Chapter 64: Save the dead and help the wounded

This is a big deal, no wonder Xiao Shangrong is so shocked. After all, he is not old, so he was naturally scared to death when he saw such bloody things. Chen Wanrong didn't bother to comfort him and trotted. Zheng Qing and Qing'e hurriedly followed.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw the hired workers gathered around the door, everyone looked at the door with horror. They were all honest countrymen, and they would never encounter such bloody things in their lives. Nothing else could be scary.

As soon as Chen Wanrong came, they hurriedly gave up a way. When Chen Wanrong looked at it, he saw a man covered in blood lying at the door, wearing gorgeous clothes. The silk material was good. An old wound on his right chest, and the blood had condensed. The injury time was not short. The blood stain blocked the wound, and only a little blood was leaking out.

His head was tilted to the right, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly. Chen Wanrong walked over, squatted down, and straightened his head. He saw it vaguely, but his face was covered in blood, which was not easy to identify.

He grabbed the man's clothes and tore off a piece of them hard. Chen Wanrong wiped his face, and a familiar face clearly reflected in his eyes. This man was no one else, but the young man in gorgeous clothes who was the first to buy his soap when Chen Wanrong sold soap in Chang'an.

This man not only bought two pieces of soap, but also revealed Feng Shicai's identity in one mouthful, which made him ridicule later. He also helped Chen Wanrong a lot. Unexpectedly, he actually arrived here and was seriously injured and almost died.

Now, how can I think about these things? It’s important to save people? Chen Wanrong picked him up and walked into the door.

Zheng Qing pulled Chen Wanrong's arm and whispered in his ear: "Brother Chen, you can hand it over to the government."

She was reminding Chen Wanrong that there was no need to cause trouble. This was indeed a kind intention. This person was unknown and was seriously injured. Chen Wanrong's words to save him were tantamount to causing trouble.

"Don't worry, he is not a bad person!" Chen Wanrong lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.

Although Zheng Qing was worried about Chen Wanrong, she would not object to what Chen Wanrong decided, saying, "I understand the art of Qihuang. From my perspective, I have to rescue you quickly."

Seeing the injuries, it would be impossible not to rescue them quickly. Chen Wanrong naturally had no strange words and hugged the man into the door. Xiao Shangrong hurried over and helped him with his feet. Another hired worker came over and helped him with his head.

The three of them worked together to carry the man into the house and put it on the bed. Chen Wanrong rolled up his sleeves and was about to clean it up for him. Chen Laoshi and his wife were already anxious. When they saw Chen Wanrong's face, Chen Laoshi asked, "Wanrong, we either opened a clinic, but we didn't have the ability to save him. Leave it to the government and will be handled by the government."

Chen Wangshi rarely agreed with Chen’s words: “Wanrong, this matter is so important, so many people are watching. What if there is a leak of rumors? It’s okay to save a good person, but if the bad person is saved, that’s okay.”

"Mom, don't worry, he won't be a bad person." Chen Wanrong helped the man up and asked, "Mom, do you still remember him?"

Chen Laoshi tilted his neck and looked at it for a while, muttering, "I think I've seen it somewhere? Have you seen it in Chang'an?"

As soon as he reminded him, Mrs. Chen immediately remembered: "Wanrong, is it the first young man to buy soap?" This man's performance that day was quite eye-catching, and Mrs. Chen still had an impression.

"That's right, it's him." Chen Wanrong was very sure.

Chen Laoshi also remembered it and touched his forehead: "Wanrong, it was thanks to him for the incident that day. But, just with this matter, he can't be said to be a good person."

This made sense, and Mrs. Chen agreed, "Yes, Wanrong."

Of course, Chen Wanrong was not so naive that he was a good person based on this matter. He also combined two other things to think so. One was what Chen Zairong said to him outside the school after the Wu exam. The other was that when he met Dou Ji at "Jingxianting", there was a middle-aged man wearing a sword next to him, who looked very similar to this person. Chen Wanrong already knew Dou Ji's identity, but he couldn't say that this man had a great relationship with the middle-aged man who was not a son or nephew. Even if he was not a good person, he would not be bad.

