Erhua wiped her hands on her waist, shook her head and sighed.

Lao Dao narrowed his eyes after listening to Erhua's description of Uncle Li's wounds.

"Coincidentally, Lao Dao happens to have some understanding of external injuries, if so, can the female donor lead Lao Dao to take a look?"

Wei Jin's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lao Dao with blazing eyes.

The native Taoism is the most primitive form of chemists, and the influence of alchemy in Taoism has created many pharmacists. Since the old Taoist priest is a little confident in his own ability, coupled with the inherent self-humility of people outside the square, maybe he can really save Uncle Li.

Without waiting for the second sister to react, Wei Jin got up and volunteered to take Lao Dao over.

"Then my little apprentice will ask the two female donors to help take care of one or two."

The little Taoist priest was too young to help, and he hadn't finished his meal yet, and his eyes looked at his master slightly ignorantly.

"No problem, my brother's room is cleaned up on weekdays, and the little master can live in my brother's house."

Sihua'er's reaction was also extremely fast, and there was a hint of excitement in her eyes.

Erhua looked at the two younger sisters and did not speak. She didn't believe that anyone could save Uncle Li, but as long as she didn't hurt her sister, she would definitely not stop Lao Dao. Why don't you give it a try, but what if you get back to life?

Wei Jin led Lao Dao to Li's house quickly, and took him directly to meet the village chief.

"Is the Daoist sure?"

"It's hard to say whether it's sure or not, but you have to look at it first to know."

"Grandpa, Uncle Li's current situation has no medicine, and it won't be in the way for the Taoist to take a look, what if?"

Wei Jin tugged at the hem of the village chief's clothes and muttered a few words in his ear.

The village chief is the elder of the Wei family and the uncle of Wei Jin's adoptive parents, and he loves this great-grandson who has become much smarter after sobering up, and is willing to listen to her advice. Besides, Uncle Li is already going to be able to do it at this time, and it is just the same whether he sees the worst result or not.

The second brother-in-law led the old Taoist priest into the house, and there was a smell of blood and stench inside, which was getting stronger than in the evening.

"Fourth girl, where did you drag this old man from?"

Hearing his grandfather's question, Wei Jin hurriedly went over and told the story of the old Taoist priest who brought his apprentice to Huazhai.

"The little apprentice of the Taoist chief is still at my house, and the second sister and Sihua'er are with me."

"Well, if you don't have a pipe chief, you must not neglect the Tao chief. If it's a bad thing, let your second sister go to your grandmother. ”

"Got it." Wei Jin ran to the window again, trying to see the situation inside through the crack in the window.

"This girl!" The old village chief smiled with Li Zheng, but he still couldn't let go of the big stone in his heart, so he could only take two long smoking guns.

With the help of the men in the village, the old Taoist priest gently peeled off Uncle Li's clothes.

He didn't like dirt, he touched every part carefully, and finally made sure that the bones and organs were not hurt much, and the most fatal was the festering whiplash on his back.

The old way asked people to boil hot water, and then used the fire to roast the dagger they brought, and little by little they cut off the rotten meat very carefully.

Lao Li was originally a little unconscious, and then he was poured a bowl of decoction given by Lao Dao, and when he chopped the meat, he didn't see him struggling. The people next to him were still worried about whether he was out of breath, and from time to time they had to reach out to his nose to probe.

After staying up all night, Lao Dao took care of Uncle Li's injury, sprinkled it with medicinal powder, and put it on his body with a clean cloth, and could not wrap anything else.

In the middle, the blood and water were brought out one by one, and the cloth towels for wiping dirt were also replaced one by one.

Originally, some people wanted to wash the dirty cloth towels and reuse them, but Wei Jin stopped them, saying that they were stained with blood poison and could not be reused, so they could only dig a pit and put it into the burn and then fill it.

