Fan Yao is handsome, and his skills are even more handsome.

Xie Dewen only saw Fan Yao sizing up the injured man, and then pulled and moved him, and there was a clicking sound.

The injured man's arms and thighs, which were red and swollen, almost returned to their original appearance.

Those who lost their arms and legs in Zhangjiazhuang were sweating in pain just now, but now they soon stopped moaning.

They asked others to help them up, and kept saying thank you to Fan Yao.

Some even wanted to kneel down and say thank you, but Fan Yao stopped them.

He did not have time to deal with the wounded who were being treated, but went directly to the other wounded.

On the contrary, on the Xiejiazhuang side, the speed seemed to be as fast as a snail.

The old doctor, who was more than sixty years old, took a group of disciples and only gave them splints and medicine.

Although the nursing homes and villagers in Xiejiazhuang have been given splints and medicines, they are still sweating and moaning.

There is no harm without comparison. The level of two doctors is not directly proportional to their age, but inversely proportional.

Xie Dewen almost vomited out the old blood. His old face first turned livid, and then turned into the color of pig liver.

You know, this doctor seems to be less than forty years old, and some of the apprentices of the doctor in Xiejiazhuang are older than him.

Xie Deshu's face was pale and he stood there motionless, feeling streams of cold sweat running down his spine.

Zhang Hebin opened his mouth as wide as the mouth of a box and was stunned for a moment. Then he swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva, as if his throat was dry.

Zhang Heqi was stunned. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it."

After saying that, he pinched his fingers and felt the pain before he believed it was true.

"What kind of medical skills are so miraculous?" Zhang Hebin came to his senses and bowed to Huang Dong.

Huang Dong also took a breath of air-conditioning and was at a loss, like a clay or wood carving.

But he soon came to his senses and turned his head to Hu Bo, who shook his head.

Hu Bo came to one of Fan Yao's disciples, bowed his hands, and asked with a fiery face: "Qi Lang, what kind of medical skill is this?"

The disciple, who was about seventeen years old, originally focused on learning the teacher's operations.

This opportunity was rare. He didn't expect anyone to disturb him, so his face was a little gloomy and ugly.

But when he saw that it was Huang Dong, one of his own tribe, his expression turned from gloomy to bright: "Wu Lang, this is bone setting."

"Osteosetting, why have I never heard of it?" Huang Donglei said in a loud voice, with his head scorching green and smoke rising from his head.

Huang Qilang nodded, his face as calm as water: "Master learned bone-setting skills from the "Bone-setting Skills" book written by a young saint. He just got it not long ago, so it's normal that Wulang didn't hear it."

"It turns out that the little saint learned the skill from the gods, which has truly benefited the world and has immeasurable merit." Huang Dong bowed respectfully in the direction of Jintang County, his tone full of admiration.

Zhang Hebin and others were also filled with admiration and bowed in the direction of Jintang County.

Xie Dewen was also there, his face first turning ashen, and then turning into the color of pig liver.

"Bone-setting," Xie Deshu turned his eyes around a few times, shook his head, and said disapprovingly, "I have never heard of bone-setting, and the effect is hard to say. This tablet treatment method has been passed down for thousands of years, and the effect is guaranteed."

"Yes, the fight over water last year was cured by Dr. Xie Jiazhuang." At this time, Xie Dewen's face changed from ugly to normal, and he was even a little excited.

With Fan Yao, he rescued more than 200 wounded people with severed limbs and limbs in Zhangjiazhuang in less than half an hour.

On the other hand, in Xiejiazhuang, the old doctor Xie Qiming led more than a dozen disciples, but they have not yet provided relief to more than a hundred villagers in the nursing home.

Their speed is completely different from that of Fan Yao. Fan Yao saves people, applies medicine and splints, and it only takes about a few dozen breaths. Fan Yao just looks at how many breaths the wounded person has, and then he pulls them out one by one, and his disciples apply some to prevent infection.

and medicine to reduce swelling, one person was saved.

Xie Qiming took his disciples to apply medicine and splints to the wounded, which would take at least a moment or more.

They have not undergone bone correction, and the bones of their arms and legs have been misaligned, making it very difficult to treat them.

It is a difficult technical task to not only avoid secondary damage to the broken bone, but also to carefully connect the broken bone.

As an old doctor in his sixties, Xie Qiming still has a set of treatment methods.

He soaked the fir bark in water, and after it softened, he cut it into finger-sized slices, leaving a small slit between each slice, and tied it with thin ropes at the top, middle and bottom.

Wherever the wounded person was injured, he would bind him tightly there after applying medicine.

Of course, the joints of the wounded must be left open, and fir bark cannot be used to bind them. Otherwise, the recovery may affect the extension and flexion.

The spacing distance and the degree of bandaging are a technical job.

This cannot be understood through literature, it can only be experienced, and it is entirely based on experience.

For joints such as wrists, finger joints, knees, ankles and other joints, wood chips cannot do anything and can only be wrapped with silk.

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After the bandage is wrapped, the injured person must be allowed to do gentle bending and stretching exercises from time to time, which is beneficial to the healing of the fracture.

