Chapter 16 Whether you can live a long life depends on probability

It is worthy of being called the all-purpose medicine of the 21st century known as the root of the Western banlangen, and the fever-reducing effect of Baifuning is not to be said. Without waiting for Zhang Qian to command the imperial doctor Sun Anzu and the eldest lady Ren Yingying, he hurriedly finished cutting the bandage on Ren Qiong's arm, the latter's high fever symptoms had begun to subside, and there was a faint luster of life on his haggard face. (Note 1: If you see a family doctor abroad, paracetamol is most often prescribed, regardless of the symptoms.) ）

The reason why Sun Anzu originally determined that the patient was unable to return to heaven was that the patient was unable to return to heaven was that the patient was unable to retreat from the evil heat, and the medicine stone was useless. At this moment, I found that Ren Qiong's forehead was no longer hot, and she was sweating like pulp, and she was suddenly pleasantly surprised. The right hand holding the scissors kept shivering, and several times, I almost poked the scissors in my left hand.

And the eldest lady Ren Yingying, who had heard Sun Anzu explain before, that as long as the evil heat began to subside, it was the medicine that contained the offensive of the evil poison, and she was even more surprised in her heart. Without waiting to throw away the dirty bandage in his hand, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Zhang Qian.

"Don't, don't, don't, it's early, this is the first step of the Long March!" As a person from the 21st century, Zhang Qian can't stand others kneeling at every turn, even if the other party has insulted him before. Therefore, he resolutely hid his body to the side and explained in a loud voice, "I sweated, the fever subsided, and only the superficial problem was solved, and the real trouble was still to come." You have the kung fu to kowtow to me, you might as well go outside and urge when the spirits and salt water will arrive. ”

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, the spirits have arrived, and the salt water is also ready, and two large wooden barrels have been prepared. Let's put it at the door for you! The little fat man Ren Cong's flattering voice quickly sounded outside, and there was a faint chok, "Before, I didn't dare to disturb you when I saw that you were busy." How is my grandfather's condition, you just said that the sweat came out?! ”

"The fever has subsided, which is what you usually call the evil heat. Sweating is one of the manifestations of fever! "Zhang Qian's attitude towards Ren Cong, the little fat man who has tried to help him, is much better, he thought about it and explained it to him as much as possible." If you don't feel at ease Ling Zun, you can come in and see him. But remember to wash your hands and face with salt water in advance, and rinse your mouth with salt water by the way! ”

"Hey, hey, I'll wash, I'll wash!" The little fat man Ren Cong was overjoyed and agreed repeatedly. The words fell, and he asked casually: "Immortal Master, what about you, do you need to wash it?" ”

"Me?" Zhang Qianleng was stunned, and then realized that he had not complied with any of the hygiene requirements put forward by others. Suddenly, his face was slightly red, and he responded with a smile, "Wash, please get me a basin and a cup too." Fortunately, the bandage has not been cut yet, and it is not yet time to treat the wound for Ling Zun. ”

"Yes, Immortal Master!" didn't expect that he could still check and fill in the gaps for Zhang Qian, and the little fat man was so excited that his voice began to tremble.

"You guys go ahead and cut the bandages, I'll go out for a while. Also, don't call me Immortal Master, call me Zhang Shaolang, or Zhang Gongzi, it's okay. Turning his head and giving a word to Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying, Zhang Qian stepped out of the door.

"Yes, Zhang, Zhang Shaolangjun!" Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying both froze, and then decisively made the right choice.

Gongzi is a title that can only be given to the children and grandchildren of the eunuch family, and if there are no outsiders around, it will be called. Now there is still a small prince sitting in the main hall, and the taboo that should be observed, everyone should not deliberately commit it.

"Immortal, Zhang Shaolangjun!" The reaction of the housekeeper Ren Fu was no slower than that of Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying. Before other family members "offended" the masters, he took the lead in changing his words, "Zhang Shaolangjun wants to clean his face, right?" The salt water has been laid for you, Ren 4, Ren 5, Ren 6, you still don't bring the basin and teacup to Zhang Shaolangjun! ”

Immediately, there were people who gathered around like stars holding the moon, serving the basin and the cup, waiting for Zhang Qian to wash his face, wash his hands, and rinse his mouth. Then he brought a brand new hand towel and carefully wiped the water stains on his face and hands.

