It's my turn, it's my turn. The people in front of the queue saw that they were shouting the next one, and hurriedly limped forward.

In the temple, Qi Baihe looked at the man who walked in, and saw that he seemed to have injured his legs and feet, and he was limping when he walked, and he was holding a thick branch in his hand to support him.

"Master, I, I'm here to see a doctor."

The man said with some apprehension, Xu saw that the three Buddhist masters here were all extremely good-looking, and he thought of the foul smell emanating from his wound, which was slightly unnatural.

Tang Ning on the side looked at Qi Baihe for a long time, observing his expression, seeing that his expression was not half disgusted, and there was a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

As a doctor, naturally you can't dislike the patient, no matter what kind of patient, the doctor must be equal and peaceful, and only in this way can it be called medical ethics and benevolence.

"Is it a leg injury?" Qi Baihe asked, and saw that he was in no condition, only limping on his leg, so he took a chair and asked him to put the injured leg on it.

"I'll demolish, I'll demolish."

When the man saw that the monk in white was about to remove the strip of cloth from the wound on his leg, he hurriedly started it himself, after all, because of the deterioration of the wound, the cloth belt was oozing with pus and smelling foul.

Qi Baihe didn't fight with him, and when he saw that after he took apart the strip of cloth, he injured the festering wound on his leg, and frowned slightly: "How did you get this injury?" ”

"When I went hunting, I was stabbed by the fangs of a wild boar, but after being medicated, the wound never healed, and the wound is getting worse and worse." The man said, looking at the wound on his leg, he was also worried: "Master, can my injury still be treated?" ”

Seeing that the wound was ulcerated and pus-filled, and the area around the wound was red and swollen and black purple, because of this wound, even the feet became red, swollen and purple, this situation was not like a common external injury, he couldn't help but look at Tang Ning on the side, and asked, "Master, how should this injury be treated?" ”

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but look at the little monk in Tsing Yi on the side, a little surprised, such a young monk was actually the master of this young monk.

"What do you think should be done?" Downing asked, not immediately telling him how to heal.

He thought for a moment and said, "Clean the wound and then apply medicine?" ”

"His injury is more serious, a simple cleaning of the wound can not completely clean his wound, you should first clean the wound, use a fire-roasted knife to scrape all the festering flesh on his wound, squeeze out the pus and blood from the wound, until there is no pus and blood, and then sprinkle the wound with anti-inflammatory medicine, and then apply muscle repair powder."

Tang Ning sat there and said, he had no intention of doing anything at all, just told him how to deal with this injury, and let him learn it himself.

Hearing his words, Qi Baihe was stunned, he didn't expect that there were so many ways to clean up the wound, so he immediately responded and began to deal with it.

Song Tianyou helped fetch clean water, found clean strips of cloth, and then watched from the sidelines. Shizun said that even if he didn't study medicine, he still had to learn this simple thing of dealing with wound bandaging, so let him watch more, listen more, and learn more.

Tang Ning watched Qi Baihe do what she said one by one, however, when she saw him squeeze out the pus and blood, clean the wound and prepare to apply the medicine, she immediately shouted: "Wait a minute! ”

(End of chapter)