Chapter 393 The name of the shadow man of the tree
There is a man lying on the bed. He is not as strong as the Huns standing next to him. This man is very slender and slender. Generally speaking, Huns are stout, short and fat, with bow legs and a square and big face.
, with a mustache, a big mouth, a big nose, big hands, and big feet. The man on the couch has a slender figure, fair skin, especially his nose, which is raised high, and he has some Western ancestry.
Su Ren was in a trance, and the Huns beside him did not dare to speak. They could only stare at Su Ren with wide eyes, thinking that Su Ren was diagnosing a disease. He had not seen a Han Chinese since entering the inn. This was abnormal. If it weren't for these
The Huns took over the entire inn, which was originally a contact point for the Huns in Luoyang. There were fifteen or six Huns coming in and out of the courtyard, and they were all tall and tall. It was obvious that the young man on the bed was a young man.
Unusual.
He took a deep breath, gently pulled up the quilt, and exposed the young man's arm. It was simply bandaged, but the smell came from here. The bandage was dirty, and the weather was getting hotter, and there were maggots crawling on it.
He tried his best to hold back his nausea and frowned: "Untie it! Get a basin of water!"
Someone immediately went to do it. As the bandages were untied, the wounds were exposed, which can only be described as horrific. This and that arm were swollen and were thicker than the thighs. A little above the elbow, they suddenly became thinner. Carrion and eating
The maggots of rotten flesh have crawled all over the arm and are constantly squirming at the wound. Occasionally, white bones can be seen.
Chun Yuyi shook his head: "The carrion has grown, it's really..." Seeing Su Ren turning to look at him, the old man quickly shut up. However, several apprentices behind him nodded repeatedly, feeling that what the teacher said was correct.
In such a situation, Su Ren could no longer do anything. He looked around and saw that only Huang Shisan was still standing loyally behind him. With a wink, he called Huang Shisan in front of him and pointed at the man's arm.
: "Wash it with water and get rid of all the maggots."
"Absolutely not!" Chunyu Yi quickly stopped: "Maggots feed on carrion. If you take away the maggots, carrion will grow faster. I'm afraid this person is not far from death."
Su Ren was very angry at the old man's words. He originally thought that these maggots grew on his own due to poor hygiene, but it turned out that they were deliberately put there by quack doctors. Although maggots eat carrion, they also continue to breed bacteria. Put the maggots on
The wound, this is the real way to die.
Su Ren ignored Chunyu Yi, but said to the Huns beside him: "Since the old gentleman feels something is wrong, then just wait until death. Do you want to listen to him or me?"
The Huns had no idea. Chunyu Yi blushed, shook his head and stopped talking.
Huang Shisan was a good helper. He first used a bamboo skewer to remove the maggots one by one, and then carefully cleaned the wound with water. Maybe it was not done well at that time. At the end of the day, the young man lying on the hospital bed
The man frowned and snorted. Several excited Huns hurriedly gathered around, with tears in their eyes.
After taking a closer look, Su Ren estimated that this man's injury had been injured for a long time. Otherwise, the sword wound would not have rotted to this extent. The entire forearm was almost black. If a few days later, etc.
All the flesh was rotten, so the only option was amputation. Fortunately, it was a sword wound, and the wound was just a thin gap, with the flesh on both sides still adhering.
"Is the sword poisonous?"
The Huns nodded quickly: "The poison is not very powerful, but it was discovered too late."
"That's right. Okay, all the unimportant people should go out. Just leave three or two around. This meat is already rotten. All the rotten meat must be cut off. This is called putting it to death.
Afterlife."
Su Ren's judgment just now was completely consistent with the actual situation. This made the Huns believe in Su Ren and immediately started to drive them away. Only the most loyal people were left behind. After saying hello, Su Ren asked someone to bring it to the kitchen.
The meat-cutting knife was carefully polished and sharp, and it was used to cook and roast the meat. I felt that there was no problem with it, so I weighed it in my hand and looked at the man's arm.
Chunyu Yi didn't leave, just waiting to see how Su Ren would deal with it. When Su Ren came in with a knife, the old man was startled: "You want to break your arm too?"
"Cutting the meat, I just said, we have to cut off the rotten meat!" Su Ren suddenly remembered and said to the old man: "Mr. Chunyu, please prepare a large amount of hemostatic medicine, there will be a lot of it when the time comes."
Chun Yuyi sneered: "Do you think of Lao Chan now? Don't worry, Lao Chan has plenty of hemostatic medicine."
Just do it, let the Huns hold the man tightly, and Su Ren started to use the knife. The knife was very sharp, and when the knife went down, the person on the bed screamed. Several Huns were about to let go, and Su Ren shouted:
"Hold on! If you don't want your master to die, just wait until I finish."
He screamed repeatedly, and the knife cut into the flesh. Su Ren cut the flesh very hard. Not only did he cut off the carrion, but he did not stop until the cut flesh oozed red blood. He didn't know how human blood vessels are distributed, nor where they are.
It's nerves. Su Ren can do whatever he wants. As long as he doesn't die in front of him, he will have something to say.
After finally removing the rotten flesh bit by bit, Su Ren wiped the sweat from his head: "Bring the wine! The stronger the better!"
