Li Mingyu could see clearly from the side, Li Dayan and his father fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and the top priority was to stop the bleeding for him in time, otherwise he would have to give an account for his life.

Life is at stake, Li Mingyu hurriedly came to Zhou Fitness and asked, "Why didn't Uncle Zhou stop the bleeding and suture Uncle Li quickly, if you want to delay it any longer, I'm afraid it's not good!" ”

Zhou Jian looked up and saw that it was Li Mingyu, knowing that he had a lot of ideas, and he had a well-informed master with high martial arts, who might teach him some secret recipes to stop bleeding, and said eagerly, "You have also seen that this medicine powder can't be sprinkled at all, and it is all washed away by blood." Has your master taught you any secret recipes for this situation? Come on! ”

"Second uncle, let me try." After that, Li Mingyu came to Li Dayan and his father, carefully observed the wound, and found that it was not too serious, but it was not handled properly, and the blood flowed too much, so he fell into a coma. Li Mingyu visually measured that the amount of blood loss had exceeded the danger line, and if he didn't stop the bleeding in time, it would be difficult to save the immortals.

In his previous life, he had learned some battlefield first aid when he was in the army, and he couldn't care so much about the matter at this time, so he hurriedly said, "Go get some boiling water!" And sew the needle and thread of the clothes! Clean white cloth! By the way, you also need spirits, the stronger the better! ”

"I've got the needlework!" Niuniu over there hurriedly handed over a dill with needles and threads in it.

Zhou Jian also turned his head and ordered loudly: "Go and get hot water!" ”

Li Mingyu first tore open the pants at the wound of Li Dayan's father, untied the rope tied at the root of the thigh, found the hemostatic point two inches above the wound, and asked Zhou Jian to hold it hard, and then tied it again with a rope on the hemostatic point.

I found the right hemostatic point, and sure enough, the blood flow gradually decreased, and by this time someone had already sent everything. Li Mingyu first carefully cleaned his hands and cleaned the wound with a clean white cloth dipped in spirits.

Most of the spirits in the village are home-brewed rice wine, and in the Tang Dynasty, people did not know how to distill and purify it, so the degree was very low. Li Mingyu asked for spirits, and someone simply took out the puree for brewing, which was already the strongest that could be found in a hurry, but even if it was the puree, Li Mingyu didn't know how much disinfection there was.

Then he bent the sewing needle, roasted it with a fire, put it on, and said to Zhou Jian and others, "I have to stitch up the wound now, otherwise it will bleed in a while, you press Uncle Li, don't let him struggle when he wakes up from pain!" ”

"Sew flesh and skin like sewing clothes? This, is this going to work? Zhou Jian and the others pressed Li Dayan and his father when they heard this, although Li Mingyu's actions just now made the blood gradually flow less, which proved to be effective, but when they heard such an unbelievable method, they were still full of questions.

Seeing their suspicions, Li Mingyu said angrily, "Otherwise, what else!" If it goes on any longer, Uncle Li will be really bad. Time is of the essence, I'm going to start! With that, he pinched the flesh on both sides of the wound with his left hand, and quickly threaded the needle and thread with his right hand and began to stitch up the wound.

The needle penetrated into the flesh and woke up Li Dayan and his father in pain, Li Mingyu motioned to Zhou Jian and the others to hold down hard to prevent him from struggling, and his subordinates were still stitching quickly.

Not much, the wound was crookedly sewn up, and then sprinkled with knife wound medicine, and the powder could be applied to the wound, and it didn't take long for the wound medicine to work, and sure enough, it didn't bleed anymore.

Li Mingyu wiped the sweat on his head, although he had also learned first aid on the battlefield, but there were not many opportunities to practice in peacetime, and there was no first aid kit or anything like that in ancient times, if he didn't bear to see Li Dayan and his father die tragically, he would have rushed the duck to the shelves. Seeing that the wound was finally sewn up and the medicinal powder was applied, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Dayan's father no longer bleed from the wound at this time, but after all, he lost too much blood, and the pain was unbearable when he sutured, so he woke up for a while and fell into a deep coma.

Li Mingyu said to Zhou Jian and the others, "Uncle Li's bleeding has stopped now, but he has lost too much blood, and he will have to make up for it later." The rope on this leg is loosened every other pillar of incense to let the blood flow smoothly, and then it will be completely untied after half an hour. Otherwise, the tissue will die, and this leg will be useless! ”

Several people hurriedly agreed, and Zhou Jian patted Li Mingyu on the shoulder and said, "Good boy!" The second uncle really didn't misunderstand you! Your method is amazing! I want to thank you, Master, when I look back! ”

Li Mingyu said in his heart, I saved people, what does it matter to my master? Do you thank him, thank you?

However, it is important to treat the injury at the moment, and it is too late to elaborate. He tore the clean white cloth into strips of bands, and prepared to bandage Li Dayan's father's wound again.

At this time, someone outside the crowd shouted, "The Taoist chief is here!" Let's make it! Then the crowd was left and right, and the old storyteller walked over briskly with a box on his back.

Zhou Jian hurriedly said, "Old immortal, please come here!" Although Mingyu used the secret recipe taught by his master to stop the bleeding just now, he is still a child after all, and it is inevitable that there will be places where he is not proficient in learning and art, so you will take a look if you are tired! ”

Lao Dao heard that the bleeding had stopped, and his grim complexion calmed down a lot, first he looked at Li Dayan's father's complexion was no longer so pale, and then checked the pulse, and saw that although the pulse was weak, it was still stable, so he was relieved.

