After spending a whole afternoon in the auxiliary barracks, Chai Shao watched every first aid measure with great interest and tirelessness. He liked the triangular tying method, and even tried it himself. After tying it, he asked the soldier who was tied like a rice dumpling.
I ran around and jumped, and finally gave him a horizontal knife and asked him to chop it a few times to see if his mummy binding method would fall off. It was good, no problem, it didn't fall off. The soldier liked it more, saying it was warm, no matter how cold it was.
Not afraid of the weather either.
Chai Shao also liked sewing wounds with silk thread. A guy with a foot-long gash on his body was bleeding out. He was about to die soon. An auxiliary soldier with a crooked chest came over and took out his hand.
He took out the needle and thread, and moved the needle and thread on the guy. After sewing the fine hair, he applied medicine and tied it up with cloth strips. The guy who was about to die just now picked up the knife again and continued to chop. Although this section
The situation was just Chai Shao's fantasy, but it still couldn't stop him from stepping forward to make a few gestures. There were no injured people, which was a headache. Immediately, two hundred and five people jumped out and prepared to use the knife to give him a blow, so that the commander could kill him.
addiction.
Reluctantly leaving the school grounds, Sun Simiao took the officers indoors. A large room was filled with water vapor, and there were large tanks filled with hot water. Yun Ye asked people to control the temperature of the water at 40
Judging from the temperature, there were two people soaking in each tank. They were soldiers who had returned from patrolling the city. Although frostbite was common, in Yun Ye's opinion, second-degree frostbite was already very serious. It damaged the dermis and several other injuries.
He was obviously hypothermic, so he could only slowly raise his body temperature with warm water, then wrap himself in a blanket and slowly recover on the heated kang.
Seeing the complicated procedures, a guy immediately said that this method is too troublesome and difficult to use. There is hot water on the battlefield, so I have a good method. It is simple and easy, and the materials are readily available. If you want to cure frostbite, call a quickie.
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You need to ask for advice. They say that experts are among the people. Sun Simiao and Yun Ye immediately came forward to ask for advice. They used full etiquette.
"Last year, there were more than a dozen people with frostbite in my camp. They were about to die and no one was conscious. Fortunately, I remembered an ancient prescription and saved their lives." This man said arrogantly, completely treating himself as a fool.
The magpie was resurrected and Hua Tuo was reincarnated, leaving everyone present in awe.
After promising countless benefits, Yun Ye promised to cook him a delicious meal alone, and then he told him the exclusive secret recipe with an unhappy face, one word, rub, three words, rub it with snow, and the whole body will turn red.
He would survive. If it weren't for the sake of Yunhou Beef Noodles today, he wouldn't have said anything even if he was beaten to death.
After hearing the secret recipe, Yun Ye squatted on the ground holding his head while Sun Simiao trembled all over.
"How many people did you save last time using the secret recipe handed down from your ancestors?" Yun Ye asked, suppressing the chill in his heart.
"Only three of the twelve people were rescued. The rest were injured by the Queen Mother and did not survive. Those three boys are also very lucky. If they meet me, otherwise they will all be ruined. For this, I am celebrating in the camp.
For three days, those little bastards kept me drunk for three days." This bastard seemed to be still immersed in the glory of last year.
"I'll beat you bastard to death!" Sun Simiao finally went berserk and kicked the bastard to the ground. Unexpectedly, Sun's force value was quite high, and the generals who had been fighting all year round were knocked flying by him.
After getting up, Yun Ye didn't care. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to beat him hard, not for anything else, just for the nine lives.
His heart froze, he killed people to the point of being intoxicated. Every one of these evildoers must be beaten to death, otherwise the thousands of lives in Shuofang would not be enough for him to waste.
The other Zhuangwu also looked at each other in confusion. They just told you the secret recipe, and are they going to kill people and silence them? Just as they were about to step forward to stop him, they were pulled away by the old cow with a sad smile on his face. Next to him, Chai Shao's face was livid, and veins were popping up on his forehead.
They were the first to understand that in terms of medical skills, Sun Simiao was the first person in the Tang Dynasty, and in terms of Qiqiao, Yun Ye was the first person in the Tang Dynasty. Now, these two people losing their composure together means that the bastard is not saving people, but him
The motherfucker is killing people.
After beating the person, Lao Sun ignored the messy hair. His long hair covered his face like an evil ghost. He shouted loudly to the generals with red eyes: "Which one of you still has this kind of secret recipe for killing? Hand it over and return it."
Anyone?"
His voice was long and powerful, and a famous doctor from a generation actually had the temperament of a gangster boss.
They are all veteran killers on the battlefield. They know the principle of retreating when the enemy advances, so they all retreated to avoid Lao Sun's fierceness.
"Generals, medicine is a rigorous subject. For the sake of medicine, we at Yushan Academy have racked our brains and collected all kinds of secret recipes from all over the world. However, most of them are of no use at all. For example, using snow to bruise a frostbitten body,
Not only does it have no effect at all, it will also aggravate the condition. If everyone knows this truth, there will be no good intentions. Only three of the twelve sergeants survived. This is the most painful lesson. If you soak it in warm water, then
Wrap him tightly in blankets and let him sleep in a warm place. Twelve people will survive. Please don't use unproven treatment methods lightly, as it can kill people."
"Are you telling the truth?" the guy who was beaten didn't look like a human being or a ghost asked.
