In the cell, Han Rui was lying on the couch with his head on his hands, holding a thin branch of tooth-picking in his mouth, humming a strange voice for unknown reasons.

Luan Bu's guards were idle, and they didn't know where to recruit a bunch of stones and play the checkers that Han Rui taught them!

"One, two, three! Eh~ These three sons were eaten by me! ”

The commander of the guards watched his subordinates in front of him holding a stone and jumping around on the sixty-four squares of the 'chessboard' drawn on the ground, and before he could react, only the last two of the twelve were left.

"What kind of chess is this?"

Annoyed and angry, he wiped the 'chessboard', got up and came to Han Rui and sat down.

"Han Zhuangshi, this Rausch checkers is too difficult, right?"

Han Rui laughed, and was about to complain, when he heard the cell door opened.

Getting up slowly, Han Rui patted the weeds on his body: "Little cell leader, today's wine and meat are late~"

Before the words fell, I saw all the guards sitting in a circle on the ground hurriedly get up and stand in line like a conditioned reflex!

Looking out of the fence suspiciously, he saw a team of armor soldiers entering and stopping outside Han Rui's cell.

"This... It's not going to be beheaded, is it? ”

Han Rui thought in horror and quietly looked at the team of armor soldiers.

A big man walked out of the armor, snorted coldly at Han Rui, and asked the jailer to open the cell door with a cold face.

"According to the order of the angel, Yan Xiang's guards will immediately return to Luanfu to protect Rong, and those who dare to flee without permission will be killed!"

With that, the man turned and left, leaving the stunned crowd in the prison.

The commander of the guards came back to his senses and beckoned everyone out of the cell, wanting to run to Luan's mansion.

Han Rui was anxious: "Eh, eh! What should I do? ”

The commander was faintly uneasy in his heart, and he didn't have time to care, so he didn't look back and said, "If you want to leave, just say that you are also the general's personal guard." ”

Looking at the people who ran out of the cell on a horse, Han Rui froze in place.

What's the situation?

Here, just leave the gentleman here?

Outside, outside, outside! Wait for me!!

didn't have time to think about it, Han Rui hurriedly followed, caught up with everyone, and went to Luan Mansion together.

Running all the way, as soon as he walked into the gate of Luanfu, a pungent and bitter smell of medicinal soup came to his face.

The servants and maids in the courtyard were in a hurry, with unconcealed sorrow in their expressions.

When I walked to the backyard, I was greeted by a young man, tall and strong, more than eight feet!

In line with this, his eyes were red, and his brows were full of sadness.

Everyone hurriedly bowed: "Major General." ”

Is it the younger of the old guy?

Luan Yi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the commander of the guards: "It's good to come back, and I'll leave the matter of the guards in the house to you." ”

After saying that, they bowed deeply, and everyone didn't dare to salute in return, so they dispersed and talked about the guards.

When everyone dispersed, Luan Yi noticed that there was still one person standing in place, his brows furrowed: "What are you doing in a daze?" Don't go yet! ”

Rao was worn out by the comfortable life of good wine and good meat in prison, and Han Rui also vaguely stepped on something, and was looking down and pondering, and was awakened by this low drink.

With an embarrassed face, he arched his hand: "In Xia Han Rui, there is an old one with the old general..."

Luan Yi's already bad face sank completely: "You still have a face?" ”

"Grandfather was killed by you to become such a !!"

was scolded by the young man in front of him, Han Rui was inexplicable.

"The old general... What's wrong? ”

Luan Yi snorted coldly: "Just to take care of that group of township party for you, my grandfather was stabbed and wounded with an ulcer, and he is already a medicine stone!" ”

Han Rui listened inexplicably.

The old guy is injured and the wound is still infected?

Or was he injured because of his trust?

Then it's normal for this young man to be so angry.

But the truth is that yes, the question is...

Isn't it just a wound infection?

As for it?

As everyone knows, in the history of mankind, before the birth of antibiotics, human beings had almost no way to deal with traumatic inflammation and could only resign themselves to fate.

While speaking, the old man of the fairy wind road ran out of the backyard.

Luan Yi hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the old man's hand: "Sir, how is my grandfather?" ”

was grabbed by Luan Yi's pair of vise-like hands, and the old man had no choice but to say helplessly: "The general's wound is almost erosive, and the high fever does not go away, even if Bian Que is reincarnated, I am afraid that he will not be able to return to the sky..."

"The old man is just a quack doctor in the countryside, and he is lucky to have learned a little Qihuang technique, and I hope the young general will not be embarrassed..."

As he spoke, he broke free of Luan Yi's hand, ignoring his pleading, and ran away as if running out of the door.

"Don't be like this, old gentleman!"

"Grandfather's life hangs by a thread, the old gentleman can't be like this..."

The dignified eight-foot man knelt on the ground weakly, with tears streaming down his face, and wailed in the direction of the old doctor's departure.

Seeing this situation, Han Rui felt very uncomfortable.

Could it be that the doctors at this time, like the Western doctors of later generations, would only prescribe various antibiotics and use the instrument if they were useless?

Thinking that the old guy would protect him in every possible way, Han Rui made up his mind and planned to make a move.

finally has a backer, can't he just die inexplicably, right?

What kind of general is here!

"That... I can cure the old... Old general. ”

Swallowing the word "puff" back into his stomach, Han Rui looked at Luan Yi who was crying on his knees with a worried face.

Luan Yi stopped crying when he heard this, and turned his head sluggishly: "You? ”

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Walking into the room, seeing Luan Bu lying on the bed without blood, Han Rui felt a trace of guilt in his heart.