After seeing the crooked and twisted stitching marks on the wound, and then listening to Zhou Jian and their gossip about what happened, Lao Dao was also taken aback, and said, "This treatment method is unheard of by Lao Dao!" Seeing that the wound has been fitted to stop bleeding, it really works very well! Dare to ask which master did it? I want to meet you well! ”

Li Mingyu said in his heart that this is just an ordinary emergency treatment method for trauma, and everyone in the future generations of special forces will do it. You dirt buns from more than 1,000 years ago are too much of a fuss! It's so surprising to stitch up a traumatic wound, if those who change their kidneys and hearts in the future won't scare you to death!

Zhou Jian was also surprised when he heard Lao Dao say this, this Lao Dao was a master outside the world, a living immortal-like character. Seeing his attitude, he responded, "The old fairy is overrated, Mingyu is just a doll, what kind of master is it!" It's just that the method taught by his master is magical! ”

"Oh? Who is his master? Lao Dao asked.

"Li Sanlang!" Zhou Jianqi said: "Old immortal, aren't you still friends with the elders in his family?" ”

"Li Sanlang? The boy of the Li family? Lao Dao shook his head in disbelief when he heard this, and said, "I don't know how much ability the Li family kid has?" Naturally, there is no problem for you to let the two armies face off against each other and capture the flag, but you let him save people? Hey! It's not that I underestimate him, his family doesn't have this ability! ”

"Huh? Mingyu! Didn't you teach this skill from your master? You, how can you be so foolish! Zhou Jian was dumbfounded when he heard Lao Dao's words. Hurriedly said to Lao Dao, "Old immortal, take a good look at it again!" Children are fooling around, and I don't know if there is anything wrong with this! ”

Lao Dao waved his hand impatiently and said, "What's the problem?" It works very well. Since his stab wound has stopped bleeding, his life has been saved, and I will use my secret gold sores to spread it on him, wrap it in a white cloth so that he will not see the wind, and he will not touch the water for three or five days. I went back and opened a prescription to replenish his qi and blood, and within a month, he was a good man again. ”

Zhou Jian was overjoyed when he heard this, and said, "Yes, your old immortal said that there is no problem, then there must be no problem." Oh, Mingyu, come and meet the old fairy. With that, he pushed Mingyu in front of Lao Dao. Lao Dao was very overjoyed, took Li Mingyu's hand, and then waved his hand, asking Zhou Jian and them to carry the injured away.

Only then did Lao Dao know that this method was thought up by Li Mingyu, and he heard the children in the village call him boss every day, and it was not until this time that he knew his name, which turned out to be the apprentice of Li Jiazaburo. Lao Dao asked with a smile, "Xiaoyou, this method doesn't seem to be what your master can teach, but did you come up with it yourself?"

Li Mingyu saw that Zhou Jian knew that the ability to stitch up the wound was not taught by the master, and the effect was very good, but he still didn't trust himself, and he was extremely unhappy. Seeing Lao Dao's question, he said proudly, "Of course I came up with it myself!" ”

"Oh?" The old Taoist stroked his beard and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of stitching up the wound with thread?" What a stroke of genius! ”

Li Mingyu said in his heart, and those who have a little medical knowledge in the future know whether it is good or not. But he couldn't say that, so he replied, "If your clothes are torn, you can wear them with thread." Since clothes can be mended, of course people can also be mended. Uncle Li's injury, as long as the wound is stitched up and no longer bleeds, it will naturally be fine. ”

Lao Dao nodded and said, "It's really reasonable, why didn't Lao Dao think of it before?" But why do you wipe the wound with spirits in the first place? What makes sense of this? ”

Li Mingyu had no choice but to reply, "Wipe the wound with spirits to disinfect and avoid bacterial infection." ”

"Huh? Disinfect? It's easy to understand from the literal meaning, but what is this disinfection method? He obviously had a knife wound, so why did he need to disinfect it? I don't think he has any symptoms of poisoning, right? What are bacteria? What about infection? Lao Dao felt that his brain was not enough, and he was puzzled by Li Mingyu's series of unbelievable words.

"Uh......." Li Mingyu was dumbfounded by the old Taoist question, how to explain to the ancients more than a thousand years ago what bacterial infection is? He thought for a moment and replied, "The so-called disinfection is to clean the wound so that the wound does not suppurate." As for the bacteria....... Well, by the way, there are clouds in Buddhism, and there are 108,000 insects in a drop of water. This bacterium is called a worm, which is not visible to the naked eye, but can cause inflammation and suppuration of the wound. Li Mingyu racked his brains and tried his best to explain in words that the ancients could understand.

"Well, this statement is peculiar, Lao Dao has been familiar with medical skills since he was a child, and he has never heard of medical advice for decades. However, there is some truth in thinking about it, improper wound treatment will cause knife sores, especially in hot summer, which is more likely to occur than winter injuries, is this really the truth? Since it is not visible to the naked eye, how can we know that the so-called bacteria have been destroyed? After listening to Li Mingyu, Lao Dao lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Li Mingyu listened to the old Taoist talking to himself, saying that he had practiced medicine for decades and was a Taoist priest, when he suddenly remembered a cow man and asked tentatively, "Dare to ask about the name of the dragon?"

The old man smiled and said, "Poor Dao Sun Simiao." ”