Chapter 211 Treating Trauma

"What?" Xu Yirang still didn't react, why was he still talking about the treatment of trauma just now, you have to think of a way.

"Don't worry about it, if the security guard calls the street patrol in a while, this opportunity will be gone." Mo Jinghui didn't have time to explain to him.

"If you want to go, you will go, and you will bring the medicine box in a while, and don't say anything, but my mute medicine boy is fine, understand?"

Xu Yirang looked at her, ruthless, anyway, he believed her. Thinking of this, he opened his legs and ran towards the carriage not far away. Mo Jinghui tidied up her clothes, and then slowly walked in front of the woman.

He took out a piece of honeycomb candy that had been packed in the teahouse last night from his bosom and handed it to the little boy next to the woman. Only then did he ask:

"This sister is crying in front of the hospital for some reason."

Mrs. Dang was also a little tired from crying, so she just took advantage of Mo Jinghui's questioning to stop and breathe for a while. Then he sobbed and said:

"It's my father-in-law who was lying there, and when he went out to play, he met a thief and was stabbed three times. The little woman knew that this security hall was the best medical center in Luoyang, so she spent a lot of money to hire someone to see a doctor. When people come, they can still talk and have spirits, but who knows......

Mrs. Dang began to cry again, and the people around her got closer and closer in order to hear clearly.

"But who know......s?"

"Why don't you drink first?" Mo Jinghui took out the kettle from her bag, which was issued by the school, and the bottle mouth was threaded with a mechanical car, just enough to screw the lid on.

Mo Jinghui took out the kettle, and thoughtfully unscrewed the threaded cap, and then handed the kettle over.

The woman screamed for a while, and her throat smoked. At this time, I had to nod and whisper thanks, and then took the kettle. In the kettle was the licorice water that Mo Jinghui had soaked herself, which was slightly sweet, and also made Mrs. Dang take several sips. I felt embarrassed when I thought about it, and returned it to Mo Jinghui with a red face.

"Why is it so slow?" Mo Jinghui took the kettle and read silently in her heart.

"But who knows......" Mrs. Dang finished drinking the water, and when she turned around and saw Xianggong lying on the door panel, she began to cry again.

"It cost seventy taels of silver, but the person fainted due to fever, and I quickly hired someone to carry my husband over. Who knows, people say...... People say...... Life and death have nothing to do with them, and they said let's go back and prepare for the future."

Speaking of this, I was really sad, and I cried again.

Mo Jinghui has no experience in dealing with such women in the market, and Xu Yirang has never seen it. She had no choice but to take advantage of Mrs. Dang's crying and hurriedly said:

"Madam, my husband is also a national medicine saint, and he happens to be the best at sword wounds, would you like me to diagnose and treat it?"

Mrs. Dang suddenly grabbed Mo Jinghui's hand in despair.

"But really?" After asking this sentence, I was a little embarrassed.

"But I, but I don't have any money."

"It's okay, I'll take a look first, my consultation fee here is only a penny."

Mrs. Dang looked at the woman in front of her with a little bit of anxiety. Anyway, the best doctors in Luoyang have already said that they are ready for the future, so what if you let the little woman in front of you take a look? Maybe, maybe it's still your own nobleman.

"Then I'll trouble you, doctor." As he spoke, the salutation had changed.

Fortunately, at this time, Xu Yirang Yao Tong also took the medicine box. picked up the medicine box, and a connoisseur's temperament quickly emerged on Mo Jinghui's body, and she walked quickly to the side of the door panel. Behind them, it was not a big deal, and the onlookers also rushed to the door.

"What are you doing?" Yan Biyuan, who was sitting next to the medicine cabinet, didn't raise his head, he had already asked people to call for a quick catch, it was nothing more than a matter of waiting for a while. But the medicine boy who welcomed the guests stopped doing it and rushed directly sideways.

"Is this your patient?" Mo Jinghui asked.

"It's not, but it's my home." The medicine boy's voice was very loud, Yan Biyuan seemed to hear it, he glanced at the young Mo Jinghui, who was not talkative, and shook his head indifferently.

