to breathe the next time he attacks."
Feng Yong refused to let Guan Xing go so easily. Guan Xing took two steps back, and he took two steps forward.
He could only hear him continue to say, "And if the Zhang family brother is allowed to clench his teeth like this when he is sick, there will be a risk of biting off his tongue..."
"do not talk!"
Guan Xing shouted loudly, his teeth chattering, and he glared at Feng Yong fiercely. The look on his face showed that if he could, he would like to kill this bumpkin on the spot!
This time, Feng Yong was startled and quickly took two steps back.
"How to do?"
Guan Xing squeezed out these words through his teeth.
Artificial respiration, which generally means supplying air and compressing the chest, can be explained in three or two sentences. It does not require much personal demonstration, and Feng Yong has no intention of demonstrating it himself.
"It's best to let someone with a long breath do this. In this case, more Qi will enter the Zhang family brother."
Feng Yong said this and glanced at Guan Xing.
Guan Xing's mouth twitched.
"When the Zhang family brother got sick, he was conscious. Well, um, it's best to find someone who won't cause trouble for the Zhang family brother afterwards. Otherwise, it's not good to drag others down."
Feng Tubiao glanced at Guan Xing again.
Guan Xing held each other's hands so hard that his joints were turning white. He was afraid that if he couldn't control himself well, he would be unable to help but slap the boy in front of him.
"So much bullshit!"
Guan Xing said harshly.
Feng Yong pretended not to hear, and then took out something from his body, "When the Zhang family brother got sick, we couldn't open his mouth, so we need to put this thing in his mouth before he gets sick."
Guan Xing took a closer look and saw Feng Yong holding an odd thing in his hand.
A belt passes through a round wooden ball with several small holes on it.
"What's this?"
Guan Xing asked curiously.
"The mouth ball." Feng Yong shook it and explained with a serious face, "This small ball is used to block the mouth and prevent it from closing. The small holes on the top can be used for ventilation."
“This belt is used to put on the head to prevent the ball from being pushed out or swallowed.
"This is a good thing. Our army's lieutenants will use this thing whenever they have Jin Chuang Yin and those who have difficulty breathing. Others can easily provide air to the patient without having to worry about being unable to open the teeth. It also prevents beauties from biting their tongues.”
His words were serious and his expression was serious, but Guan Xing always felt that something was wrong. He always felt that this kid was extremely evil.