The Huns thought that Su Ren, like them, had the habit of drinking after work, so they hurriedly handed over the good kumiss they brought. Su Ren only looked at it, then waved his hand and winked at Huang Shisan.
As soon as Thirteen walked to the door, Shi Bao came in with the wine stall in his arms. The wine stall opened, and the aroma of wine filled the room. In order to show his generosity, Su Ren opened his mouth and took a sip, which made his throat burn.
In full view of everyone, half a jar of strong liquor was poured into the man's still bleeding wound. An earth-shattering scream could be heard almost throughout Luoyang City. Beads of sweat flowed down from the man's head, covering his body.
His bedding got wet, his head turned, and he fainted.
Watching the mixture of liquor and blood flowing down the side of the couch to the ground, it soon became a large puddle. Su Ren picked up the needle and thread again and sutured the wound. This hand surprised everyone again. They had never seen anything like this before.
Healing injuries. Even Chun Yuyi was surprised.
After everything was packed up, Su Ren said: "Mr. Chunyu, it's your turn!"
Chunyu Yi swallowed, nodded, took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box on the side, poured the powder inside onto the man's wound with trembling hands. The pungent smell disgusted Su Ren, and the large amount of sulfur and
Quicklime is the main ingredient of hemostatic medicine. This is not Pine Forest Town, and the patient is not Li Danghu, so just use it. Not to mention, the old man's hemostatic medicine is somewhat miraculous, and the bleeding stopped quickly.
After Chun Yuyi stopped the bleeding, Su Ren found a piece of silk that had been boiled and dried and began to bandage it. The skills of surviving in the wild came in handy. While doing this, he explained the essentials to the Huns beside him: "The technique must be gentle.
It should neither be too tight nor too loose. If it is too tight, blood will not flow. If it is loose, it will fall off easily. Just be able to tie it just right. Remember, change the dressing every day and don’t let the wound fester. This jar of strong liquor is given to you. Change it every day.
Clean the wound with strong alcohol before applying the medicine."
The Huns nodded repeatedly and followed Su Ren's words as if they were imperial edicts. After everything was done, Su Ren took a long breath, stretched his waist, looked at the pale face of the young man on the bed, and shook his head slightly: "We'll see if it gets better.
His fortune is good. While Mr. Chunyu is here, let him prescribe a prescription for promoting blood and nourishing qi. Take it on time and make up for the lost blood, and then there should be no problem."
Chun Yuyi didn't wait for Su Ren to finish, and reached out to grab the patient's wrist. He closed his eyes, stroked his beard, and felt the patient's weak pulse. It took him a long time to open his eyes: "The pulse is stable. As long as you survive tonight, there should be no problem."
Already."
"Oh, there is one more thing!" As soon as Su Ren spoke, the Huns quickly pricked up their ears: "Send someone to wait for twelve hours tonight. If the patient is found to have a fever, he will moisten a towel with ice water and help wipe it.
If everything is fine with your body, you don't need it."
The leader of the Huns nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, sir, I have taken note of it! If you don't mind, sir, please stay overnight until my master wakes up tomorrow, and I will pay you heavily."
"What are you thinking about? How can my eldest brother stay in a place like yours?" Hawking appeared out of nowhere: "Do you know who my eldest brother is? Not to mention such a minor injury, even a punctured intestines and stomach can be damaged.
Save it for you."
The Huns were dumbfounded in surprise. Chun Yuyi came over, looked Su Ren up and down, and then saluted: "May I ask if this young gentleman is Mr. Su Rensu from Shu County?"
Su Ren smiled: "That's right!"
"Oops! It turns out it's Mr. Su. He's old and clumsy, and he's a master of his own craft!" Chun Yuyi swept the floor with his bow, which made Su Ren feel uncomfortable and quickly stepped aside. Chun Yuyi said in surprise: "No wonder Mr. Su is so smart. I heard that Mr. Su is in Shu."
I wanted to ask for advice on the county's superb medical skills, but I didn't expect to meet you here. It seems that I am very lucky."
The Huns were completely convinced. Since Chunyu Yidu admired him so much, this young man was naturally clever. The leading Huns hurriedly knelt down and hugged Su Ren's feet: "I would like to thank Mr. Su on behalf of my master for saving his life."
Well, my master will recover from his injury one day and he will come to pay his respects."
Wei Qing was very happy and looked at a group of people thanking Su Ren with a smile. Ying Guangji frowned and shook his head slightly. Su Ren was an official of the Han Dynasty, doing his own business, and was entangled with him, a remnant of the pre-Qin Dynasty.
Now I have rescued another Huns. What is this guy going to do? I don't see that he has a compassionate mind. He is never ambiguous when killing people. What tricks are used for destructive purposes? Is Su Ren mentally schizophrenic?
Of course, Ying Guangji didn't know the word schizophrenia, he just thought Su Ren was strange. The Huns became more polite and respected the Han people around them. No matter where they went, the Huns would bow their heads and bow in salute, humbly.
It left people speechless. The food and wine were ready, and the singing girls had been invited. The banquet was in full swing, and there was no worry about what would happen if the guy lying on the couch died.
After half-drinking, Chun Yuyi picked up the wine glass and came to Su Ren's side with a smile: "If Mr. Su doesn't give up, can I go with you?" (To be continued)