Zhang Qian still couldn't adapt to being served, especially being served by a group of big men, so he insisted until he finished gargling, quickly separated everyone, and turned around and went straight to the two wooden barrels placed at the door of the ward. "Which one puts the wine in it?"

"This, Xian, Zhang Shaolangjun, please take a look!" Ren Cong, who had just finished washing, stepped forward and lifted the lid of a wooden barrel for him with his own hands.

"You still call me Brother Zhang!" Zhang Qian picked up a wooden spoon from the side and commanded while scooping up the wine.

"Well, how can that work. Immortal, Zhang Shaolangjun saved my father's life! Ren Cong resolutely refused to agree, waving his hands and retreating again and again.

"Whether it can be saved, I still have to talk about it!" Zhang Qian glared at him and added loudly, "Besides, you helped me before, and I should help you." Unless you feel that Zhang is not worthy of making friends with you! ”

"Zhang, Zhang, Zhang...... Brother Zhang, the little brother is polite! His father's life hung in the hands of others, Ren Cong didn't dare to disobey, and he hesitated for a while before finally calling out the word "Brother Zhang" again.

"The alcohol is not enough!" Zhang Qian didn't have the time to continue wasting time with him on red tape, glared at him, put the wine to his mouth, and tasted it carefully, "You know it's not enough when it smells." Don't you have shochu here? Burn knives, three bowls are not the kind of gang?! ”

"No, I've never heard of it!" Ren Cong racked his brains and thought desperately, but he didn't come up with what the burning knife was, so he had to shake his head honestly.

"In Chang'an City, the strongest liquor is Liu Ling, who is drunk with three steaming and three brewing. But from what Zhang Shaolangjun said, the three bowls are not enough, and they are still a lot worse! Duan Huaijian, the prince of the small country, had the intention to make friends with the masters, and took the initiative to add on the side.

"Then forget it, you can only use salt water!" Zhang Qian dropped the spoon and shook his head regretfully.

Even as a 21st century liberal arts student, he knows a basic common sense that alcohol must reach at least 70 degrees if it wants to be sterilized. The wine carefully selected by Ren Cong is fermented from grain, and has not been purified at all.

At a higher level, these wines can reach eleven or twelve degrees, which is similar to the strong beers of later generations. It's not enough to satisfy the drunkard's cravings, let alone sterilize the wound!

was depressed, and suddenly a scream came from his ears, "Ah-", followed by Ren Yingying's cry for help, "Immortal Master, Zhang Shaolangjun, help, help, my grandfather, my grandfather's arm is leaking!" ”

"Don't panic! It's certainly not water! Zhang Qian couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it, and hurriedly turned around, took three steps and made two steps to the sickbed. I saw that the bandages wrapped around the surface of Ren Qiong's arm had been removed by Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying. The wound, which had long been colorless, was dripping with dark yellow liquid.

"Go outside, get a wooden tub and pick it up!" Zhang Qian didn't know what the liquid was, but he firmly believed that people would not leak. first loudly ordered Ren Yingying to get out of the way, then took out the "Swiss Army Knife" made in Yiwu from the schoolbag, opened one of the thinnest knives, put it on the oil lamp that he forgot to extinguish just now and burned it, and then gently picked the wound on Ren Qiong's arm with the tip of the knife.

"Fool, it's really a matter of disregard for human life!" If you don't make contact, you can't help but scold in a low voice.

With the level at which he went to the earthquake-stricken area to volunteer in the summer vacation of his sophomore year before he traveled and was temporarily arranged by the organizer to give a doctor a few days to do it, it can be seen that the reason why Ren Cong's father fell to this point today is that Lang Zhong, who treated his injuries, has to bear at least more than seventy percent of the responsibility.

The wound was actually very small, definitely no more than two centimeters long, and it was scalded with something like a soldering iron, which must have been effective in stopping the bleeding at that time. However, it is not known whether it was a layman who treated the wound, or deliberately, it turned out to be only a burner on the surface of the wound. In this way, the blood did not flow out anymore, but the bacteria on the arrow were sealed in the flesh along with the bruises, and it was strange that it did not become inflamed after a long time!