Seeing that the woman holding the basin did not move, Li Zheng immediately raised his eyebrows, and scolded him sharply and did not do it? The woman followed Wei Jin's words and found a corner behind the Li family's house to dig a pit and burn the strips of cloth.

When it was almost dawn, the children of the Li family who were sent away all came back.

The eldest is only a teenager, and he endures fear and sadness with his younger siblings, and he is afraid to say nothing all the way.

It wasn't until I entered the house and saw that my uncles and aunts were still helping to take care of my father, and my mother, although haggard, was still fine, that I relaxed my hanging heart.

As the eldest son, it is impossible for the Li family to do nothing. He beckoned his eldest sister to help his aunt boil water and cook, while he took his second brother to the house to help take care of his father. Even if they can't do anything, at least they should do it to bring water and change the dressing.

Only the youngest brother, who was just over two years old, was stuffed into his mother's arms by him.

All night, Wei Jin didn't go back, and in the second half of the night, the old Taoist priest lacked assistants, so Wei Jin rolled up his sleeves to help.

Unlike others, she has always been very calm, and she did not tremble with fear when she saw the bloody wounds, the old Taoist priest asked her to help clean the wounds, and originally thought that she would have to teach at least several times before she could get started alone, but after a rough explanation, Wei Jin, the little girl, did a decent job.

Before, they thought that the most serious thing was the wound on the back, but after cleaning, they found that the really serious thing was a whiplash wound on the flank. After removing the carrion, the wound almost caused the abdominal organs to slip out.

"Dao Chief, this wound is estimated to only be treated with sutures, otherwise if you move a little, it will leak out of the liver and sausage."

Lao Dao has done a lot of trauma, but he really hasn't been involved in stitching, and he doesn't dare to pack a ticket and say that he can do it well.

But as Wei Jin said, if this wound cannot be sutured, then everything they do may become useless.

"You go and tell the sister-in-law of the Li family, this sewing is not enough, so you can only give it a try."

Wei Jin is not from a medical background, all her first-aid knowledge is only obtained through training, and simple trauma treatment is okay, this kind of work involving surgery, she can't learn it at all.

After listening to Lao Dao's words, she was about to go out to find Aunt Li, when she saw a half-sized man next to her clenching his fists and looking at Uncle Li with tears in his eyes.

"Daoist, please save my father. Stitch is stitched, as long as you can save Daddy, the kid is willing to sell himself to make money. ”

"You bastard boy, what are you talking nonsense here?" Wei Jin was afraid that Lao Dao would be angry, so he went up first and kicked Li Dalang gently, "Go, come out with me to find your aunt." This suture is not just a needle and thread together, if you want to achieve healing, you need a person with good needle skills and a bold heart to do it. ”

"Find my mother, my mother's needlework is one of the best in the village, not to mention the first."

Li Dalang jumped up and ran out of the house, found his mother directly, and told him about the matter.

"Auntie, it's up to you whether my father can survive or not."

Aunt Li looked up at her son, half ringing, and nodded heavily with tears in her eyes.

Surgical suturing is certainly not a simple matter, but the current situation does not allow them to think too much, under the guidance of the old Tao, using raw silk as thread, using the thinnest embroidery needle to overheat, and soaking in spirits, and then let Aunt Li, who cleaned her hands four or five times, hold the needle and thread and begin to stitch the wound that is at least two inches long.

Because this is skin and flesh, it is not as good as using a needle on the cloth, and at the beginning, Aunt Li trembled for a long time and couldn't get a needle.

Wei Jin and Li Dalang have been encouraging her by the side, and Lao Dao also comforted her that she doesn't need to be in a hurry, take her time, and be optimistic about getting another needle.

Nearly a morning passed before the wound was stitched together in a fine and neat manner.

"Now that we have done everything we can do, it depends on whether Master Li's life is hard enough."

Lao Dao was tired for a night and half a day, and he couldn't stand still, so he sat next to the village chief and wiped his sweat, and prescribed another prescription for Li Dalang to decoct the medicine.