When Qi Yue came to Qianjin Hall, Liu Pucheng was not there, and neither was Hu San.
"Master went to meet friends," Zhang Tong said.
Qi Yue said.
"Hu San went too?" she asked.
"Hu San's cobbler's shop in the south of the city does almost what you mentioned, Madam Qi." Zhang Tong said with a smile.
"It's pretty fast." Qi Yue said in surprise, asking questions about his reading, "I can just ask you."
Zhang Tongcheng explained to her one by one in fear. As he was talking, a disciple from outside ran in shouting loudly.
"Senior brother, severe trauma."
Liu Pucheng leads a group of disciples very well, and each one performs his or her own duties. The brothers and sisters in the front hall can handle ordinary illnesses, but for severe cases, Liu Pucheng still needs to take action. This is also the request of the patient's family, and he usually comes here.
Yes, it's still all about Liu Pucheng's name.
Liu Pucheng was not here, and the eldest disciple Zhang Tong was the eldest.
Qi Yue followed Zhang Tong out, and the waiting area in the front hall was already in chaos.
Several men and women gathered around a burly man in his forties who was lying on the door panel, crying and talking. The burly man was bleeding all over the door panel. The thick winter pants on his legs were torn with a big hole, exposing his flesh and blood.
Vague.
"Got by a wild boar..."
Seeing Zhang Tong approaching, the others quickly got out of the way.
"Doctor Liu..." A man rushed over and pulled Zhang Tong to kowtow, "Hurry and save my brother."
Zhang Tong supported him.
"Don't worry, let me see, my master is not here." He replied.
These people were stunned for a moment, and then when they heard the people around them calling the person their senior brother, they knew they had recognized the wrong person.
"You, aren't you Dr. Liu?" they asked.
"My master has gone out." Zhang Tong replied.
The handyman on the side brought the salt water and shochu basins that had been prepared. Zhang Tong washed them in order before going to check the wounds of the injured.
The concept of disinfection has been accepted by Qianjintang. Qi Yue, who had been watching, nodded, but it was still not enough. She frowned. It would be better if she had gloves.
Can you get the gloves out...?
When she was distracted, the crying became louder and louder.
Such a big, deep wound….
"Ms. Qi... this needs stitching..." Zhang Tong looked up at Qi Yue and said.
Before Qi Yue could say anything, the injured man's family members all looked over, looking shocked.
They came because of Liu Pucheng's name, and Liu Pucheng's absence already made them feel uneasy. Then they saw that this guy who claimed to be his apprentice looked at the wounds for a long time and refused to treat them. Instead, he raised his head to ask a woman...
"Let me do it, you guys watch carefully." Qi Yue said, suturing wounds is not something that can be done just by knowing it, it requires practice. As Qian Jin Tang specializes in treating bruises and bruises, she had better teach them.
As she spoke, she ordered some more salt water and liquor to be prepared.
"I'll do the debridement first, Aru, please go back and get my things," she said.
Aru responded and ran outside.
"It's just a thread..." She thought of something and said, "It was all used up last time..."
"My master still has it here." Zhang Tong said hurriedly.
Qi Yue also remembered the thread Liu Pucheng brought when he saw it last time. Although she didn't know what it was made of, it was definitely used for suturing.
"Boiled in salt water," she said.
Zhang Tong immediately went there in person.
Qi Yue rolled up her sleeves and washed her hands. Before she could reach the injured person, she was stopped by someone.
"What are you going to do, woman?" the two men looked at her warily and shouted.
"I'll treat his injuries," Qi Yue said.
Her sterilized hands were habitually raised in front of her, which attracted even more surprised looks from these people.
"Where can a woman be a doctor..."
"Only midwives..."
"Look at how weird this woman is..."
The family members talked in low voices and looked at Qi Yue more warily.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm a doctor too." Qi Yue explained hurriedly, and then realized that they didn't trust him, a stranger.
This is understandable. Many patients in modern hospitals come directly to see the doctor by name.
"If you don't believe me, ask them." Qi Yue pointed at everyone and said.
The assistants and disciples of Qianjin Hall immediately nodded in confusion.
"Yes, this is Mrs. Qi..."
"..But where is the powerful Mrs. Qi..."
The family members still looked doubtful.
"Ms. Qi, you can perform a caesarean section to heal your wounds..." A disciple squeezed over and shouted excitedly.
It's okay if he didn't say this, but the family members were shocked when he said it.
"Sister-in-law, I think everyone here is crazy." A man whispered to the woman sitting next to the injured person.
The woman also nodded, wiped her tears, and looked at Qi Yue.
"How can such a young lady become a doctor? It's too unreliable..." she muttered, while greeting everyone, "Anyway, Doctor Liu is not here, let's go to another house..."
Following her words, the family members immediately lifted the injured person and walked outside.
"Hey, hey, I can really cure it." Qi Yue was a little dumbfounded and hurriedly tried to persuade her, "Don't look at people, look at skills, give it a try."
"Bah." A younger woman turned around with red eyes and spat, "Try it? This is our life, nothing else. Give it a try, you say it lightly..."
Qi Yue apologized hurriedly, and the group of people quickened their pace and hurried out.