However, considering that there is still a young prince sitting in the main hall, I am afraid that the answer is about to come out. The identity of this old farmer is by no means as simple as an ordinary landlord or businessman, judging from the fact that after he was injured, he could alarm a young prince and an imperial doctor, and there is a chance that this person is the kind of "white glove" that existed in Japan and other countries in later generations. Run a business that is inconvenient for dignitaries and dignitaries, and then get a piece of the pie. (Note 1: I'm talking about Japan.) The river crabs are gone! ）

Such an important person, when Lang Zhong treated his wounds with a soldering iron, how dare he burn him too hard? As a result, it didn't matter if this subordinate showed mercy, and the bacteria were also left. Coupled with the fact that he was covered with impervious wind after being injured, it caused acute inflammation and almost killed him.

"The junior saw the wound once before, and there was no pus at that time! The younger generation saw that the surface of the wound was intact, but the owner of the village was burned unconscious by the evil heat. Seeing that the evil poison had spread over the shoulder armor bone, he concluded that the disease of the owner of Ren Zhuang was beyond the power of the medicine stone to cure! Thinking that Zhang Xianshi was scolding himself, Sun Anzu blushed and carefully explained beside him.

"I really don't know how Wu Zetian lived to such an old age!" muttered secretly in his heart, Zhang Qian was completely disappointed with the level of medical skills in this era. Immediately, he shook his head again, and shouted outside in a low voice: "Ren Cong, find a clean basin and a clean cloth, and bring salt water in!" ”

"Hey, hey!" Ren Cong's voice sounded against his back, obviously trembling. Obviously, he rushed in after him just now, but he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of disturbing him to save his father Ren Qiong's life.

"Zhang Shaolangjun, do you need to wash the wound of the owner of Ren Zhuang with salt water? I'm afraid that no matter how carefully I wash, I won't be able to pull the evil poison out of my shoulder! Seeing that Immortal Master Zhang didn't care about himself, Sun Anzu reminded him tentatively beside him.

"I'm afraid I need to dig out all the rotten flesh from the wound!" Zhang Qian gritted his teeth and responded in a low voice, "Scraping bones to cure poison, have you heard of it?" Even if you catch the ducks on the shelves today, you have to try it reluctantly! ”

"Scraping bones to cure poison?" Rao already has a certain ability to adapt to Zhang Qian's magic, Sun Anzu is still shocked, "Immortal Master, Zhang Shaolangjun knows this thaumaturgy?" The younger generation has heard of it, and it is recorded in the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"! But since then, the world has not seen this stunt perform a second time. ”

"Then you know if the hemp is boiling!" Zhang Qian was disappointed when he heard it, but he still asked a little unwillingly.

Paracetamol has a certain analgesic effect, but it may not suppress the severe pain when cutting rotten meat. He can conclude this from his own experience of toothache as a child. Therefore, one can only hope for the legendary ancient recipe.

"I've heard of it, I haven't seen it, this recipe has been lost since the Wei and Jin dynasties!" Sun Anzu shook his head and responded honestly.

"What about sweat medicine, do you know how to prepare it?" If the ancient recipe doesn't work, he can only turn to legends, and Zhang Qian continued to ask without giving up.

"Haven't heard of it!" Sun Anzu knew that the answer would disappoint "Immortal Master Zhang", but he still responded truthfully.

"Where's the hemp soup?"

"Haven't heard of it!"

"Mandala flowers, you can always find them, right?"

"I've heard of it, but there is definitely no one in Chang'an City!"

"Soul Rejuvenation Grass?"

"Haven't heard of it!"

"Love flowers?"

"Replying to Zhang Shaolangjun's words, what is a love flower? Is Shaolangjun talking about aphrodisiac grass? It is used for breeding livestock, and it has no paralyzing effect! ”

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asked all kinds of anesthetics in folklore, film and television dramas, and martial arts novels one after another, but the answers were all negative. Zhang Qian finally completely despaired, slapped the knife on the table, and asked sharply: "Then you usually give people teeth or clean wounds, you have to stop the pain!" This is not, that is not, what the hell do you usually use? ”

"Gold, Golden Needle!" Sun An's ancestors were so frightened that they retreated again and again, and replied so aggrievedly, "The golden needle punctures the acupoints to relieve the pain." Also, there is aconitum grass. No more than two dollars at a time, poison does not kill people, it will only make people unconscious for a few hours! ”