Since you can't get around it, you just face it directly.

Especially when Zheng Bin came uninvited today and spoke wildly, Xie Yi had a strong sense of crisis and was eager to seek means and strength for self-protection.

In Chenzhou, it is undoubtedly a good choice to use the power of Hou Junji. As for the future, Xie Yi felt that he might have fallen into a misunderstanding before, and he was a little too nervous.

Even if Hou Junji will rebel with Li Chengqian in the future, it will be a few years later, so what can he do with him today? Try to dissociate yourself from him in the future.

As long as you do not participate in Hou Junji's party and directly or indirectly participate in the rebellion, there will not necessarily be danger. Datang also has laws, and Li Shimin is not unreasonable!

The so-called people have no long-term worries, but they must have near-term worries, and it seems that they are a bit of a distortion for the sake of long-term worries.

Thinking of this truth, Xie Yi was in a much more relaxed mood, and after greeting his sister-in-law Du Shi, he followed the messenger to the Assassin's Mansion.

Before leaving, he left Zheng Bin with a bright smile, and was summoned by Lord Shi, before he figured out the situation, Zheng Bin would never dare to be rude to anyone in the Xie family.

Otherwise, it would be a slap in the face of Hou Junji, even if he was a child of the Zheng family in Xingyang, Zheng Bin would never dare to offend the prince of the dynasty, especially a prince who was born as a military general.

So my sister-in-law and sister are safe and worry-free, so there is no need to worry.

Along the way, Xie Yi began to think about rhetoric in his heart, the abnormal behavior of selling poems without doing books will definitely be mentioned, there must be an explanation, right?

But when he stepped into the Assassin's Mansion, Xie Yicai was surprised to find that he was completely wrong.

"Dare to ask what Childe is called? Thank you for stopping the bleeding for my young man that day. ”

Hou Yi stood beside him for a long time, but Xie Yi didn't recognize it, wasn't this the entourage next to Xiao Xuan who fell off the horse that day? Today's politeness and respect are like two people who are arrogant that day.

Listening to the meaning of his words, the little gentleman of that day was the youngest son of Shaolangjun of the Assassin Mansion and Hou Junji? Xie Yi suddenly laughed, sure enough, he couldn't get around Hou Junji!

The person who helped on the street and stopped the bleeding happened to be the young man of the Hou family, so it seemed that it was indeed a fateful encounter.

That's it, you can't accept your fate!

So what is it to come to yourself today? Say thank you? This is just right, with the gratitude of the Hou family, he is not afraid of Zheng Bin at all.

"Under Xie Yi, I don't know what happened to Lord Assassin's summons?"

Hou Yi said politely: "It turned out to be Gongzi Xie, please come and ......"

As he was talking, he saw a middle-aged couple walking out quickly. The man is about fifty years old, with a strong body, a dignified and resolute expression, a pair of heroic eyes, and a vague killing intent.

As for the dignified middle-aged woman beside him, it must have been Mrs. Hou, I saw that her eyes were red and swollen, and she hurried over while wiping her tears.

Hou Yi was very knowledgeable, and immediately stepped forward to introduce: "Guogong, madam, this is Xie Yi who stopped the bleeding for Shaolangjun that day, Gongzi Xie!" ”

"Xie Yi has seen Chen Guogong, madam!" Xie Yi bowed slightly.

"Thank you for saving my son......"

Xie Yi said modestly: "Chen Guogong doesn't have to be polite, saving the sick and helping others to do good deeds are all people's duties. ”

"It is very rare for a young man to be kind and helpful." Hou Junji's exclamation was very calm, and then he asked: "Looking at your method of stopping bleeding for my son, you seem to be quite proficient in medical skills?" ”

"Yes, if the son is skilled in medicine, can you save my son......" Mrs. Hou was an anxious child, and she cried bitterly when she spoke, and burst into tears.

Xie Yi's heart moved, and he asked softly, "Eh, dare to ask Guogong, madam, what happened?" ”

"My son's wound is suppurating, the high fever does not go away, and he is in danger...... "Mrs. Hou's eyes were red and swollen, and she was extremely worried in her words, which was evident from the seriousness of the situation.

Hou Yi added softly: "I remember that day Gongzi Xie said that if the wound is not cleaned, it may suppurate, and now it ...... Thinking that Childe is quite proficient in medicine, I don't know if there is a way to heal him? ”

I see!

Xie Yi's eyebrows moved, and many thoughts flashed through his heart in an instant, and he said softly: "I really know a little about medical skills, as for treating Shao Langjun, can you let me talk about it after seeing the injury?" ”

Hearing this, even Hou Junji, a general who stood still among thousands of troops, was slightly moved. In the end, the father and son are connected, and the young son is seriously ill, how can he not be suspenseful?

Mrs. Hou was even more like a treasure, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, and pulled Xie Yi to the ward.

