The next morning, before dawn, Yan Shu stood on the edge of the bed as usual and watched.

The guards outside the door were far away, but their eyes kept glancing at this side.

This room has become the top secret place of the Great Song Dynasty, and it is heavily guarded, comparable to Zhao Zhen's bedroom.

An old man with gray hair in the house was giving Zhao Jun acupuncture, and under the candlelight, Zhao Jun endured the sweat on his forehead and waited for the acupuncture to end.

Acupuncture is actually not painful, at most it is a little sour and numb. But every time he does acupuncture, he feels like he has a splitting headache.

With dizziness and a tingling sensation in his head, Zhao Jun was very uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

It took a while for the acupuncture to be completely over. Zhao Jun wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a few quick breaths, and heard the sound of the old man packing up the medicine box, so he hurriedly said, "Doctor, can you change the gauze?" ”

The old man looked back at Yan Shu, who nodded slightly. The imperial doctor buried his head and opened the medicine box again, took out gauze and some ointment from it, and began to take off Zhao Jun's pants.

Zhao Jun did not resist.

After Yan Shu returned the suitcase to him, he changed into a bitter tea, and wore a pair of shorts under his trousers, double insurance, and would not let the old man feel embarrassed to see his privacy like he did when he first changed gauze.

After the old man took off his trousers, he broke his thighs, took off the gauze, looked at the wound, nodded with satisfaction, scraped off the ointment, and reapplied the medicine.

At this time, the injuries on Zhao Jun's legs had almost healed, from the inner thighs to the calves, there were more than ten hideous scars, large and small.

After all, it is good to survive the mudslide, and it is normal to have wounds.

Most of the wounds were cut by broken stones in the mudslide, the largest one was on the inner thigh of the right leg, 12 centimeters long, the doctor cleaned the wound for him, and then sewed it, the stitches were removed a few days ago, and now it has basically healed.

"It's not inflamed."

Zhao Jun asked.

The old man kept his mouth shut, these days Zhao Jun has always thought that the doctor was a mute.

Yan Shu next to him said in his place: "No." ”

During this time, he also understood some knowledge, such as inflammation is wound ulceration and pus.

In ancient times, wound inflammation was a very serious thing, and if you didn't treat it in time, you would die of sepsis if you dug up the rotten flesh of the wound and let out the pus and blood.

Since there were no specific anti-inflammatory drugs in ancient China, it was difficult to cure the inflammation of the wound, and it was often bandaged with Chinese herbs to see if luck could survive.

Therefore, the high casualty rate of ancient wars mostly did not refer to death on the battlefield, but to the inflammation of wounds or the decay of corpses after the war.

Yan Shu also learned from chatting with Zhao Jun during this time, which was very useful to him.

"That's good, you shouldn't need to take medicine."

Zhao Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Shu hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth several times, wanted to ask something, but did not open his mouth after all.

On the afternoon of the second day after Zhao Jun arrived, he was worried that the injuries on his body would cause inflammation of the wounds, so he asked Yan Shu to take out a cardboard box called "amoxicillin" from the box.

Yan Shu saw Zhao Jun fumbling around and opening the box, took out a strange thing from it, and took out another pill and ate it.

At that time, he did not dare to ask.

Because he was afraid that it was common knowledge that everyone knew, and it was very likely that he would be exposed once he asked, so even if he guessed that it might be a drug to treat inflammation, he didn't say anything.

But now, Yan Shu really wanted to ask if this medicine could treat something else besides treating inflammation.

For example, lung fever.

In fact, that "amoxicillin" he saw.

Zhao Jun's suitcase was placed next to his bed, he was blind, he couldn't see anything, Yan Shu took the items he wanted, and he read the instructions on it several times, and showed it to the doctor several times.

"This product can be used as a broad-spectrum semi-synthetic penicillin, clinically used for the treatment of tonsillitis, laryngitis, pneumonia, chronic bronchitis, urinary tract infection, skin and soft tissue infection, purulent pleurisy, hepatobiliary system infection, sepsis, typhoid, dysentery, etc."

In this sentence, except for typhoid fever and dysentery, he knows about other diseases, and his eyes are blackened, and he is completely unclear. The main thing is that pneumonia, like the lung fever that his wife suffers from, has a lung word, which makes him very concerned.

It's easy to steal one or two pills back, but if it's not right, it will accelerate the disease.

But Yan Shu didn't dare to ask Zhao Jun directly, in fact, so far, except for history, he has tried to guide Zhao Jun to take the initiative to say the rest of the things, and he has never taken the initiative to ask.