Qi Yue sighed, looking disappointed.
"It's coming, it's cooked." Zhang Tong ran out holding a box of steaming thread and shouted excitedly.
Before he finished speaking, he looked at the empty waiting area and was stunned.
"Where are the people?" he asked.
"I...won't let Mrs. Qi take care of me..." a disciple said sarcastically.
Zhang Tong couldn't help but feel angry.
"This... this is really..." He stammered and didn't know what to say.
Qi Yue turned around and spread her hands.
"Okay, it doesn't matter whether you want to be treated or not. It's up to the patient to choose. No matter who he looks for, as long as he can be cured, that's fine." She smiled, looking at the disciples in the hall, and a thought flashed across her mind, "Here I am.
Let me teach you how to suture."
These people are the ones who often come into contact with doctors and are familiar to those seeking medical treatment. This way, more trust and more opportunities can reduce the pain of the injured.
Hearing what Qi Yue said, everyone in the hall was stunned.
Even the handymen who were picking medicine were stunned, and there was silence in the huge Qianjin Hall.
"What's wrong?" Qi Yue was startled and looked at everyone in confusion and asked.
"Ms. Qi, do you want to teach us the art of suturing?" a disciple asked boldly.
"Yes, what's wrong?" she asked, smiling again, "Don't be afraid, this is actually very simple, you just need to practice more, it's not difficult, it's much easier than learning Chinese medicine..."
As soon as her words fell, everyone was convinced that they heard correctly, and there was a roar of excitement.
"Thank you, Mrs. Qi..."
"No, I have to call Master..."
When Hu San walked into the Qianjin Hall with the box in his arms, he heard everyone calling for Master, and then he saw the woman standing in the direction where everyone was saluting.
"Don't scream!" Hu San was startled, jumped over three times, stretched out his hand to block Qi Yue, and glared like a little beast guarding his food, "This is my master! Don't scream!"
Qi Yue laughed heartily, and her heart felt warm.
"You guys prepare some leather." Qi Yue introduced to everyone the things that need to be prepared, "Then everyone prepares some needles... needles... Hu San..."
Hu San, who was sitting behind the crowd with a sullen face and a bit of anger, responded loudly when he heard the call, and stood up with a shy belly.
"Take these needles of mine." Qi Yue took out several suture needles with different functions from the medical bag that Aru had already taken. "Find a place, make them, and then each person will have one."
These appliances... Hu San couldn't help but be so nervous and excited that he couldn't breathe.
He picked it up with trembling hands.
"Master..." he murmured, unable to say anything.
"Oh, this is money." Qi Yue said again, reaching out to ask for the money bag from Aru and stuffing it into Hu San.
"Master, Master, I don't dare..."
"Master, we pay for it ourselves..."
Everyone shouted in confusion, and someone took out money from his body and handed it over.
"Keep your money to support your family." Qi Yue said with a smile, "Besides, it's not my money. I won't spend it until it's in vain..."
Her last words were lowered so that only Aru heard them.
Aru was stunned for a moment. It was because of this that she always seemed so carefree and indifferent. To her, everything in the Hou Mansion was... indifferent.
"Master." Some of the younger disciples choked up, "The skills you taught us are enough to support our families for a lifetime."
After Qi Yue left, the disciples from Qianjin Hall immediately surrounded Hu San.
"Everyone, back off, back off, stay away." Hu San tightly held the needle in front of his chest, not afraid of being pricked, and made a stop gesture with one hand to everyone, "If it breaks, your needle will be broken."
I can’t even afford to pay for my life..."
Everyone hurriedly moved away.
"Hu San, let's take a look..." someone said with a smile.
"You can't even look at it." Hu Sanla said with a long tone and glared. He simply tucked the stitches in his arms and then thought of something as he glanced at the crowd, "I have something to say..."
Everyone looked at him with a bit of excitement, wondering if this kid had anything important to explain.
"Although we all call you Master, I am Senior Brother, and you all should call me Senior Brother." Hu San shouted loudly.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
This kid is actually thinking about this...
"Should I call you senior brother too?" Zhang Tong asked with a hum and looking at him with his hands behind his hands.
Hu San immediately smiled at him.
"Don't dare, don't dare, you are my senior brother..." He smiled.
"And me?"
"Hu San, do you dare to ask me to call you senior brother..."
"That's right, why do you kid..."
"Rearrange, rearrange..."
There was a lot of laughter in the Qianjin Hall, but Zhang Tong, the senior brother who always pays attention to order, did not stop the junior brothers, but looked on with a smile.
When Chang Yuncheng walked in, he saw the lights on in the room and the figure of a woman cast on the window lattice.
But now he no longer thinks that this woman is still awake because she is waiting for her husband to return.
"Your Majesty."
The maids saluted in unison, opened the curtain, and Qiuxiang followed and took his cloak.
The heating in the room was blowing, but everything else was the same as before. There was no incense like that found in places with women.
Chang Yuncheng walked straight into his bedroom.
"You're back." Qi Yue's voice sounded from behind.
Chang Yuncheng paused, waved Qiuxiang away without saying anything, and closed the bedroom door.*** (To be continued)
