It stands to reason that these eight tribals can be regarded as men who are used to treating knife and arrow wounds, but even so, they are still stunned by Zhang Jun's series of actions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAs for the person concerned, Li Hu, he was so frightened that he forgot to cry out in pain.

I saw Zhang Jun cut the bandage, revealing the wound on Li Hu's thigh. The wound was swollen and discolored, and it seemed to be healing, but in fact it was full of stench. Zhang Jun pressed it lightly with his fingers, then took the eyebrow knife handed by Cai Yan, roasted it on the candle flame a few times, and then lightly swiped it······

"Poof!" A foul smell came, and the red and yellow liquid gushed out at once. Zhang Jun frowned, hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with a silk cloth, pressed the wound with his left hand, and squeezed it hard with his right hand······

Hiss!

Li Hu snorted painfully, but he didn't dare to move.

I saw that the pus and blood in his wound had been largely cleaned up, leaving a deep bone-deep **, obviously, this was an arrow wound. Zhang Jun took the high wine from the cellar and rinsed it slowly. Li Hu is a man, except for Fang Cai's voice, even though he is trembling in pain now, he didn't shout.

Don't ask how distilled spirits were available at the beginning of the third century AD, because bronze stills were already invented in China in the Eastern Han Dynasty. When Zhang Jun saw the almost transparent liquor on his dining table, he could only say to those friends who traveled to ancient times to invent liquor to make money: It's too unprofessional!

With high-purity liquor, sterilization becomes much easier. When the wound was cleaned by the drink, and the dead carrion was removed, the bright red flesh was revealed. A packet of good gold sore medicine was applied to it, and the boiled and air-dried silk cloth was slowly wound. In a short time, the whole work was successfully completed.

Zhang Jun wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

Look at Li Hu again, lying there motionless, already asleep.

Zhang Jun is not a doctor, but he knows some simple treatment and bandaging, and he has no practical experience, so he has to grieve these parts to become his experiments.

The next one was a knife wound, his arm was cut open by a sharp blade about two inches, and the flesh was turned out. After Zhang Jun cleaned it step by step, he picked up the needles and threads embroidered by the maids······

"Lord······ You... What are you doing here? ”

Buqu's eyes widened and he said in horror.

"Don't move, the wound needs to be stitched!" After that, Zhang Jun ignored his terrifying expression and began to thread the needle.

Cai Yan stood aside, pouting his lips with a little disgust, only to see Zhang Jun twist the wound and twist it, and the gap in the middle was too large, and he had to return to the needle to make up for it a few times.

"Lang Jun ······" Cai Yan said: "Lang Jun why don't you rest for a while first, let's let the slave family come." ”

"Uh······" Zhang Jun was also tired and sweaty, of course he knew that he must be disgusted, so he got off the donkey down the slope and agreed: "Okay, if you don't understand anything, come and ask me again." ”

With that, he handed over the needle and thread in his hand to the colored grasshopper.

Except for Li Hu, who didn't know whether he was asleep or fainted, the eight members all breathed a sigh of relief: When did our little Langjun learn the medical skills, it was too scary.

Zhang Jun walked into the courtyard under the frightened and frightened eyes of the guards, and relaxed his body.

At this time, the family commander hurriedly arrived and announced: "Major General, a group of scholars from outside the mansion said that they wanted to see you, and the subordinate officials did not dare to make claims. ”

"Scholar?" Zhang Jun was stunned when he heard this, he hadn't held a literary meeting since he crossed over, could it be that those friends from the past came to the door?

I couldn't help asking, "Who are they?" ”

"Uh······" The family order hesitated: "I've never seen ······"

"Oh······" After thinking for a moment, he nodded, "Then let's see." ”

"Yes." The family commander bowed and said, "The ministers have invited them to the side hall to welcome the guests. ”

"Well, let's go." Zhang Jun nodded, instructed Zhou Tong to take care of the injured subordinates, and turned to leave.

This family commander is named Zhao Cheng, he is around forty years old, and he is the chief housekeeper sent by Zhang Mao to take care of the Hou Mansion. On weekdays, he is cautious and has a good family, Zhang Jun values it very much. Under his guidance, Zhang Jun soon came to the side hall where the scholars were received, and while they were still outside, they heard the arguments inside.