"It's absolutely true. You did something bad with good intentions. If you didn't rub the twelve soldiers with snow, but just bruised their bodies with your hands in a warm place, I guarantee that ten of your twelve soldiers would survive. If you are wrong,
, come and beat me up, I will never fight back." Yun Ye originally wanted to say that if he was wrong, come and beat me up. But when he thought of the IQ of these guys, he changed his mind temporarily, in case there are two hundred and fifty people who use new methods to kill people.
Come to the rescue and bring a knife to kill someone. Do you want to hide or not?
Ever since he met a person like Xitong, Yun Ye would not be able to express his feelings even to death. He learned a lot from his mistakes and learned from the ancients.
"Daozhang Sun, Marquis Yun, it seems that this common sense must be popularized in the army. Otherwise, the soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died in the hands of their own people. It would be too unfair. I leave this matter to you two." Chai Shao felt helpless.
, I'm a little lucky, it looks very complicated anyway.
The beaten officer lay on the ground shouting his brother's name and crying loudly, punching the ground that was as frozen as iron. Yun Ye couldn't help but wanted to help him up, but was stopped by the officer next to him.
He stopped him and told Yun Ye in a low voice that his brother was among the nine people who died.
After hearing the whole story, Yun Ye was speechless.
Yun Ye's calligraphy is very slow and ugly, and he has been despised by Li Er's family for a day or two. Ever since Li Er commented that Yun Ye's calligraphy was "Snow Mud Hongzhao", he vowed never to write with a calligraphy brush again.
Wow, it’s so hurtful. You insist that the words I wrote seriously are the paw prints left by pheasants on the snow. You don’t read so much useful content. Why are you looking at my handwriting? I’ve been scratching my head for the rest of my life.
You don’t have as much time as you can spend in a month. If you have the ability to compete with me on the keyboard!
Lao Sun didn't have time. He wanted to teach the auxiliary soldiers to practice battlefield rescue. Yun Ye set up a lot of big signboards with nothing on them. He grabbed the brush and just wrote a word. Lao Zhuang covered his face and ran out, feeling embarrassed.
What an embarrassment, I wrote all the notices in the company in later generations, and fans gathered around to read them, saying it was well written, what is the taste of Lao and Zhuang, if you don’t understand, don’t read it.
I was writing vigorously when I suddenly heard the sound of grinding teeth behind me. Looking back, it turned out to be Xu Jingzong. His fat face was licked into an asshole, he was sucking cold air in his mouth, and he was biting his back molars as if he had trouble defecating.
. He was still holding a few books in his hands, and it seemed that he had questions to ask Yun Ye.
"Mr. Hou, what are you doing? Are you interested in writing big characters? This character is written with unique characteristics, which is comparable to the magnanimity of the Marquis." It was rare to catch Yun Ye's shortcomings, so naturally he had to tease him and get along with him.
After such a long time, as a member of the human elite, I have already seen clearly that Yun Ye, who seems to be open-minded but is actually petty-minded, is not a good person.
, can't bear hardships, can't stand tired, and most importantly can't bear anger. In addition to the Supreme Emperor, the Emperor, the Queen, and a few old marshals can make him bow his head. In his opinion, this is a rare honor, and this kid is still full of smiles.
He was reluctant to do so. Yesterday's military newspaper said that his Majesty had forty-six knights demoted. From the beginning to the end, he did not find any good news that the Marquis of Lantian was demoted to the rank of Uncle Lantian. Although he was a little disappointed, he had to ask a few questions about knowledge.
I came here to ask for advice from the Marquis. He stayed up all night last night and struggled all night. He finally understood the simple introductory knowledge, but was stumped by those weird formulas. He was itchy and unbearable, so he gave up.
Feeling resentful in my heart, I came to ask for advice. But I didn't want to see Wu Ye Kuang Niu provide Yun Ye with words like a dog crawling, and I felt very happy.
"Old Xu, why did I forget you? Writing is your strong point. Come and see how to write these cards." If you can catch coolies, you must catch them. No matter who they are, as long as they are useful,
This is what Yun Ye has always advocated. Later Taizong's famous saying must be put into practice and leave things to professionals. Who said that?
After taking the writing brush, Xu Jingzong tore off the extremely ugly words written by Yun Ye, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them away from a distance. Only then did he feel better. It was as if he had swallowed a fly just now.
A line of vigorous and powerful characters appeared on Yun Ye's playing card. The black and white were clear and looked very comfortable. Xu Jingzong squinted at Yun Ye with a disdainful glance and continued to write on the playing card according to the booklet in his hand.
"Old Xu, I have no hope of catching up with your calligraphy in this life. It's so enviable!" Yun Ye kept praising him from behind. Xu Jingzong became more energetic, writing dragons and phoenixes, and the calligraphy became more and more beautiful. His back view
He is also becoming more and more free and unrestrained.
"Lao Xu, go ahead and finish writing these twenty cards. I'll go in and lie down for a while. I didn't sleep well last night." Yun Ye muttered and went back to the house to sleep, leaving only the lonely
Xu Jingzong standing in the cold wind writing.
His hands were frozen, the sign was too big, and he couldn't enter the house. There was a trace of clear mucus dripping from his nose. The anger in Xu Jingzong's heart was like a volcano about to erupt. What does these damn medical notices have to do with me? His writing is ugly.
Just make him look bad, it will embarrass him and his people, what does it matter to me?
Oops, no, the stroke just now was not written well, my hand was frozen. This stroke was too long, and the whole word lost its charm. No, I have to rewrite it. Now, it is not his person who is lost, but his character.
My, how can there be flaws in my, Xu Jingzong’s handwriting?
It was getting late, and the old servant of the Xu family kept looking outside. Why hasn't his master come back for dinner? (To be continued)
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