Zhao Jun had been suspicious a few times before, if he hadn't found a way to fool the past, he would have guessed that he was not Nini Village without waiting for people's eyes to recover.

So many times Yan Shu is a little involuntarily, and he has to think twice every time he speaks, for fear that Zhao Jun will notice something wrong.

So now I am very hesitant to ask whether to ask or not.

At this moment, the imperial doctor had already scraped off the original ointment, reapplied the medicine, and then bandaged it.

"Can you change the gauze for your eyes?"

Zhao Jun made another request.

The imperial doctor looked at Yan Shu again, Yan Shu's brows furrowed, and then asked, "Do you want to change your eyes if they are not injured?" ”

"It's been a bit hot these days, the gauze is wet, and I want to see how my eyes are recovering."

"Okay then."

Yan Shu agreed, and he also understood that if Zhao Jun was not allowed to see the effect of acupuncture treatment, he might not honestly continue to stay.

These days, acupuncture continues, and the imperial doctor said that he has probably recovered a lot of vision, but he doesn't know how much he has recovered.

If you can only see the light, it's fine, but if you can see all, then it's troublesome.

But fortunately, the answer was soon available.

The imperial doctor carefully untied Zhao Jun's veil, and Zhao Jun's eyes opened and stared at a pair of clear Kazlan eyes.

Although he glanced around, he was not immediately surprised by the clothes of the ancients handed down by Yan Shu and the imperial doctor, but was slightly distracted, and his eyes were much less radiant than ordinary people.

From Zhao Jun's point of view, he could see, but not much.

It was four o'clock in the morning, the sky was already dark, the room was lit with candles, Zhao Jun could only vaguely see the faint flames jumping, and then in front of him were two blurred black shadows that were completely unclear, like two humanoid black fog, nothing else could be seen, no different from two thousand degrees of myopia.

Yan Shu asked him, "How is it?" ”

"Still can't see clearly."

Zhao Jun replied, "But I can see a figure." ”

Yan Shu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is a good thing, you are slowly recovering." ”

"Uncle Rari, can you really recover completely? Why don't you take me down the mountain and go to the hospital? ”

Zhao Jun said tentatively.

Yan Shu sighed: "I also want to send you down, but you know, the rainstorm has been falling for more than ten days, the mountain roads are all blocked, the excavator can't get in, and you can only dig by hand, and the power has not been restored until now." ”

"Ugh."

Zhao Jun also sighed.

He didn't want to go down the mountain all the time during this time, and asked every day when the road would be clear, but it seemed that the road had not been repaired yet, and there was no way to go down until now, so he could only hope that the old doctor in the village would give him strength and really use acupuncture to recover him.

The imperial doctor re-put on blindfolded gauze for Zhao Jun, but in fact, it doesn't matter if this thing is blindfolded or not. Because Zhao Jun was temporarily blinded due to a head injury, it was not an eye injury, and it was meaningless to be blindfolded.

But Yan Shu still insisted on blindfolding him, mainly because he was worried that if one day the blood was suddenly cleared, he would be able to see things, and he would not be able to accept the fact that he had crossed over to the Song Dynasty.

So blindfold first, and when you can see it later, tell Zhao Jun the truth step by step, giving both sides a certain buffer space.

After the veil was covered again, Yan Shu said, "Let's arrange today's itinerary." ”

"It's better to give the children a class or two in the morning and bask in the sun in the afternoon."

Zhao Jun said.

"That's how it was arranged."

Yan Shu didn't say anything, and his tone was much weaker than usual.

Zhao Jun was keenly aware of something, but didn't ask much, but said: "Village chief, do the villagers of our village have nothing to do every day?" ”

"Now that the village has been hit by a disaster, the big guys are doing farm work every day, and they can't go down the mountain, but fortunately there is plenty of food. There's nothing to do with the village committee, I'll take care of you more, you are now the most expensive person in the village. ”

Yan Shu replied simply.

"Okay."

Zhao Jun thought for a while, and then said, "By the way, do we still have a small blackboard and chalk in our village?" ”

Yan Shu is panicking now, and his eyes don't blink: "No, you know, the school has been flooded by mudslides, and our village is full of old and young, how can we have the strength to dig out the school." ”

"Can you find a board and charcoal?"

"This should be fine, I'll look for it in the village then."

"Thank you, Uncle Raj."

Zhao Jun made up in his heart.

Perhaps the village was really hit by floods and mudslides.

The village is full of old, weak, sick and disabled, unable to do any heavy work, and it is far away from the mountain, so there is really no way to dredge the road down the mountain in the first place.

It seems that the idea of going down the mountain to the hospital to take a CT scan will not be realized in a short time.

