Cheng Chubi turned around and saw Fang Jun, who was still holding a strip of cloth on his chest, and Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang, who were still following him. Only then did I think that today is the day when Fang Jun dismantled the stitches.

"You've come just in time, I've made a new dish, come and try it."

"You did it?" Sun Simiao took a deep breath of the tempting fragrance rippling in the air, and said with a shocked expression.

"That's natural, in front of so many people, can the younger generation still lie?" Cheng Chubi smiled, and the younger brothers behind him were drooling and nodding desperately.

Yuan Tiangang looked at the pot of fish fillets that were full of color and fragrance, floating on the surface, revealing white and tender and attractive colors, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. "That being the case, I'll also try the craftsmanship of the virtuous nephew."

A large pot of boiled fish fillets was divided into several plates, Sun Simiao picked up a chopstick of fish meat, first sniffed deeply, and then put the fish meat into his mouth and chewed slowly.

"It's so smooth, tender and fragrant, this spicy and hemp flavor is really tempting to appetite, Poor Dao didn't expect that the virtuous nephew is actually good at cooking."

Cheng Chubi was happy, and was about to pretend to be modest, but Cheng Laosi on the side jumped out. "No, my third brother's cooking skills were all taught by the white-bearded grandfather in his head."

Yuan Tiangang almost burned the fish fillet covered with hot oil, so he quickly took two breaths, swallowed the fish fillet, and looked at Cheng Chubi with a shocked face.

"What my third brother said, it was the white-bearded grandfather in the red robe who taught him medical skills, and the white-bearded grandfather in the yellow robe who taught him cooking, I'm not wrong, the third brother?" Cheng Laosi looked at Cheng Chubi, whose face was a little dark.

What else can I say? Cheng Chubi could only smile far-fetched to be perfunctory.

The two Taoist masters, Sun and Yuan, also laughed, secretly exchanging their eyes frantically. In the end, Sun Simiao cleared his throat and asked casually.

"Poor Dao remembers, the virtuous nephew Zeng Yan has three white-bearded old grandfathers in his head, the old man in the blue Taoist robe, what ability does he have to teach?"

Cheng Chubi fell into deep thought, mathematics, physics and chemistry, literature, history and philosophy, music and beauty, how to climb over the wall and get a piece of ...... Even the ninth set of radio gymnastics, the People's Liberation Army military physical boxing, ghost step dance, and popular bel canto singing can all of them, but can I say it?

"Can't you say it?" Seeing that Cheng Chubi frowned and was silent for a long time, Yuan Tiangang asked curiously.

Cheng Chubi raised his head and replied with a serious face. "I asked, but he didn't answer the white-bearded old man in blue, so the little nephew really didn't know what his old man would do."

"......" Yuan Tiangang's whole person is not good. If this kid hadn't been sick, I would have read the three words Yuan Tiangang upside down, called Gangtian Ape.

Sun Simiao stretched out his hand to wipe his face expressionlessly, what did he worry about with a patient with brain disease. I picked up my chopsticks. "This fish tastes really good, come on, come on, everyone eat fish, eat fish."

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After eating the fish, Cheng Chubi untied the bandage on Fang Jun's arm, revealing a well-healed wound.

Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang watched Cheng Chubi cut open the sutures with scissors and pulled them out, and all the wounds were completely dealt with with in a small amount of effort, and the wound was very smooth, with only one visible trace and needle eyes on both sides, witnessing that this place had suffered a heavy blow.

Fang Jun moved his arms carefully, practicing his grip slowly and carefully, and everyone noticed that the skin at his wound moved with the movement of his muscles, but there was no intention of splitting.

Fang Jun's face was full of joy. "Brother Chubi, the younger brother feels that there is nothing wrong with his arm."

"Well, heals well, but this hand can only do some simple movements, not violently, and can't lift heavy objects." Cheng Chubi nodded with satisfaction, and finally confessed.

"If you want to return to the way it used to be, it will take at least another month and a half, after all, you have injured your muscle tissue, so it is better to be careful."

"In more than ten days, the wound has healed so well, it seems that the method of suturing your wound is really effective." Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

In the past, the wound was wrapped in a strip of cloth at most, but it is easy to cause the wound to crack due to force, and even lead to purulent infection of the wound that has been cleaned, resulting in death.

Generally speaking, a wound like Fang Jun's arm, which is almost visible to the bone, needs to be nurtured for at least one to two months before the wound can be completely healed.

Yuan Tiangang already whispered with his eyes shining. "This law should be popularized in the military and the people, and if this law is used to create extraterritoriality, it should be able to live countless people."

Cheng Chubi greeted these two medical experts from Datang, nodded and replied as a matter of course. "This method is actually not complicated, the most important thing is that the debridement should be meticulous, to prevent the later infection to the greatest extent, and then carry out a tight suture ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a rush of footsteps, and saw a strong man rushing over panting.

"Fang Cheng, why are you here?" Fang Jun stood up with a confused expression.

"Second son, it's a big deal, Mrs. and third son, let the mad dog bite you!" The strong man Fang Cheng was out of breath.

"What?!" Everyone stood up in shock.

"Mother! What's wrong with my mother's injury? Fang Jun's little face was pale, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

"The housemother was bitten on the arm in order to protect the third son, and she knew that the second son was with the two Taoist chiefs, so she asked the little one to come over and invite the two Taoist chiefs over."

"Then don't hurry up." Sun Simiao hurriedly picked up the medicine box he brought with him and walked out, and Yuan Tiangang and Fang Jun also ran outside quickly.

Cheng Chubi was about to follow quickly, and as soon as he left the hall door, he thought about it and turned around and hurried in another direction.

"Third brother, where are you going?" Cheng Laosi, who had just chased out of the hall door, was a little confused.

"I'll go get the medicine...... Cheng raised his head without looking back, and walked in the direction of the ice kiln in Cheng's mansion.

After a short time, a family member copied a lantern and led Cheng Chubi down to the ice kiln located underground.

Inside the ice kiln, there was a slowly overflowing cold air, swirling around the huge ice blocks that had been piled up, and in the open space in the middle of the ice kiln, there was a table with a row of porcelain bottles on the table.

Cheng Chubi walked quickly to the front of the case, and by the light of the lantern, he looked at the handwriting on the porcelain bottle.

The porcelain vase with the number zero represents the brain marrow of a mad dog, and the number one represents the brain marrow of the first generation of rabbits infected with rabies virus.

Nowadays, the porcelain vase placed here only has the number four. There are a total of five porcelain vases in number four, and Cheng Chubi picked up one of the porcelain vases, put them in a special small wooden box and fixed them, and left quickly.

When he got out of the house, he saw that Cheng Laosi, who was doing good things, was already squatting outside the door and waiting, hurrying all the way, and finally caught up with Fang Jun and others at the gate of the house.