If this person is really related to that middle-aged man, if Chen Wanrong doesn't save him and hand him over to the government, it will have laid the root of disaster for Chen Zairong. If the person pursues him in the future, even if the prince helps him, Chen Zairong will be in trouble.

Of course, these interests cannot be mentioned. Chen Wanrong is very confident: "Dad, don't worry, I have my own reasons for saying that he is a good person. But don't ask, I can't tell you now."

This is beyond doubt. Chen Zhongshi couldn't say anything else, and hesitated and said, "Wanrong, since you want to save me, hurry up."

Chen Wangshi was careful and thought further. She glanced at the employer around the door and said worriedly: "What if someone tells him and the person who hurt him comes?"

There are too many people and it is difficult to keep secrets. These hired workers are all rural people, very simple and kind, but there is one thing that is not good and not smart enough. If one is not good, you will have to say something wrong. In that case, the person's enemies will follow him and cause great trouble.

This matter must be ignored. Chen Wanrong walked to the door with a stern face and said in an unshakable tone: "You all have heard clearly, no one is allowed to say what happened today! If anyone says it, get out of here! The people he recommends, his relatives and friends, have to get out, have you heard it clearly?"

With this method of sitting in a row, they dare not be careless. Once a problem occurs, it will not only involve their own affairs, but also relatives and friends. The saliva in the future will be enough to make him feel at ease for the rest of his life.

The country people were kind-hearted and were worried about the safety of this person, but they were a little timid and did not dare to say that they would save him. Chen Wanrong made up his mind to save him, but they agreed from the bottom of their hearts and all obeyed.

"Go to work!" Chen Wanrong ordered the hired workers to take the order and go to work on their own.

Chen Wanrong called Xiao Shangrong and ordered: "Take a few people and go and clean up the blood. Remember, clean it up completely and don't leave any traces."

This matter is of great importance. Xiao Shangrong responded and quickly called a few people to work.

Chen Wanrong returned to the house. Zheng Qing had already checked the test and said, "Brother Chen, please clean it first, wash the wound with hot water, I'll get the medicine."

Qing'e put away her playfulness and took the initiative to ask: "Miss, please help me organize it, I'll get it. I know where to put it."

This method is good, Chen Wanrong goes further: "Ride blue and white." This place is not far from Zheng Mansion, and the master and servant did not ride horses, so they came here. Chen Wanrong said this.

Qing'e responded and walked out of the house quickly.

Chen Wanrong is no longer good at cleaning the wound. Fortunately, Zheng Qing has a good understanding of it and asked someone to bring in a basin of hot water, soak the cloth, and carefully wipe it on the wound.

As soon as the dirty blood on the wound was cleared, the blood flowed out again. Zheng Qing was extremely anxious and kept complaining: "Why is this Qing'e so slow?"

"Miss, I'm here." Qing'e's pretty face was covered with sweat beads, and she kept panting and rushed into the room. She put the medicine on her hand on the table, picked up a porcelain bottle, and handed it to Zheng Qing: "Miss, give it, this is a hemostatic medicine."

Zheng Qing took it and applied it to the wound. She was very skillful in her movements, like a veteran. Unfortunately, the wound was too long, almost one foot long, and it could almost see the bones in her flesh. Although her medicine was good, she washed away the blood as soon as she applied it.

"What should I do?" Zheng Qing had only treated a small wound before, but never treated such a severe wound. She suddenly became anxious.

Chen Wanrong comforted her and said, "Don't be anxious, think of another way."

Zheng Qing was so anxious that she was red and red: "Brother Chen, if he didn't stop the blood, he would die of blood. I can't apply my medicine, and I can't stop the blood."

"Miss, I'll go and invite the doctor now!" Qing'e gave an idea.

This is a good idea. Chen Wanrong rejected Zheng Qing before he agreed: "No, there is no hurry to come. If the wound is not cleaned, I will be able to ask the doctor to clean it up. I will clean it up. When the doctor comes, maybe it won't work."

Dirt blood has the effect of stopping bleeding. Once it is cleaned, the wound will bleed again. Anyone who has suffered minor injuries knows this. What she said is the truth. This person has lost a lot of blood. If he loses blood again, he may really die.

