The excitement brought by printing to the Hou Mansion has not dissipated, Qiao'er has become extremely busy every day, she is no longer like a maidservant, more like a standard secretary, doing photocopying work every day, the key is to feel infinitely honored for this.

The principle of printing is not difficult, and the operation is also very simple, but it is not simple to think of the method of movable type printing, and Huo Guang has become a treasure in some people's hearts because of this, but he still doesn't know it.

Huo Guang has been busy with the affairs of the school these days, he has been thinking about what Rong An said, to turn movable type printing into a more meaningful invention, to create a school for him now, just to change the temporarily idle house next to the supermarket into a classroom for classes, the class location is not difficult to prepare, but the textbooks for class, Huo Guang has been preparing for a few days.

He hopes that those children who have just come into contact with knowledge can fall in love with learning and like to sit in the school every day.

The speed of classroom preparation far exceeded the progress of his preparation of textbooks, and now that everything was done, all he needed was the east wind in his hands.

And Wang Yi gave full play to the dissemination function he was good at, and spread the news that the school taught by Junma himself was about to open all over the streets and alleys of Wancheng. As long as Wancheng has children in the family, they all sign up, because Huo Guang has set an age group for going to school, and this restriction has slightly controlled the flow of people.

But there are still people who are holding on to luck, holding the child who is waiting to be fed, saying that they hope that the baby in their hands can be edified in the profound knowledge of the county. There are also elderly people who come to sign up on crutches, saying that they have been illiterate all their lives, and hope to know their names when they are old.

Although Huo Guang expressed helplessness to these potential "students", they were still welcome to come and audit, as for the registration, forget it.

After a few days of hard work, he finally compiled a textbook that Huo Guangshen was proud of, and was about to go to Qiao'er for typesetting and printing, but before he walked out of the door, he was caught off guard, bang, and someone bumped into his arms, and his soft body still exuded a faint fragrance, which seemed to be a little familiar.

Before the person who bumped into him could speak, a voice suddenly burst out from behind her. "The county horse is not good, the county lord's hand is injured." Qiao'er's anxious voice was like crisp lightning, which just hit Huo Guang's nerves.

He raised his head suddenly, and was about to open his mouth when his eyes suddenly drooped, and he saw that the wound on Rong An's finger was still bleeding faintly, and he couldn't help frowning.

Then he subconsciously grabbed Rong An's hand and asked with concern, "Why are you injured?" ”

"That ......" Rong An's expression suddenly became uncertain, and her pretty face was slightly pinned to the side, avoiding Huo Guang's gaze.

Huo Guang was a little strange, as if he didn't want to say it, he was still guessing in his heart why Rong An was hiding it, Qiao'er behind her said with a distressed cry, "The county lord said that every time the county horse cooks, she wants to make a few delicious dishes for the county horse herself, and it just happens that now that she has a recipe, just follow it." But where did the county lord go to the kitchen, he still had to do everything himself, and when he was just chopping vegetables, he accidentally cut his hand, and the wound was very deep, and he kept bleeding. ”

Rong An's bloody hand has been holding in Huo Guang's palm, listening to Qiao'er's words, he glanced at it and saw that it was a cloth bandaged indiscriminately, this must be Qiao'er tore it off casually, in order to stop the bleeding to wrap Rong An, but this kind of rag does not say whether it can stop the bleeding, it must be very unhygienic.

"Qiao'er, don't talk about it, it's so serious to talk about this little injury." It is really nothing to be cut by a kitchen knife in Rong An's heart, thinking that when he went to the battlefield with his father to kill the enemy, there was a danger of losing his head at any time, and it was not a matter of receiving a small injury outside the skin, and at this moment, this injury was not even a skin injury.

Huo Guang's eyebrows frowned, and he disagreed with Rong An's words, "How can it be said that it is a small injury, how many people have accidentally infected and died because of this kind of wound, the county lord must not underestimate this wound, and it is still bleeding." ”

Rong An had long wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was held tightly by Huo Guang and refused to let go, and he gave up after struggling lightly for a few moments.

"Qiao'er, go boil the water immediately, and then bring the small medicine box in my room."

Qiao'er was extremely fast, and she disappeared all of a sudden.

At this time, there were no antibiotics, and there was almost no awareness of disinfection, and many people died because of this small wound, and the infection eventually died, and countless people died every year because of the infection.

Huo Guang quickly untied the strip of cloth from Rong An's hand, and he didn't know how many bacteria were covered with this clean-looking strip of cloth, and these bacteria could cause fatal infections to Rong An's body, which should not be underestimated.

If it was someone else, Huo Guang could have used the magic medicine that he had already concocted, and it was estimated that it would be almost the same, but at this moment, Huo Guang was holding his wife in his hand, and he really couldn't be so hasty, from disinfection to medicine, and then to bandaging Huo Guang, he didn't want to omit a single step.

"Junma, the water is boiling."

After a while, Qiao'er ran in with a clean copper basin. At this time, it is impossible to have alcohol iodophor as a disinfectant, and you can only use the most primitive and simple method to disinfect.

Huo Guang configured a little proportion of salt water, asked Qiao'er to throw a clean towel into the pot to cook, and dipped some salt water to carefully help Rong An clean his fingers.

The disinfection effect of salt water is limited, but it is better than nothing, fortunately, the wound is not deep, but I accidentally injured my hand when cutting vegetables, and it was not an intentional sword or other sharp weapon to cut it, otherwise it may need to be stitched first, then it is not possible to complete it at once.

Because Huo Guang has always regarded himself as half a doctor, he has already prepared emergency medicines in the medicine box, in addition to the medicines, there are some gauze that has been boiled in boiling water for a long time, and at that time these were just prepared for emergencies, but I didn't expect to use them so quickly.

He carefully applied the prepared trauma medicine to Rong An's sterilized wound, and then carefully wrapped it in gauze.

Qiao'er watched anxiously behind her, but Rong An was very calm, although she had seen the wind and waves, and had seen countless scenes of bloodshed and desperate on the battlefield, but at the moment she was taken care of by her husband like this, her heart was still very warm, she just wanted to look at her husband quietly, as for the wound, she didn't take it to heart.

This method of dealing with wounds is also the first time Rong An has seen it, but thinking that his husband was called a miracle doctor when he was in Chang'an, he doesn't think it's strange.