After entering the door, Xie Yi saw at a glance that the person lying on the couch tilting his head and falling unconscious was the little gentleman of the day. Lifting the thin quilt and the linen cloth wrapped around the body, it can be seen that there are many pus in the blurred places of flesh and blood, there is no doubt that the wound is infected, and when you touch your forehead again, it is even more hot and scary.

"How long has it been a fever?"

"It's been almost a day and a half, and I've used a lot of methods, but the body heat still can't go down." Mrs. Hou sobbed: "The doctors all said that if the fever does not go away, I am afraid that I will be worried about my life." ”

Even Hou Junji anxiously asked, "How, is there a cure?" ”

Looking at a group of middle-aged and elderly people outside the door, each carrying a medicine box, silent, thinking that they were helpless doctors, no wonder Hou Junji and his wife were in a hurry.

Xie Yi groaned slightly, nodded and said, "Maybe you can give it a try!" ”

"How sure are you?" A tall young man flashed out of the doorway, and the exit was questioning.

"This is ......"

"This is the son-in-law Helan Chushi."

Xie Yi suddenly realized that this was Hou Junji's son-in-law, the legendary East Palace guard, and a close confidant of His Royal Highness the Prince. Helan, I heard that the surname seems to have Hu blood, but the background should be good, maybe it is still a Guanlong noble.

"I'm sure I'm not going to say, I'm going to do my best." Never be overloaded, especially in front of a group of murderous and possibly unreasonable magnates.

Helan Chushi asked, "Do your best?" What if it can't be cured and delayed? ”

It's just unreasonable, how can people delay when they are like this? It is a fact that a dead horse is a live horse doctor, but it can't be said, otherwise it is really possible to be dragged to the burial.

Xie Yi pointed at Hou Yi and said calmly: "The day before yesterday, at the street entrance, when I wanted to stop the bleeding for Shaolangjun, they also asked ......."

Fortunately, Hou Junji was not confused, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have a way?" ”

Xie Yi said: "There are two priorities, one is to clean the wound and disinfect it thoroughly; The second is the reduction of fever. ”

"Cleaning wounds? Do I need hot water? ”

"You can't use water, you have to prepare some spirits." Xie Yi was speechless, the previous medical officer probably washed the wound with water, the bacteria were thrown there, and the improper treatment, coupled with the high temperature in the room, did not escape the tragedy of suppuration in winter.

"Good!" Hou Junji waved his hand, and after a while, Hou Yi brought a wine jar and said softly: "This is a three-legged pulp from Tianzhu in the Western Regions, which is a strong liquor. ”

Xie Yi poured out a cup, sniffed it lightly, and couldn't help but shake his head again and again. I forgot about it, the wine of the Tang Dynasty was not the strong liquor of later generations, most of the rice wine and fruit wine made from grain and fruit products were made of grain and fruit, and the alcohol content was very low, and it was not good to use it for disinfection.

Looking at Xie Yi's actions, Helan Chushi's eyes were very unfriendly, and he probably wanted to ask Xie Yi whether he was here to save people or to taste wine?

Xie Yi said truthfully: "Chen Guogong, if you want to save Shaolangjun, you can't do without spirits, but this wine is not strong enough. ”

Hou Yi muttered in a low voice: "But this is already the strongest wine......

"This ......" Xie Yi pondered for a moment and said: "Take a pen and paper, I will draw a pattern, and ask Guogong to immediately find a craftsman to make zuò and purify the spirits......"

Looking at the strange graphics on the paper, there are stoves, iron pots, pot lids, funnels, bamboo pipes, and special notes that cold water needs to be sprinkled to cool somewhere, etc., everyone is suspicious.

Xie Yi said: "After it is done, pour the wine into the pot, do not need to boil, heat it to about seventy, and the rising steam condenses and flows out through the bamboo pipe. ”

"Alcohol can also heal? Is it reliable? Helan Chushi didn't seem to believe it, and even Mrs. Hou was a little skeptical.

Hou Junji looked at Xie Yi's serious eyes, bowed his head and said, "Do your best!" ”

"Good!" Xie Yi said: "Try to be as fast as possible, and prepare more thin linen, boil it in boiling water, and dry it as much as possible...... Take a trip home next and get some medicine. ”

Mrs. Hou said: "Gongzi Xie is not busy, what medicinal materials do you need, there are all here, my son's condition cannot be delayed." ”

"Madame, this medicine is my exclusive possession, and it is also Shaolangjun's life-saving medicine." Xie Yi sighed in his heart, the antibiotics in the pink backpack are finally going to come in handy.

On the way home, Xie Yi had a strange feeling in his heart, what should he say?

A few days ago, he was a merchant who sold poetry and writing, and today he went in and out of the Assassin's Mansion, thinking that he was going to be a poet, but he turned out to be a doctor who saved lives and helped the wounded.

Such an encounter, in the words ridiculed by later generations, seems to be able to be expressed as: A poet who does not want to be a businessman is not a good doctor!