The first thing that caught my ears was a calm voice, and I only heard the words in the hall: "We came to see the young general this time, and what we did was to show what we had learned in our lives. ”

"Brother Song's words are wrong, we are the secretaries, we take the initiative to visit, how can we be so neglected, it is better to go back, it is better to go back." Another sharp voice sounded, but it began to encourage everyone to leave.

"Ahem······"

Zhang Jun coughed, walked in first, his eyes swept over the scholars, some excited, some worried, some disdainful, some reserved, in short, they all took the initiative to get up and salute each other.

After some greetings, the guests and hosts sat down. Zhang Jun opened his mouth and said: "Don't blame you, brothers, Jun Fang is really having something important to do, if there is any neglect, look at Haihan." ”

The young man surnamed Song took the initiative to say: "Where is the young general, we are idlers in the mountains and fields, so what's the matter if we wait?" ”

Zhang Jun set his eyes on this person, and saw that he was a young man in his twenties, with a slender figure and a moderate demeanor, which was by no means as simple as an idler in the mountains.

"Humph!" At this time, the man with a sharp voice spoke: "It's okay for Brother Song to wait, but the younger brother still has important things to do, how can he waste time here?" ”

"Oh?" Zhang Jun turned his head and said, "Since this brother is still in a hurry, then I will not send it far." After that, he waved his hand and said, "Brother Tai is good!" ”

"You ······" The man's face was obviously stunned, and he immediately said angrily: "How can you insult Sven so much!" ”

Zhang Jun's face also turned cold, why are there always some people in this world who think that they are the sun, and others have to revolve around you. I am a dignified young master of Liangzhou, let you wait for a while, so many words, are you here to serve or to be an uncle?

Suddenly, he said: "Ben Hou has no expedition, no invitation, and Brother Ren is out of call here, it's really inexplicable!" ”

"Okay... Good! The man waved his sleeves, turned and walked away.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little awkward, scholars, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to talk about it.

Zhang Jun took the initiative to break the silence, he said: "I don't know if you brothers come to the stage, what do you have to teach you?" ”

Everyone exchanged glances for a moment, and the young man surnamed Song got up and said, "We are all Taixue scholars, and we have long admired the young general for a long time. I also heard that the major general shot the white tiger yesterday, won the Han envoy, killed Hu Lu, and fought the court with his tongue. These four things are really something that non-heroes can't do! The piles make people yearn for it, but they can't go together. I came here today, just to join the command of the major general and follow the work of dogs and horses. ”

Zhang Jun also stood up and saluted, and said to everyone: "My Da Liang is an eventful season of survival, and I urgently need the service of talents from all over the world." The brothers looked up to the Jun and bent down to come, and the Jun was grateful. ”

"But ······" As soon as the topic changed, Zhang Jun said: "Jun also has a sentence to say in the clear······"

"Major General, please speak!" The young men stood up and said.

"Jun Bucai, the ambition is to help the Jin room, and level the world. Those who only want to enter the curtain also have this ambition in their hearts, sharing weal and woe. All in all, if you are promoted and rich, please live elsewhere; If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, don't enter the door. ”

"Good!" The young man surnamed Song sighed and praised: "What the young general said won my heart. I think that my generation is born in troubled times, we should strive forward, if we can't establish a career, wouldn't it be a waste of a man's body! ”

The rest of the people also stood up and said, "We have this intention, and we are willing to follow the young general." ”

"Good!" Zhang Jun nodded and said: "I hope that the young people of our generation will live up to their time, rise up and reorganize the mountains and rivers!" ”

"Wonderful!" The chubby young man said: "Just like what the young general said at the time of the autumn season: drive out the Hulu and restore China!" ”

"Good!"

"Good!"

The rest of the people also responded.

Zhang Jun said: "Jun Zheng has something to do, and I have been helpless to lack of manpower before, I don't know if you can help?" ”

All the young people said in unison: "The young general just commands!" ”

Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Let's sell it, it's getting late today, and tomorrow morning, you will meet again, okay?" ”

"It's a deal!" The young people said.

"It's a deal!" Zhang Jun arched his hand.