Chen Wanrong thought for a while and said, "There is a way, sew the wound up."

Sewing wounds is a common method used in modern medicine, but it was a horrifying thing in the Tang Dynasty. Zheng Qing was stunned: "Brother Chen, how do you sew? Is it useful?"

The first question is the technical problem, and the second question is the knowledge problem. If you ask this in modern society, it will be a joke. Her words were approved by Qing'e and Chen Laoshi, and they both looked at Chen Wanrong.

Now is not the time to explore the scientific truth, so you should take action. Chen Wanrong didn't say much: "Mom, I want needles and thread, give me some." This thing is the right person to find Chen Wangshi.

Although Chen Wangshi didn't understand Chen Wanrong's intention, he didn't ask, and turned around and ran away. Chen Wanrong went out to take a look. The charcoal fire in the brazier had not yet been extinguished, so he moved the brazier out.

Holding the needle and thread, Chen Wangshi hurriedly turned around and handed the needle and thread into Chen Wanrong's hand. Chen Wanrong put the needle on the charcoal fire and roasted it. After the baking became hot, he moved it away and quickly walked into the house.

Now there is no alcohol and cannot be disinfected. You can only bake it with charcoal fire. It is better than not disinfecting it. Put the thread into the needle's nose, Chen Wanrong squatted down, pinched the wound together with his left hand, and stabbed the skin in his right hand.

This kind of thing is normal for modern people, but in the eyes of Tang people, it is unreasonable. Zheng Qing hurriedly grabbed Chen Wanrong: "Brother Chen, what are you doing?" He glared at Chen Wanrong.

"Do you think he doesn't hurt enough?" Qing'e was already complaining in her words.

Chen Houshi rubbed his hands and reminded: "Wanrong, that's flesh and it hurts." Although Chen Wangshi didn't say anything, the expression on her face had already shown her attitude.

The answer was obvious when choosing between pain and life. Chen Wanrong didn't have to say much, and he pricked it down and passed through the flesh. The line was immediately covered with blood, which was so scary. Zheng Qing screamed in fear and turned her head away. Qing'e quickly closed her eyes. Chen Laoshi and Chen Wangshi turned their heads and did not dare to take a look.

Although Zheng Qing was afraid and curious, she left a gap in her fingers. She saw Chen Wanrong holding the needle money and sewing the man's wound one by one, her movements were awkward and not skilled at all.

Chen Wanrong has never seen a doctor suturing the wound, nor has he sewed it himself. Now that he doesn't do it, who else can do it? Although Zheng Qing understands the art of Qihuang, she, as a Tangren, doesn't even have this concept. At least she knows what "select a few stitches" means, so she can only fall on herself.

It was said that it was one thing, but it was another to start a fight. Chen Wanrong only realized how much psychological pressure was to do this. It was so great that Chen Wanrong couldn't breathe, as if he was under a heavy burden on his body. If someone could do it for him, Chen Wanrong would rather run away ten miles and eight miles away.

Without experience, Chen Wanrong could only cross the river by feeling the stones, and stitched one stitch after another. After sewing a few stitches, he was so nervous that he was sweating coldly on his head. A white plain hand held a fragrant hand, which was Zheng Qing wiping the sweat on Chen Wanrong's forehead with his handkerchief.

In the film and television drama, I saw those doctors who had to help wipe the sweat when they had surgery, and Chen Wanrong became one of them. The difference is that the doctors have become accustomed to cutting wounds. In their eyes, the wounds are similar to those in their clothes. Chen Wanrong did it for the first time, and the psychological pressure was too great.

After allowing Zheng Qing to help wipe the sweat, Chen Wanrong had no other thoughts at all. Even if Chen Wangshi had no alternative thoughts at this moment, he also thought that this should be the case.

With Zheng Qing's help, Chen Wanrong sewed stitches one by one. After the sewing, the sweat on his body made his clothes soaked. If it weren't for Zheng Qing's help, the sweat alone would make him unable to open his eyes.

After looking at the wound, Chen Wanrong's needlework skills were really unsightly. One sputum was long and one sputum was short, one sputum deep and one sputum shallow. If modern doctors were at his level, they would not know how many lives would have been.

