No one would have thought it would end like this.

The sharp dagger did not penetrate the heavy armor to give Lu Bu a fatal blow, but instead sank into the fragile waist and abdomen of the Yan clan who was blocking Lu Bu's body.

The pain that pierced into his body made Yan's already haggard face even whiter. The blood that spewed out made the hearts of everyone present become impatient and uneasy.

The owner of the dagger withdrew her trembling hands and hugged her head tightly, two lines of hot tears could not wash away the blood on her face, only leaving traces of remorse, which was not the ending she wanted at all.

Lu Bu's hands were also trembling, holding the treasure in her hand, she was still so perfect, but the evil dagger was too much of an eyesore.

Facing the unjust sky, he let out a tragic roar, the people of Luoyang City heard his mourning, the forest birds and were shocked and scattered, and even the sun in the sky quietly hid in the clouds and fog, not daring to show their faces.

"Bongxian, I'm fine."

But her weak voice is so convincing.

"Madam, don't open your mouth, I'll take you to treat your wounds."

Lu Bu had nothing else in his eyes, picked up Yan, and walked into the house, leaving behind the remorseful woman, the speechless crowd, the cowering puppies, and the extraordinarily conspicuous blood.

"Little ghost, come over to me!"

Lu Bu's shouting made Zhang Yu wake up from the shock, and he was busy following forward, others could panic, but he couldn't panic.

Thinking about what way to treat his wife, but he is not a doctor, where will he have any medical knowledge, his legs moved, followed closely behind Lu Bu, his brain was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't think of a reason.

Passing over the blood and passing by the crying woman, she didn't stay too much, but the incessant crying, telling of remorse, couldn't help but make Zhang Yu sigh, she was also pitiful.

But in this world, there are more poor people, such as the two people in front.

Lu Bu ran fast, Zhang Yu couldn't keep up, and a little blood stained was a signpost he didn't want to see, telling him the direction of his journey.

When she finally arrived at Madame's room, she found that the door had already been smashed on the ground and torn apart.

A small blood-stained dagger was casually discarded on the ground, reflecting Lu Bu's desperate gaze.

Killing people and fighting, Lu Bu is good at it, but saving people and healing injuries, Lu Bu doesn't know anything, holding Yan's hand tightly, but he doesn't know what to do.

Seeing Zhang Yu coming, his excited expression was self-evident, and he dragged Zhang Yu over, making Zhang Yu's injured hand hurt, and he was really anxious.

"Little ghost, I know you will definitely use witchcraft and medicine, wake her up, quickly!"

Lu Bu almost shouted these words, paced left and right, and shouted as he walked, so loud that Zhang Yu's scalp was a little numb.

Mrs. took him as if he was her own child, and now that Mrs. is in trouble, how can Zhang Yu not be in a hurry,

Who can't shout, Zhang Yu will too,

"Does it work to speak loudly? Why don't you help Madame stop the bleeding! ”

The young voice is full of majesty, of course, more impatience, this hard scream, almost broke the throat.

Lu Bu also felt Zhang Yu's worry, and this roar made him calm down a little,

"Just now, I have asked Brother Wenyuan to fetch the knife wound potion, but now the bleeding is not stopping, and I am extremely worried."

Calming down, Zhang Yu didn't pay much attention to Lu Bu, and looked at the lady lying on the bed, the wound on the side of her waist and abdomen was bloody, and it had soaked a large piece of clothes, and it seemed that it was still bleeding out, and it seemed to be running out, so she stopped.

Zhang Yu was already sweating profusely, and he didn't know how to deal with it when his wife took the arrow for me before, but now he had to act according to his own understanding, and time waited for no one.

In ancient times, medical treatment was not developed, and most of the people who were wounded by the sword died of wound infection, sterilization and disinfection, what should be used, normal saline? Medical alcohol? Where to find it? But I really don't have time to hesitate, hurry up and take one step at a time.

"General, go and fetch hot water, salt, spirits, and strips of cloth!"

