After listening to Zhang San's blueprint, the village was excited to mobilize villagers. With the village being there, Zhang San didn't have to worry about this anymore.

In the future, I will leave the little sister to make milk candy, and then I will see how to match my little sister with two assistants.

Now Zhang San's leg injury has basically healed, so on this sunny morning, Zhang San is going to bring some malt sugar to the Taoist temple for his help.

When Zhang San came to the door of the Taoist temple, he suddenly heard the messy voices inside, mixed with some painful neighing sounds, and several horses were tied to the door.

I thought something had happened, but when I went in, I saw a few brightly dressed young men standing in the yard.

The one lying on the ground was also dressed in gorgeous clothes, but the silk was torn apart at this time, and a large wound was broken on her belly, and the bandaged cloth strip was also penetrated by blood.

The old Taoist was anxious to clean the wound, but was obviously at a loss.

"This young master, I can only try my best to relieve this person's pain, but he is too seriously injured, so I can do nothing, so I can only..."

Before the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he was interrupted by a young man carrying an arrow: "This is Cheng Chumo, the eldest son of Duke Lu. You must save him, otherwise I will demolish the ruined temple today."

Although Zhang San heard that although he didn't know who Duke Lu was, he must be a very awesome person. If something happened to this second-generation official here today, this Taoist temple must have been implicated.

Although Zhang San was very upset when he heard the guy's words, this was not something that later generations, and it was still the saying of human rights that was crushed to death by bureaucratic capital.

So he ran over and said, "Young Master, don't be anxious, this Young Master Cheng is still saved."

Several nobles suddenly heard an outsider interrupting. Before he could get angry, he heard Xuanmiao Zhenren shouting: "Don't mess around with Zhang San, there is nothing you have to do here, you can go back quickly."

However, since Zhang San stood up and did not have any time to leave, he went forward to check without saying a word.

This group of noble young men was in trouble at this time and could only rely on this young man.

Seeing that Zhang San had already gotten in, the old Taoist didn't say anything anymore, so he could only do his best to leave his destiny.

The old Taoist priest still knew how many brushes Zhang San had. After all, before he was injured, he would sell the medicine he collected to the old Taoist priest every time, and he became familiar with it after a while.

Although Zhang San who came back this time seemed to be two people from Zhang San in his memory, he didn't care about his appearance but was different from his inner self, he couldn't think too much at this time.

Of course, he did not place his hope on Zhang San. He just thought about this unrestrained disaster. The old Taoist priest was helpless and thought about how to protect the child from harm if he could not save the young master in a while.

By this time, Zhang San also roughly looked at the patient's injury and knew that the most important thing at this time was to stop the bleeding quickly and suture the wound. However, due to the current situation, Zhang San did not know what else to do.

At this time, the old Taoist sprinkled some external medicine for stopping bleeding on the wound again, stabbed several acupoints with silver needles, and tied the wound with clean linen again, but the wound was too deep and the blood flowed out again in a short while. The old man was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and had no choice.

Seeing that this method was not working, thinking about the serious consequences of not being able to save the second generation of officials, Zhang San thought of the first aid kit he brought when he traveled through time.

"I need to go home and get something right now. Who of you rides me on a horse?"

I saw a young man with a black face next to me and said, "I'll take you there, go and go quickly."

Although the young man didn't know what to get when he went back, he could only believe this kid for the time being. After all, there should be no way to see the Taoist priest at this time.

So the two of them quickly got on the horse, but unfortunately Zhang San couldn't even get on the horse. The young man with black face cursed "Little Niangskin" with anger. He lifted Zhang San on the horse with his hand, turned his head and rushed out quickly.

Zhang San was riding a horse for the first time, so scared that he immediately hugged the black-faced young man in front of him. This made the black-faced young man scold again, but he did not dare to delay the matter because of this, and followed the path pointed by Zhang San and rushed away.

Originally, this section of the road was not long and only half an hour walked, but at this time it took about six or seven minutes to reach Zhang San's house.

After Zhang San got off the horse, he was urged by the young man to go quickly, so he had to run to the bed and take the first aid box from a wooden box.

At this time, the first aid kit was unrecognizable through Zhang San's modification. A larger box was re-ordered on the outside with a layer of wooden board.

After the thing was taken, the young man threw Zhang San on his horse and ran back again.

After Xuandeguan, I heard the remaining two young men shouting: "Let me think of a way. If you can't save him, I'll let you bury him."