After putting down the needle and thread, Chen Wanrong felt like he was about to collapse. He really wanted to find a bed to sleep. Zheng Qing looked at Chen Wanrong lovingly and hurriedly supported him. With Zheng Qing's support, Chen Wanrong walked towards the door, came to the door, and took a few breaths of cold air. This felt so comfortable.

"Miss Zheng, is this medicine applied?" Chen Wang asked with a porcelain bottle.

Zheng Qing is a good at applying medicine, but now she is devoted to Chen Wanrong, so someone must apply this medicine. Chen Wangshi plans to take on this role.

"Yes, aunt. Just apply evenly." Zheng Qing reminded.

Chen Wang sat on the edge of the bed and asked Chen Zhongshi to help clean up the blood stains on the wound with a wet cloth. Then he used his fingers to apply the medicine on the wound. The wound was sewn, and the blood would no longer wash away the medicine, so he applied it easily.

Zheng Qing looked back and asked, "Auntie, can you apply it?"

"Okay, Miss Zheng, don't worry, nothing will happen." Chen Wang didn't raise his head.

Zheng Qing and Qing'e gently supported Chen Wanrong out of the house, letting Chen Wanrong sit on the chair. Zheng Qing asked lovingly: "Brother Chen, how about it?"

"It's nothing big, it's just the smell of blood that makes me feel uncomfortable!" Chen Wanrong has been exposed to so much blood for the first time in his life, and the smell of blood has made his stomach roll.

Zheng Qing ordered: "Qinge, go and pour some wine."

Qing'e responded and poured a bowl of wine into the house and brought it out. Zheng Qing took it and handed it to Chen Wanrong's mouth, saying softly: "Brother Chen, wine can relieve disgust. You can drink it and you will feel better."

If your stomach is churning and uncomfortable, you will feel better after taking a few sips of wine. This is a very good idea. Chen Wanrong opened his mouth and Zheng Qing carefully took a few sips before putting the bowl aside.

After drinking, the bloody smell became much weaker, so Chen Wanrong breathed a sigh of relief. Qing'e brought a basin of hot water, placed it in front of her, and whispered: "Wash your hands." It was rare not to call a smart person this time.

Chen Wanrong's hands were covered with blood, and it was just right to wash his hands. He accidentally saw a lot of blood on Zheng Qing's hands and reminded him: "You wash first."

Zheng Qing looked at the blood on her hands, smiled slightly, and put it in a basin to wash her hands. Chen Wanrong then immersed her hands and washed them for a while. He lifted his hands and smelled them in front of his nose, and kept baring his teeth, as if the unpleasant smell of blood still existed. In fact, this is a psychological effect.

"Go and change your clothes quickly. Miss, too." Qing'e reminded, holding a basin of water to pour blood.

When Chen Wanrong saw that Zheng Qing's clothes were stained with a lot of blood. She was not much better. What was even more embarrassed was that she had sweated so much that her clothes were wet, which made her feel uncomfortable when she was wearing them.

"Go and change!" Chen Wanrong reminded him, Zheng Qing lightly whispered, and then went into the house to change his clothes.

Chen Wanrong returned to the house, changed his clothes, opened the door and saw that Zheng Qing had already changed her clothes and stood at the door with a basin of hot water: "Brother Chen, wash your face."

He sweated a lot, and it was too good to wash his face. Chen Wanrong was happy from the bottom of his heart. Such a careful person was devoted to him, so he took the hot water and returned to the house with great happiness.

Zheng Qing followed in with a happy look on her face and praised Chen Wanrong: "Brother Chen, you are so awesome! This method works very well and you no longer bleed. This is an external trauma. Just change the medicine a few times and breathe well."

While washing his face, Chen Wanrong said, "No, we have to disinfect it."

Zheng Qing was shocked and asked in a lost voice: "Brother Chen, is he poisoned? Why didn't I see it?"

Chen Wanrong explained: "He was not poisoned, but the needles and thread I used were not very good. They were used to sew clothes and were unclean. If they were not disinfected, it might cause inflammation and ulceration of the wound."
Chapter completed!