Chapter 130: Another Hand Exposed

On the other side, Zhou Mujiao successfully met Zhao Yunjing.

Zhao Yunjing injured his right arm, but he was still writing - practicing writing with his left hand. It seems that he is already preparing himself for everything.

Zhou Mujiao's nose was sour, she stepped forward to take his hand, and said, "Your hand will be fine, all the students will be fine, you can all successfully pass the prefectural examination and the township examination." ”

Zhao Yunjing threw the pen away and went to cover her mouth, she took his hand away and whispered, "You don't care about me." Not only can you successfully pass the township examination, but also will shine in the examination and the palace examination, our Taohua County, because of you, and become the most eye-catching place in the whole Liang, countless literati and elegant guests, students and masters, will flock to Taohua County, it will soon become the cultural exchange center of the entire Liang! ”

Zhao Yunjing was helpless: "I can't stop you all the time." ”

"What are you stopping me for? Now that the murderer can't be found, it's hard to say that there won't be another attack, I think the other party is coming for you, and I don't know if it's because your second brother Fang's mouth is too big to talk about your excellence, otherwise how could a good person come to find the bad luck of the students? ”

Zhou Mujiao was distressed and angry: "Do you want Peach Blossom County to have no harvest? Dream! I'd like to see what bad luck the perpetrators will end up with! ”

Zhao Yunjing sighed and hugged her into his arms: "This is the last time, don't talk nonsense in the future." ”

Zhou Mujiao did not speak.

Although this plug-in is with her, no one knows whether it will accompany her for life or only with her for a while, if it is only with her for a while, it must be to ensure the safety of herself and the people around her, as for what to do after the plug-in is gone?

Her business map is already being built, and she will soon be able to gather in Kyoto, and even without the help of this plug-in, she believes that she can make a difference in this era, and it is only a matter of time.

There were four students in a room in the dormitory, except for Zhao Yunjing, the other three were lying down, and they were embarrassed to disturb each other when they saw Zhao Yunjing and Zhou Mujiao complaining to each other, but it was too painful, and they couldn't help but make a sound.

Hu Peiran also injured his right hand, the wound was also quite deep, and he also had a fever, Zhao Yunjing and the doctor took turns to keep watch all night, and the fever finally subsided at dawn, but he was the youngest, and his ability to endure pain was not as good as others, and the cry of pain was made by him.

Zhou Mujiao walked over to check and found that the doctor's bandaging technique was too sloppy, and it happened that the doctor came in with a new medicine to help them change the dressing.

Untied the old cotton cloth, revealing the bloody wound inside, Zhou Mujiao frowned: "This wound has not been washed?" The mouth is so big, just deal with it so raw? ”

The old doctor also frowned: "You little girl are questioning my medical skills?" What do you know? ”

Zhou Mujiao ignored the old doctor's questioning, and turned her head to look at the bodyguard she brought: "Ah Yong, go to the mountain chief and bring over the jar of wine I sent last time." ”

Ah Yong turned around and went, Zhou Mujiao first removed all the cotton cloths of several students, and at a glance, the openings were all long, and there were bones.

Let's look at Zhao Yunjing again, his deepest and biggest opening!

Zhou Mujiao hissed: "What's the matter with Ah Yong and Shaoqiu?" Didn't you keep them moving? Can't beat a few homeless people? ”

Zhao Yunjing touched his nose and didn't speak, and Shaoqiu next to him also touched his nose.

"If there is a next time, Shaoqiu, you two will go, and you, Zhao Yunjing, if I find out that you divide people again, I will never care about you again. When the time comes, whether you live or die, whether you are the champion or the old boy, it has nothing to do with me! ”

Hu Peiran couldn't help but defend his example: "Sister Jiaojiao, in fact, if Brother Zhao hadn't separated Shaoqiu and them, most of us would have died." ”

"Shut up."

Zhou Mujiao reprimanded Zhao Yunjing with a straight face, during which the three classmates did not dare to interject a word, for fear that the fire would burn on him, the doctor wanted to interject, but there was no chance, Zhou Mujiao spoke very quickly, and the second sentence came immediately, without panting.

Soon Ah Yong came with a wine jar, followed by Liang Shanchang, who was crying and mourning.

He drank that wine twice, it tasted so good, he was reluctant to give it to others to drink even a sip, who knew that he was saving it, and was finally moved back by Zhou Mujiao?

What was sent, how could there be any reason to go back?

Especially when he saw such a good wine poured on the wound like this, and as soon as he poured a big glass, his heart was dripping blood: "Miss Zhou, slow down, slow down!" ”

The liquor fell on the wound, Zhao Yunjing hissed, cold sweat broke out, and his face instantly turned pale.

"Miss Zhou, Yun Jing's wound is well healed, why do you want to retreat it? Dr. Song's medical skills are very good, he has been practicing medicine for decades, what kind of injuries and illnesses have not been treated? If you can't even trust him, you don't have to look at other doctors. ”

This is also what Dr. Song wants to say, he has been practicing medicine for decades, and it is not the first time he has dealt with injuries, and now he is questioned by Zhou Mujiao in public, so he undoubtedly slapped him in the face in public.

Zhou Mujiao found a sewing needle from Dr. Song's medical box, let Shaoqiu burn it with fire, and then quickly stitched it for Zhao Yunjing, she started very quickly, and when Dr. Song wanted to stop it, she had already sewed out five or six stitches.

Doctor Song opened his mouth, closed it again, opened his mouth again, and went to see Zhou Mujiao again, and found that she was already sewing the second layer.

A total of 40 stitches were sewn inside and out, and the stitches were dense, and it looked like Zhao Yunjing's arm was really sewn as fabric.

After collecting the needle, Zhou Mujiao cleaned up the blood stains next to the wound with a clean cotton cloth dipped in spirits, and then applied medicine and bandaged it.

Looking at the sturdy and beautiful bow on Zhao Yunjing's arm, Dr. Song asked, "Miss Zhou, what is the point of that wine?" ”

Although his hands and feet trembled, his eyes were good, and although the wound that had been stitched up looked hideous, it might be a psychological effect, and he didn't see the bones inside, so Dr. Song felt that it was good to deal with it like this.

Zhou Mujiao began to help Hu Peiran disinfect, her hands were busy, and her mouth didn't stop: "When Dr. Song usually deals with injuries and illnesses, does he often encounter death?" Do you think that such a small wound can't survive in the end? ”

"What does it have to do with this wine?"

"It has something to do with wine, but the main reason is that the first is that your wound has not been thoroughly cleaned, and the second is that you just sprinkled the gold creation medicine like this, the bleeding has stopped on the outside, but the inside is actually still bleeding, so it is good to look at the wound outside, in fact, the deep wound will be infected because of bacteria, resulting in high fever, once the high fever does not go away for three days, basically even if it is saved, the brain will become bad."

"Infected?"

"It's a pustule that grows from the inside, eroding ............ little by little"

After listening to Zhou Mujiao's popular science, Dr. Song felt that what he said was reasonable, so he pulled her and asked her to re-process the rest of the wounded.

When Zhou Mujiao was teaching in the academy, Jiang Wuyu was also interrogating, and an hour later, someone recruited.