Hearing the yelling of the second generation ancestor, Zhang San really wanted to turn around and leave, but now he is different from the past, so he can only run quickly.

At this time, Mr. Cheng was almost at the point where he was exhausted. He was so painful that he was sweating profusely, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

Zhang San came to the front, and immediately opened the first aid kit without saying a word, took out a small bottle of alcohol, a needle and thread for surgical suture, some tape, gauze, etc.

"Zhang San, what are you doing? What are these things?" The old Taoist priest on the side couldn't help but get anxious when he saw that Zhang San had only brought back some needles and thread.

"The real person will tell you later that you need to suture the wound on this young master now, otherwise bleeding will kill him." Zhang San said as he prepared all the first aid items and started to take action.

The old Taoist priest saw Zhang San's skillful technique, although he still had many problems in his heart, he didn't care about asking too much at this time, so he hurriedly started to fight.

Soon, Zhang San sewed the wound together, disinfected it with alcohol, broke a few pieces of amoxicillin capsule powder and sprinkled it on it, and then wrapped it with gauze.

I asked the young master to drink two anti-inflammatory drugs.

Everything is done, and the next step is to see whether this young master is hard or not. After all, the conditions are simple now and there are no other measures.

Fortunately, the wound was sutured and the blood no longer flowed. In this era without antibiotics, anti-inflammatory drugs, and alcohol, these must be enough.

Seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, the three young men next to him were also slightly relieved.

Although this treatment method is strange, seeing Zhang San's operation as fierce as a tiger, it must be an exclusive secret recipe. After all, most of the practice of medicine in this era is inherited by family masters and apprentices, and it is not easy to spread it.

"Langjun, Chumo should be fine, right?" the black-faced young man asked.

Although it was awkward to this title, Zhang San did not dare to say anything, so he replied: "I will be hospitalized for a few more days to observe."

As soon as he said that, he felt something was wrong. Then he heard the black-faced young man asking, "What does it mean to be hospitalized and observe? Do you want to stay in this temple for a few days?"

"Oh, yes, now his wound has just been sutured and it is not suitable to move around. I can only cultivate here for a few days and see the situation."

Zhang San hurriedly continued. Seeing that Cheng Chumo had improved significantly, the young man felt relieved.

He raised his hand to thank Zhang San and said, "I, Yuchi Baolin, thanked my husband for his righteous rescue. I have to ask my husband for his care in the past two days and make sure to ensure that my brother is safe."

Although he was not happy with the tone of thanking the three-point and being 7-point command, Zhang San also knew that the person was under the roof and had to bow his head, so he reluctantly agreed.

The two young men behind him also clasped their fists and introduced themselves. One was Changsun Chong and the other was Fang Yiai, "I thanked my husband for his righteousness to save him.

Whenever I encounter anything in the future, even if I report my name, some name will be very useful around Chang'an." Fang Yiai said.

When Zhang San heard this name, he was shocked. Isn’t this the cuckold king of the Tang Dynasty, Fang Xuanling’s second son, and the ridiculous things about Princess Gaoyang made Zhang San, who read unofficial history at that time, laughed at for a long time.

It seems that these are the second generation of officials in the Tang Dynasty. If they have a good relationship with them, they will be a bit of a backer in the Tang Dynasty in the future.

To put it this way, the one who was injured and dying should be from the Cheng Yaojin family. This Yuchi Baolin, the most famous "Yuchi" in the Tang Dynasty, is Yuchi Gong. I guess this one belongs to his family.

It seems that these people are really intimate.

Everyone carefully carried Cheng Chumo to the old Taoist priest's room on wooden boards. Zhang San checked it carefully again and saw that Cheng Chumo was out of danger, so he felt relieved.

Everyone walked to the main hall of Taoist temple again. Yuchi Baolin slapped the pillar and cursed, "Zhi Mom, I was plotted against by a wild boar today, and almost killed that guy Cheng Chumo."

After some understanding, Zhang San realized that these second-generation officials had nothing to do, so they went to Qinlin to hunt together. As a result, Cheng Chumo was careless and was stabbed through his belly by an injured wild boar with his fangs, which led to the scene just now.

"I would have brought some parts here if I had known it." Fang Yiai said in a fearful way.

"Okay, since Chumo is fine, we will hurry back and notify Uncle Cheng."

So the second generation of officials and the two of them left Yuchi Baolin waiting here, and the two of them went back to report the news.
Chapter completed!