"I'm also a doctor, but I'm not a doctor like you who only looks at money and doesn't see patients. Now I'm going to see a patient, you get out of the way." Mo Jinghui said vigorously while wiping her hands with the alcohol in the medicine box.

"It's okay to see a doctor, don't see a doctor at my house. If you kill someone, will you still have to come to my house?" The medicine boy didn't believe that the girl doll opposite was a doctor at all, and he didn't believe that his master had said that she could see a patient who was going to die. Hands in the waist nostrils looking at the sky.

"Okay. If I move people out and cure them, you see if these people are going to smash the signboard of your security hall." When it came to her professional field, Mo Jinghui suddenly came back in spirit.

"You ......" suddenly stunned the welcome medicine boy speechless.

Mo Jinghui ignored him and said to Mrs. Dang, "Madam, do you have any money?"

Mrs. Dang held the child and fumbled to find a copper coin from her arms, and Mo Jinghui motioned for Xu Yirang, who was incarnated as a medicine boy, to take it.

Mo Jinghui directly took out a large pair of scissors, and Kakadi cut the man's clothes, leaking out the wound on his abdomen. A foul smell suddenly came out.

Mo Jinghui adjusted the gauze on her face, and then began to break down the cover wrapped around the wound with tweezers.

Baoantang is also the traditional practice of the Ming Dynasty, using pressure to stop bleeding, and then applying a plaster that I don't know what it is, but it is an exclusive secret recipe, and the rest of life and death depends on the patient's own resistance.

Battlefield trauma treatment is Mo Jinghui's specialty, she looked at the patient's state, pinched the green bottle in her hand, and felt that it would be good to gamble.

"Tell two people to come in and hold the patient down, and then prepare a basin of hot water." Hearing Mo Jinghui's calm arrangement, Yan Biyuan began to wait and see, so the medicine boys were not stopping their further treatment.

Soon, the preparations were ready.

Mo Jinghui directly used scissors to cut all the dressings on the wound first, these things from the Black Lake Lake not only could not reduce inflammation, but prevented her from further observing the situation of the wound.

"Give me a knife boiled in boiling water." She cut open the wound at once.

With a violent tremor of the patient, a stream of fishy and smelly blood gushed out. She sucked up the gauze with her hand, and pressed it again, and the flesh around the wound was already rotting.

"It's done." Mo Jinghui said sullenly.

Then, the alcohol was directly put on it.

"Ah......" Just listening to the shouting, I felt that this man still had the confidence.

After the poison was removed, she began to use the knife to cut along the wound little by little.

"Bells." From the carrion, she found a small half-cut blade, picked it up with tweezers, and glanced defiantly at Yan Biyuan, who was getting closer and closer, before throwing it into the white porcelain plate next to her.

There is a threshold for pain, and under the stimulation of the sharp pain at the beginning, this pain is now bearable. The patient was not shaking, and Mo Jinghui's hand speed was much faster. Cleaned up the carrion, poured alcohol, and knew to see bright red blood gushing out.

Then, an alcohol-soaked reed tube is inserted inside, and the stitches are started with a special needle. Finally, wrap notoginseng powder in gauze and wrap it tightly.

At this time, a little green powder was poured out of the glass bottle, melted with warm water, and watched Xu Yirang pour it in.

"Alright, wait a minute."

Mrs. Dang, who couldn't stand it after seeing half of it, hurriedly rushed over. "How's it going, doctor?"

"No problem, I'll talk about it when I wake up later."

In fact, Mo Jinghui knew that even if this matter was treated in the environment of the academy, it was a problem of five or five openings. But she glanced at Yan Biyuan, who was not far behind her, and said very much.

"It's not burning." Xu Yirang, who had been observing the wounded, shouted.

"It hurts," the patient woke up.

Yan Biyuan pushed aside everyone and was about to take a closer look at the wound, when Mo Jinghui came over and said to Mrs. Dang:

"Since you're awake, Madame will take someone home first, give me an address, and I'll go over tomorrow for treatment."

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