Because Qianjin Hall mostly treats external injuries, it is often filled with the smell of blood, but at this time, in addition to the smell of blood, there is also a putrid smell in Qianjin Hall.
Liu Pucheng carefully examined the wound with a heavy expression.
"Master, this cannot be cured..." Zhang Tong said in a low voice.
As soon as these words came out, the family members panicked, and one woman even wailed and knelt on the ground and rolled her eyes.
"Hey, doctor, you said no before I even got treatment." Someone outside the door said in a weird voice.
The disciples of Qianjin Hall looked over and saw that some people watching the excitement had gathered around the door. The person speaking among them was a man in his twenties.
"Wu Shan, is your Huichun Hall closed?" Hu Sanchong glared at the man and asked.
Wu Shan was immediately furious when he asked this question. Who would be willing to open his mouth and be cursed?
"Bah, your Qianjin Hall just closed its doors," he said.
"Then what are you doing here with us?" Hu San said with a snort.
"Okay." Zhang Tong shouted to stop him, glanced at Wu Shan and ignored him.
The family members here were crying and begging.
"I came here a few days ago and you weren't here, doctor..."
Liu Pucheng said oh.
"Ms. Qi was there that day..." Hu San hummed again.
"Ms. Qi is here?" Liu Pucheng looked at him hurriedly, a little surprised, "It would be great if she was here, why didn't she let her treat it?"
Hu San snorted and raised his chin at the family members here.
Although he was not there that day, the other disciples naturally told him, and this behavior of looking down on his master was naturally firmly remembered in his heart.
"They don't like my master. My master is ready. They took the people and hired another doctor." He looked at those people and said loudly, "Why are you back again? The doctor didn't cure you.
ah?"
The family members were said to be confused.
Liu Pucheng sighed softly.
"The wound was originally more than that. If the wound had been cut off a few days ago..." he said.
"Doctor, doctor, please, our eldest brother has had a hard life. His father and mother passed away early. It was the eldest brother who was both father and mother, who brought us up. It was easy for us to let him enjoy the blessings, but now
..." The three men knelt down and kowtowed to Liu Pucheng.
"Okay, okay, get up quickly, I'll try my best." Liu Pucheng hurriedly helped him and said, looking at Zhang Tong, "According to the preparations Madam Qi said, I will debridement and remove the rotten flesh on him."
"But Master, I'm afraid it won't work either." Zhang Tong pulled him aside with a bit of worry and whispered, "This person has internal fire poison, the heat is filled with flesh and rot, and the evil poison has attacked the internal organs..."
The evil poison attacks the internal organs, which is an incurable disease.
Of course Liu Pucheng also knew.
"However, there is no way to watch people die." He said, "Ms. Qi once said that this is a traumatic infection... infection... it requires anti-inflammatory and anti-toxic... let's try again..."
Zhang Tong held his hand.
"Master," he said anxiously, "if we don't treat him now, it is destiny that he will die, but if we treat him, if he dies, it will be a man-made disaster... Master, these people are the hunters of Maoshan in the east of the city... These people... the last
It’s rude and rude…what if…”
Liu Pucheng clapped his hand.
"You and I, doctors, treat illnesses when we see them, and save people when they are in danger. Don't think too much about anything else." He said, "People's hearts are fair, and you can just feel at ease."
Zhang Tong knew his master's temper, so he nodded, stopped persuading, and immediately started busy with his disciples.
Treat it, cure it, Wu Shan put his head and feet to look inside.
Hu San walked in front of him and blocked him.
"What are you doing?" Wu Shan glared.
"What are you doing?" Hu San glared, "You want to become a disciple, come in and kowtow."
Wu Shan sighed.
"I am a disciple?" he said, "I am blind."
Hu San was not annoyed either and just said "Oh."
"So you want to steal the teacher?" he said.
This is not as good as becoming a disciple. Wu Shan sighed again. Doctors all pay attention to unique skills in treating diseases. Naturally, they will not be easily looked down upon by their peers. Wu Shan naturally knows this.
"What's the point of stealing your poor skills?" He said with a snort, turned around and left with a puff of sleeves.
Hu San snapped at his back and hurriedly came over to help.
Liu Pucheng finished disinfecting, and Zhang Tong also disinfected the injured and spread surgical towels.
The family members felt more relieved when they saw this unprecedented formation, which shows that this is Dr. Liu's unique secret skill.
Clean the wound, cut off the rotten skin and flesh with a knife, wash it again with the boiled Chinese medicine soup, and apply a saprophytic and muscle-generating plaster.
"No need to sew?" Hu San couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
Liu Pucheng shook his head.
"No need to sew now," he replied.
Zhang Tong glared at him. Although he also admired Qi Yue, he was very dissatisfied with Hu San's practice of taking Qi Yue's approach as the standard in current affairs.
After Liu Pucheng treated the wound, he ordered some decoction to be boiled and poured it down with a crane-mouthed pot. After a moment, the injured man's spirit improved a lot, he stopped talking nonsense, and his breathing became stable.
The family members finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Liu Pucheng's expression was not much relaxed.
"Let's do this, the injured will stay with me tonight," he said.
It has always been a habit here for the injured to stay in the medicine shop, and the family members were stunned for a moment.
"You live far away. If your illness recurs and you are delayed on the way back and forth, I can observe your condition here at any time." Liu Pucheng explained to them that he was too busy to be distracted at the time. Later, he recalled how Qi Yue was treating the prefect's son.
