Without the disinfection of high concentration of spirits, wound infections are very susceptible.

Ye Qingyu was anxious, but there was no good way.

"Dun Dun, you are watching your father at home, I'll go find a doctor."

There is only one doctor in Xiaonanzhuang, and he has been here for many years, and he can be seen by some minor injuries and illnesses on weekdays, and he is also quite famous in the village.

The old man is not young, and he does not have apprentices, and he lives alone in the far corner of the village, and usually no one will come to the door unless someone is injured or sick and cannot be handled well.

Ye Qingyu's visit to the door at night startled the old man.

"Doctor, my father-in-law has an injury on his foot, it seems to be a bit serious, please take a look." Ye Qingyu was polite to the old man, and respectfully invited someone to come to the door.

The old man looked at the sky outside, and then looked at Ye Qingyu's beautiful face reflected in the candlelight, and also recognized Ye Qingyu himself.

When Gu Changyang was injured, Ye Qingyu came over at night and asked him to help see it, at that time, the old Gu family was reluctant to give money, and they made trouble for a while, and finally Li Zheng was in charge, so he gave the consultation fee for the doctor.

In recent days, the old Gu family has been in an uproar, and the village knows more or less, even if the old man usually doesn't like to go out and doesn't gossip, but when he goes to see a doctor, he also listens to it a little.

Knowing that Gu Changyang's family had no money and was destitute, he was a little reluctant to follow.

At night, Ye Qingyu doesn't look like someone who can move him on his back, in case of an accident along the way, he is old, and now he is seventy years old, if something goes wrong, it will really be a lifetime.

"It's too late, it's too late." The old man waved his hand, obviously refusing.

"Doctor, I beg you, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, his wound should be infected, and he has a little fever, if you don't go to see it, tell me how to deal with it, or you give me some medicine, and I'll go back and give him medicine myself?" I'll give you the money for the medicine, but if it really doesn't work, how much medicine I take, Ming'er will go to the mountains to find you how much I can get back, and pay you back double, how about it? ”

Ye Qingyu is rare to beg for help, but thinking about Gu Changyang's situation, he really can't be delayed, he has already scrapped one leg, if this leg is also scrapped, then he will really be a wasted person in the future, how can he live?

It's not easy enough at home now, and we can't go any further.

The old man hesitated a little, obviously a little moved by Ye Qingyu's words.

Ye Qingyu saw his hesitation, and hurriedly knelt down for the old man, "Doctor, your old man is kind, I will remember your kindness for a lifetime, if you need to send anything in the future, I will not refuse, please leave to you." ”

The old man sighed when he heard this, "That's it, I've lived all my life, and I haven't lived to understand, so I'll give you medicine, you can go back and deal with it yourself, it's dark, I'm old and my legs and feet are not good, I'll go and show you if it's early tomorrow." ”

"Thank you, thank you." Ye Qingyu hurriedly thanked him.

The old man went to get some medicine, handed it to Ye Qingyu, and instructed him how to use the medicine, and explained clearly the external and internal uses, and made sure that Ye Qingyu remembered it, so she hurried back.

When Ye Qingyu was leaving, he asked the old man for a little wine, and promised to pay it back twice as much when he turned back, so he left with his things satisfied.