The old guy is not bad, and he is very good to himself, and he is barely injured because of himself...

Seeing Han Rui staying in place, Luan Yi pushed him to the front of the collapse: "What you said yourself can be cured, if your grandfather has any three strengths and two shortcomings, you don't want to get out of this door alive!" ”

With a threat in his mouth, Luan Yi pulled out his knife and sat on the side of the door with his legs crossed, staring at Han Rui with fierce eyes.

Han Rui smiled bitterly, sat on the edge of the collapse, and carefully pulled open the thin quilt covering Luanbu's back.

As the quilt was lifted little by little, a shocking number of knife wounds came into view!

The knife wound was more than 30 centimeters long and two or three centimeters deep, but it did not hurt the tibial lifeline.

What really worried Han Rui was that the sides of the wounds were already festering, emitting a disgusting rancid stench!

The back of the hand gently slammed the back of Luanbu's neck, which was hot and scary!

After finding out the situation, Han Rui was undecided.

Han Rui was just a herdsman in his previous life, so naturally he didn't know much about medical skills.

If you have to say that there is, it can only be regarded as a half-pull veterinarian...

That's right, veterinarian!

I still remember that in the spring of that year, the wolf plague in the Altay pastoral area was rampant, and many cattle and lambs that had only opened their eyes in winter were taken away by wolves.

As the largest herdsman in the local area, Han Rui lost hundreds of cattle and sheep in the wolf disaster, and suffered heavy losses!

reported to the locality, but the officials were all kinds of prevarication and kicking the ball, and no one cared.

In desperation, Han Rui had no choice but to gather the young men in the neighborhood, bring a simple shotgun or even a hunting bow, and step into the mountains, wanting to solve the wolf problem himself.

Although they were not able to kill all the wolves, they also killed most of them and drove the rest out of the pasture.

When I returned, I found that the old mother of the family was holding a cane and squatting alone on top of the wooden house, surrounded by more than a dozen wolves!

With their eyes split, Han Rui and the others killed several of them, including the wolf king, before they completely dispersed the wolves.

Helped the old mother off the roof, inspected the pastoral pen, and found the beloved horse lying in a pool of blood, dying!

It was before his father's death, at Han Rui's circumcision, he specially bought Han Rui's sweat-blooded BMW foal, and accompanied Han Rui to grow up together.

Now, he was cut by the wolf's claws, bleeding all over the ground, and he was dying...

Recalling that when his father looked at him before his death, his eyes were full of pride and pride, and Han Rui ignored everyone's dissuasion and healed his beloved horse's injuries.

In my memory, Aima was also a long and narrow wound, which was later infected with inflammation and eventually healed by himself.

People should be able to heal themselves...

Right?

Looking at Luan Bu lying on the bed, his life was hanging by a thread, and then looking back at Luan Yi who was guarding the door and might let his life hang by a thread at any time, Han Rui gritted his teeth: A dead horse is a live horse doctor!

"Find a sharp blade, firewood, brazier, gold sore medicine, spirits, and needlework."

Seeing Han Rui's posture of really wanting to save his grandfather, Luan Yi hurriedly turned around and wanted to find what Han Rui said.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he turned around again: "You know you can't get out of the house." ”

Han Rui held back the strong desire to complain in his heart: "Let people boil more boiling water, I will be of great use." ”

Luan Yi glanced at Han Rui deeply and turned to leave.

But in a moment, the originally spacious room was stuffed to the brim.

The firewood burned in the brazier erected on the edge of the collapse, and a dagger was thrown into it, and it was burned red.

On the ground, Luan Yi collected all kinds of gold sore medicines and female workers' needlework from all over the house.

There are also several large wooden barrels filled with boiling water, which emit hot vapor in the house.

The corners of Han Rui's mouth twitched, and he waved away the people of Luan Mansion, leaving Luan Yi alone.

Wrapping his hand in a towel, he took out the scorching blade from the brazier, and when the handle of the knife cooled down slightly, Han Rui held the knife and carefully removed the rotten flesh from Luanbu's back.

The hot blade touched the skin, making a squeaky burning sound and a choking smell of burnt flesh dispersed.

Han Rui, choking on the scorching smoke, narrowed his eyes, but his attention did not dare to be distracted at all, and he was fully focused on the burning blade in his hand.

For a long time, Han Rui couldn't open his eyes because of the smoke before he could be regarded as cleaning up the festering rotten flesh.

Drop the dagger on the ground, remove the towel soaked in boiling water, wring it out with the burning sensation in your hand, and wipe the area around the wound.

Then he took the wine jar, dipped another cloth in the spirits, and carefully rubbed it on and around the wound, as if it were disinfected.

Turn around, pick out the thinnest needle, carefully heat it on the candle, bend it with a cleaned stone, and lead the needle into the end of the needle.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Han Rui held the curved needle with scissors and carefully stitched the wound on Luanbu's back together.

"When you wake up, don't want to lose the gold you owe me because of this!"

Looking at the crooked sutures like a dead centipede that were sewn, Han Rui didn't forget to tease Luan Bu who was unconscious in his heart.

Picking up a jar of gold sore medicine casually, applying it evenly to the wound, and then bandaging it with a clean cloth that had been boiled in hot water, Han Rui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go and find some honeysuckle, the more the better, boil it into a soup, and pour it into the old man three times a day."

After the trauma is treated, it should be okay to take the honeysuckle with good anti-inflammatory effect in traditional Chinese medicine.

As for three times a day...

Aren't all the medicines of the future written like that?