, there are many details worthy of his careful study and study, such as what Qi Yue calls the inpatient consultation.
The family members nodded in agreement.
"Master, we don't have room here," Zhang Tong said in a low voice.
"Clean up my room." Liu Pucheng said.
Zhang Tong responded and took the others to clean up.
The big man's wife had no idea and had to look at the brothers-in-law.
"Okay, doctor, you can do whatever you want, as long as it can cure my brother." A brother gritted his teeth and made a decision, saying loudly.
Everyone nodded, and the matter was settled. The injured were placed, because there was no resting place in Qianjin Hall, and Liu Pucheng did not allow his family members to enter that room, so the hunters had to leave two family members waiting outside the door.
The others left uneasily.
Hu San stood at the door and watched these people leave, somehow thinking about what the family member had just said.
Doctor, you can do whatever you say, as long as it can be cured...
What if it can't be cured? This thought flashed through Hu San's mind. The thought flashed across his mind, and he hurriedly shook his head and spat.
How could it not be cured? The master is already very powerful, and with the help of the female master’s method, the disease can be easily cured!
Hu San shook his clothes, raised his chin with a bit of pride, and staggered in.
Qi Yue read quietly all day. It was already very late when Chang Yuncheng came back, and he was a little surprised to see her awake.
When he looked over, Qi Yue also looked over. They looked at each other, neither of them smiled or said anything, and both looked away.
"Aru." Qi Yue shouted.
Aru came in hurriedly from outside. Qi Yue raised his hand to make a gesture to her. Aru understood it, lowered his head and hung the curtain on the next round door.
The candlelight on Qi Yue's side was immediately blocked.
Aru bowed his head to Chang Yuncheng and bowed, saying nothing and then left.
Chang Yuncheng lowered his head and entered the bedroom and closed the door.
A night of silence.
Liu Pucheng went to bed just before dawn, but as soon as he lay down, he was woken up by Zhang Tong.
"Master, it's bad, that person started talking nonsense again..." Zhang Tong said in a trembling voice.
"Oops!" Liu Pucheng turned over and went straight to the temporary ward without even putting on his coat.
Although the family members of the injured person agreed to Liu Pucheng's decision to keep him in the hospital, they were still feeling uneasy. Everyone rushed over early in the morning, only to see the injured person who was even more severely injured than yesterday.
"Doctor, what's going on? Didn't you agree?" Men and women surrounded Liu Pucheng, crying and shouting into a mess.
"I'm not saying it's okay, I'm saying try it. The condition is too serious and you delayed it, so it's not possible now..." Liu Pucheng explained to his family members.
"What's the delay? It's obviously you who cured the disease..."
At some point, many people gathered around the Qianjin Hall to watch the excitement, and some of them laughed.
Hu San looked around and saw Wu Shan again.
Wu Shan had been paying attention to Qianjin Hall. Although he left yesterday, he was still paying attention. When he saw the family members coming out, he stepped forward to greet them with concern, and asked how Liu Pucheng was treated.
"Cut off a lot of meat?" Wu Shan shouted exaggeratedly.
This look made the family members even more uneasy.
"Doctor Wu, can this kind of treatment cure the disease?" The family members pulled Wu Shan and asked.
"I don't know about this. We all have different skills. Just wait and see." Wu Shan shook his head and smiled, but he looked at these people with a bit of pity, and the family members felt even more sad.
I was uneasy, so I came here early in the morning. Naturally, Wu Shan was also uneasy, so I also came over.
really…
Damn, let you show off! Shoot yourself in the foot!
But it just so happens that a dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist... I am happy to hear that...
Wu Shan laughed heartily.
"What do you mean we cured it? It's obviously you who cured it." Hu San jumped over and shouted.
Wu Shan chuckled.
"It wasn't as bad as when we looked at it. They didn't listen to us asking him to take medicine, but they wanted to go to Qian Jin Tang Qian Jin Tang..." He shook his head and said, curling his lips, "If he takes our medicine, maybe...
"
When he said this, he showed his hands to everyone.
His words made his family members panic even more.
"The most important thing for traumatic carbuncles is to take medicine. It's not a good idea. If you don't take medicine properly, you will use a knife to cut and scratch it... Even if you are not sick, you have to cut out the disease..." Wu Shan continued, looking at the bed.
The injured lying down.
The wound was not bandaged and showed obvious marks of being cut by a knife.
"Shut up, what do you know?" Hu San and other disciples said angrily.
Wu Shan, however, was not afraid of him and gave loud instructions to the spectators.
"...How did the shopkeeper of Wanjia Rice and Cereals Store in the east of the city die?... He had an abscess and accidentally broke it... As a result, he died in less than three days..." he said, getting more and more confused as he spoke.
With a sad and angry face, he looked at the completely panicked family members and shook his head, "It's a pity, it's a pity, you are seeking your own death..."
The eldest brother is dead... The eldest brother is dead... There was still hope... Just listen to Huichun Hall and take the medicine and you'll be fine... But they sent the eldest brother here... But this doctor... This doctor...
"Quack doctor, you killed my elder brother, take your life!" The short and thick man suddenly jumped up, grabbed the stool beside him and threw it at Liu Pucheng.
Liu Pucheng ignored the commotion here. He carefully diagnosed his pulse and wrote the prescription. As soon as he finished writing, he stood up and exclaimed as a strong wind blew behind him.
Liu Pucheng subconsciously tilted his head to hide and raised his hands to resist. With a click, the stool broke and Liu Pucheng also fell to the ground.*** (To be continued)