"Are you sure?"

Zhang Yu didn't answer Lu Bu's question, just urged eagerly,

"General, hurry up!"

It was the first time that someone had such an attitude towards Lu Bu, but he didn't have time to resist, so he rushed out of the house, called people, and fetched things.

The hut regained a temporary calm, Zhang Yu's hands trembled, picked up the dagger on the ground, and began to clean the fabric around the wound.

After several efforts, I finally saw the whole picture of Yan's waist and abdomen wounds, the wound was about four or five centimeters long, I don't know how deep it was, and I don't know where it hurt. I only know that it is still ruthlessly transporting the life of my wife to the outside, although it has been bleeding very slowly, but it will kill people if it does not bleed.

Take the pulse, he can only feel the weak pulse of his wife, which makes him even more anxious, he hates himself, why is he not a doctor, if so, he will not be in a hurry here.

When he was helpless, Lu Bu's voice finally came from outside the house,

"Little ghost, the wine is coming!"

Lu Bu came in a hurry, panting, where was there still a general, Zhang Yu was even more anxious than him, hurriedly asked Lu Bu to open the wine, poured it all over the room, closed the window, the air was full of the smell of alcohol.

snatched the strip of cloth from Lu Bu's hand, and together with his own hands, washed it thoroughly with alcohol, and ordered Lu Bu to go to the door and not let others approach.

Carefully wiping the wound around with wine to wash away the blood stains around him, Zhang Yu wiped it so carefully that he didn't notice it when the trauma medicine, salt, and hot water were sent to him.

After being busy, I was at a loss, and I only had one hand, which was even more difficult.

Hurry up and call a helper,

"General Lu, wipe your sweat!"

"General, hot cloth strips! Salt water! ”

"General, medicine!"

The mighty Lu Bu has become a little assistant, and the gatekeeper has long been replaced by his Wenyuan brother. However, Lu Bu has long lost his usual shelf, and is willingly instructed by Zhang Yu, as long as his wife is okay, he can do anything.

Warm cloth compress on the forehead, alcohol disinfection, medicine powder to stop bleeding, salt water supply.

At every step, Zhang Yu is always meticulous and careful, for fear that if something goes wrong, he will take the life of his benefactor.

I don't know how long it took, after a few jars of spirits, and a few strips of cloth were discarded, the bleeding always stopped, and although Madame's breathing was weak, it was steady, but she hadn't woken up yet, maybe she was too tired and fell asleep.

Throwing away the last bloody strip of cloth in his hand, Zhang Yu gave the order again, he really regarded Lu Bu as his little brother,

"General, needlework!"

Although I don't understand what Zhang Yu wants to use for needlework, he honestly took it over, and seeing that his wife's bleeding has stopped, his psychology is a lot more steady, although he has palpitations, he has calmed down.

But the next scene he saw surprised and distressed.

"Imp, what are you doing!"

Zhang Yu did not stop his work because of this, using the skin as a cloth, threading needles and threads on the left and right sides of the wound, piercing and mentioning, needles and needles to the flesh, not to mention how distressed Lu Bu was.

"Stitch up the wound, General, you can't even see this?"

"In the past, I saw a doctor treat my injuries, how can there be such a treatment?"

Trauma without stitches? This can refresh Zhang Yu's three views,

While carefully stitching up the wound of his wife, he asked,

"I don't know how to treat the wounds of soldiers?"

"Hemostatic smear bandage."

"That's all?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yu was embarrassed, he knew that the medical treatment in the late Han Dynasty was poor, but there were still famous doctors like Hua Tuo, how to disinfect and sterilize, and the method of suturing the wound, has not yet flowed out?

No matter how Lu Bu yelled and screamed for his wife, Zhang Yu still patiently stitched up the wound completely, disinfected it with salt water and alcohol, bandaged it carefully, and prayed in his heart, madam, you must get better, otherwise how can I explain to Lu Bu and Xiao Ling'er. How do I explain it to myself.

For the first time, the doctor is benevolent.