Fortunately, this doctor is quite reliable, and he can see a little thing.

Alas.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jun sighed in his heart.

I don't know how to get it in the past few years, first the heavy rain in Zhengzhou, then the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei flood, and now even Daliang Mountain has suffered.

Natural disasters continue.

Yan Shu turned around, he was about to go out and find a plank and black charcoal, and then called the children to prepare for today's lesson.

But at this time, Zhao Jun stopped him.

"Uncle Rari, what's wrong?"

Yan Shu's body froze, did not look back, and said, "I..... I'm fine. ”

"I'm blind, but I'm not blind, you clearly have something on your mind."

Yan Shu was moved in his heart and sighed: "Do you know why my wife has never come over? ”

Zhao Jun subconsciously asked, "Why?" ”

"Because she's sick."

"What did the doctor say?"

"Say it's lung fever."

Yan Shu hesitated for a moment and then said, "The symptoms are fever and cough. ”

"Sounds like pneumonia."

Zhao Jun was a little puzzled: "Don't doctors know what pneumonia is?" ”

Yan Shu hurriedly said: "You also know that our village doctor is a mute, and he writes that it is lung fever. Now I can't go down the mountain, and if I don't get cured, I'm going to die. ”

"It should be called lung fever in traditional Chinese medicine, I don't know if it's yang, but whether it's yang or ordinary pneumonia is a trivial matter."

Zhao Jun groped his way to the suitcase next to the bed, and took out a bag of medicine from it and said: "I have ibuprofen, amoxicillin, cephalosporin, acyclovir, try amoxicillin for a few days, if it doesn't work, try acyclovir, mainly I don't know if it's a viral infection or a bacterial infection, if I have pain on my body, use ibuprofen." ”

He stuffed the medicine in his hand to Yan Shu.

As the saying goes, a long illness makes a good doctor.

Zhao Jun used to be fine, but after going to college, he had some messy diseases.

For example, colds, gastritis, pharyngitis, rhinitis, tonsillitis, bronchitis, urinary tract infections, fire, gingivitis, rashes, etc., sometimes the illness is very tormenting.

So he later developed the habit of carrying medicine with him.

Common anti-inflammatory drugs are amoxicillin and cephalosporin, painkillers are ibuprofen, antiviral drugs are acyclovir and antiviral oral liquid, cold medicines are 999 and Gankang, anti-allergies are loratadine, and bezoar detoxification tablets and metronidazole are used for fire and gum inflammation.

There is also a urinary tract infection that I have watched too many films, and I have prepared levofloxacin, and levofloxacin can also be used for acute gastroenteritis. Chronic gastritis is infected with Helicobacter pylori for a period of time, and it was cured by eating stomach quadruple, and there are still a lot of leftovers such as omeprazole, mixed gel, stomach pain granules, etc., which have not been eaten, so they have been left and put in the medicine box.

Basically, if there is any problem caused by his body, he will prepare what medicine, such as a few treasures.

And this time I came to the small mountain village, knowing that it was not easy to go down the mountain to buy medicine in the deep mountains and old forests, so Zhao Jun simply prepared a large medicine box, a lot of common anti-inflammatory drugs, cold medicines, antiviral drugs and painkillers, and even bandages, alcohol swabs and thermometers.

Therefore, in a sense, unless Zhao Jun has a terminal illness such as cancer, the common cold and inflammation are indeed a trivial matter for him.

Yan Shu looked at the medicine stuffed in his hand, and his mood was both joyful and complicated.

You must know that pneumonia was almost a terminal disease in ancient times, not only pneumonia, but also back sores, diarrhea, tetanus, sepsis, etc., which are difficult to recover.

And now this disease is not worth mentioning in Zhao Jun's mouth, which is enough to see the preciousness of these medicines.

And he actually knew how rare these medicines of the later generations were, before he secretly took a few tablets and sent them to the Imperial Medical Office, none of those world-famous imperial doctors could analyze the ingredients of the medicine and how to make it.

Therefore, unless Zhao Jun knows, these medicines will become unique products in the future, and it will be difficult to replicate them in the future, and the probability of being taken away by the Zhao family's royal family is extremely high.

This means that these medicines will be hard to come by!

If it is left outside, those who are sick but cannot be cured are willing to ask for one even if they are bankrupt.

Now Zhao Jun took such a precious medicine for his wife, which made Yan Shu's heart very moved.

This is a good boy with a delicate mind and a kind heart.

It seems that I, Uncle Yan Tong, am going to owe a great favor to the boy Jun!

Yan Shu walked out of the door with the medicine in his hand, thinking to himself.