Chapter 43: Who hurt my son

Two prescriptions, plus a note, were placed in front of Liu Zhao.
Liu Zhao only glanced at the prescription.
His gaze is always on the matters needing attention.
Note one: Put the gauze wrapping the wound into boiling water for a cup of tea, and dry it for use.
Note 2: The knife for cleaning the wound, put it in boiling water for a cup of tea. Before use, clean it again with a burning knife.
Note three: When handling the wound, first clean the wound with a burning knife and make sure to clean it.
Note 4: Whether it is treating wounds or applying medicine, the hands of the handler must be cleaned.
The door opened from the outside.
At this moment, it is already wee hours.
Zhao San walked in with a cold dew.
There was a dog with injured legs at the door, lying on the ground. The native dog's legs were wrapped in gauze, and he had obviously received treatment.
Zhao San bowed and said, "Master Qi Ji, I have tried the prescription. There is no problem with the prescription, and the medicine is very effective."
Liu Zhao looked at the dog at the door, then nodded, "You come and heal me."
Liu Zhao could not use the prescription Gu Jiu prescribed without reservation.
As a grandson, it is his nature to be suspicious.
I have been taught since I was a child not to eat foods given by outsiders and not to use medicinal materials given by outsiders.
If he were not suspicious, he would not live today.
Zhao San cleaned his hands and knives according to the precautions.
Liu Zhao removed his clothes, revealing the wound.
The wound becomes inflamed and purulent, and pus and carrion must be removed.
Zhao San hesitated, "My son, there will be some pain."
Liu Zhao's face was calm, "It's okay."
Zhao San gritted his teeth, took out the burning knife, poured it on the wound, and began to clean the wound.
The muscles around the wound, completely out of the master's control, twitched vigorously.
Liu Zhao's hands firmly grasped the arm of the chair. But his face was always expressionless, he didn't even hum.
After the wound was cleaned, Liu Zhao was fine, but Zhao San was in a cold sweat.
Zhao San secretly wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Next, give the son medicine."
Liu Zhao nodded.
The wound medicine prepared with Gu Jiu's prescription has a light fragrance.
The ointment was dark brown, applied little by little to the wound, and finally covered the entire wound.
Liu Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as the ointment touches the wound, there is a refreshing feeling, and even the pain is reduced.
Zhao San asked cautiously: "How does the son feel?"
Liu Zhao said indifferently, "Very good!"
Zhao San laughed, "Girl Gu really has two brushes.
Liu Zhao nodded, "I am young, and I must have no experience in practicing medicine, but the medical skills are good. My son is very curious, where did she learn her medical skills?"
Zhao San wrapped the wound with gauze, and said: "Subordinates have inquired that Girl Gu has been sick since childhood. They all said that she was cured for a long time. Maybe she learned medicine after a long time."
Liu Zhao smiled faintly, "Miss Gu's condition belongs to internal medicine. My son doesn't know that people who have been in bed for a long time and take medicine can also treat trauma."
Zhao San looked up at Liu Zhao, "My son, do you want to send someone to investigate?"
Liu Zhao was silent for a moment, and finally said: "No need. Keep a distance from each other in the future, don't go too much. I think the other side thinks the same."
After speaking, he picked up the notes on the table, folded it, and put it next to his body.
"These four precautions, although the specific principles are unknown, they must be critical to the treatment of trauma. If they can be extended to the military in the future, I hope they can save the lives of many seriously wounded soldiers."
"The son said yes."
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Master Xie Er got up early in the morning, his eyelids jumped vigorously.
At breakfast, he asked, "Is the young master back?"
"Enjoy the master, the master has not returned yet."
Master Xie Er nodded, it seemed that the matter had already been done.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.
If things are done, I will go to the Provincial Governor to propose marriage tomorrow.
I really want to see what look on Gu Zhi's respectful adult.
Haha...
Thinking of that scene, Master Xie Er couldn't help laughing smugly.
At first, Master Gu drove him out regardless of the affection of his relatives, then he had to be invited back politely.
"Master, it's not good!"
The porter hurried over.
"What are you doing in a panic?" Master Xie Er pulled his expression and looked at the visitor with dissatisfaction.
The porter was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva, and said, "Young, master is back."
"The young master is back when he comes back, why do you make this expression. Wait, you said the young master is back? Why is it so early?"
Master Xie Er had some doubts.
He understands that his son is a master who can't bear hardship, and it is impossible for him to travel overnight and come back so early.
The concierge was anxious, "Master, go and take a look, the master is injured and covered in blood."
"what?"
Master Xie Er stood up abruptly from the chair, and the tea bowl placed beside him swayed and fell directly to the ground.
Regardless of these minor details, Master Xie Er hurried to the concierge.
"Shiro!"
Master Xie Er stood three steps away from Xie Xian and shouted, his heart trembling.
His son, his precious son, was covered in blood, lying on the door panel, barely human.
Master Xie Er yelled "Ah", rushed over and threw himself on the door, "Shiro, who hurt you?"
Xie Xian's qi was weak and weak, his eyelids moved, his lips opened and closed, and he was still speechless.
The housekeeper persuaded: "Master, the young master is seriously injured, so he should ask the doctor for treatment immediately."
"Quickly, ask the doctor to come. Quickly carry the young master into the room."
"Yes!"
Several concierge servants carried Xie Xian back to the room.
Master Xie Er suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground as soon as his body became soft.
"Master, are you all right."
The housekeeper and the young man have quick eyes and quick hands, and hold on to Master Xie Er together.
Master Xie Er rubbed his head and asked with a terrifying expression: "What's the matter? How could Shiro hurt so badly?"
The butler hurriedly said: "Someone knocked on the door, and the concierge opened the door and saw the young master lying on the ground covered in blood."
Master Xie Er gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you see who knocked on the door?"
The housekeeper shook his head, "I didn't see it."
"Ahhhhh..."
Master Xie Er let out roars with terrible expression.
"It must be Gu Jiu, it must be. Shiro went to Tianmen Temple yesterday and must have been injured at Tianmen Temple. Where is the young man? Where did the young man next to Shiro go?"
The butler was frightened by the madness in the eyes of Master Xie Er, "No, I don't know. I haven't seen any of them."
Master Xie Er was a little confused, "I haven't seen any of them?"
The butler nodded again and again, "Exactly! The young man with the young master is gone."
Master Xie Er's face turned pale, and he had a bad feeling for a moment.
"what happened?"
It's impossible to be killed.
Master Xie Er gritted his teeth, "Prepare the car, I want to go to Tianmen Temple myself."
"Master, the great master has written."
A young man ran away in a hurry, whispering to report.
Master Xie's footsteps stopped, and a letter from Master Xie calmed him down from his anger.
He gritted his teeth and said: "The butler, send someone to stare at Tianmen Temple, and the Cishi Mansion. If you have any situation, report it in time. In addition, he sent someone to notify his aunt and tell her that the plan failed and Xie Xian was seriously injured."
"Yes! The younger one will arrange it."