Such a combination of movement and stillness is the advantage and feature of small splint fixation of fractures. Compared with later generations of plaster fixation, only stillness is better.

Seeing that Xie Jiazhuang had been busy for a long time and had not been cured yet, Huang Dong couldn't help but draw a sarcastic smile on his lips.

After Fan Yao treated the wounded in Zhangjiazhuang, he saw that most of the wounded were still in Xiejiazhuang. He couldn't help but be shocked. This speed must be too slow.

He shook his head and asked tentatively: "Do they (Xie Jiazhuang) still need medical treatment?"

He was a little bit intolerant of the fact that a doctor was willing to help the world by hanging a gourd to save the world.

"Mr. Fan, Xiejiazhuang is very repulsive to Zhaojiazhuang Town and will ignore them for the time being." Huang Dong bowed his hands and told the whole story.

Hu Bo even smiled coldly, glanced at the wounded in Xiejiazhuang with disdain, and said lightly: "Mr. Fan, Xiejiazhuang wants the benefits of Zhaojiazhuang, but is unwilling to obey Zhaojiazhuang's management. How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

Although Fan Yao is a doctor and a professor at Zhaojiazhuang Academy Medical College, he immediately understood after hearing this.

"Since you want to go against Zhaojiazhuang, it is beyond the scope of my treatment." He shook his head while stroking his beard and replied calmly.

Fan Yao looks like he is only in his thirties, but he is actually in his forties. He also has grandchildren, so he calls himself an old man.

They talk about heaven and earth in a calm manner here, but here in Xiejiazhuang, they feel extremely uncomfortable.

When Xie Dewen and Xie Deshu saw that Fan Yao had cured the wounded in Zhangjiazhuang in half an hour, they were jealous and wanted Fan Yao to come over for treatment.

Unexpectedly, Fan Yao only looked at them a few times and did not come to treat them.

Xie Dewen's face was gloomy and dripping with water. His face turned red and purple, and finally turned into the color of pig liver.

Xie Deshu was not much better than him, and his face was extremely ugly.

The two thought that after Fan Yao treated the villagers in Zhangjiazhuang, he should treat Xiejiazhuang, but they did not expect that they ignored them at all.

Xie Deshu rolled his eyes and chuckled: "Chief, they are so fast, they must have troubles in the future."

Although he spoke easily, Xie Dewen could hear his sour tone.

Xie Dewen was overjoyed at first, and then fell into deep thought.

Xie Deshu saw Xie Dewen thinking and kept sneering.

"Zi Ben, I heard that they are doctors invited by Zhaojiazhuang. It's hard to say." Xie Dewen did not dare to completely believe Xie Deshu's words.

As if to prove that his statement was correct, Xie Deshu came to Dr. Xie De who was busy, pointed at the wounded who was getting up from the ground and said: "Zizhu, Zhangjiazhuang and the others treated him very quickly, but there will definitely be sequelae." Dr. Xie Deshu said.

I was busy and felt very angry. When I looked up and saw the deputy chief, I had to hold back my anger.

He looked at the wounded in Zhangjiazhuang from a distance, with a mocking expression on his face.

Doctor Xie De nodded and said with deep sympathy: "The fracture is not a flesh injury, but it is treated so hastily. I am sure that it will definitely leave serious sequelae in the future, and even the hands and feet will be severely deformed."

Dr. Xie De is Xie Qiming's eldest disciple. He is already qualified as a teacher and speaks with considerable authority.

"From this point of view, Zhangjiazhuang hired a doctor. It can be said that choosing sesame seeds and losing watermelons is totally outweighing the gains." After saying this, he couldn't help laughing.

After Xie Dewen laughed, Xie Deshu and Doctor Xie also laughed.

The three of them looked at Zhangjiazhuang with completely disdainful expressions.

After smiling, the three of them raised their chins high, as if they were the best in the world.

Zhang and Bin looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

Zhang Hebin hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but came to Huang Dong and asked with some stuttering: "Pavilion Chief, thank you for the treatment. I wonder if there are any sequelae?"

Huang Dong was also surprised that this speed was too fast, almost several times faster than the old method.

After all, he was not a doctor, and he had no confidence in his heart, so he turned his attention to Hu Bo.

"What are the sequelae?" Hu Bo also laughed loudly, "This method has cured tens of thousands of people, and there are no sequelae at all."

After saying that, he patted his chest and made a loud banging sound.

"Chief Hu, the bone-setting technique has cured tens of thousands of people." He was so frightened that he took two or three steps back. His face first turned pale and then turned extremely red.

Zhang Heqi's eyes were so wide open that they almost fell out of his sockets: "Chief Hu, tens of thousands is too many, but I don't seem to have heard of it."

After he finished speaking, a puzzled expression appeared on his face again.

"Of course you have never heard of it, because it is the soldiers of the security regiment who have been cured by bone-setting." Hu Bo said excitedly, pointing his right hand to the north and said, "It is precisely because of the bone-setting technique that the security regiment has healed the injured soldiers.

We recovered extremely quickly and were able to securely defend Xi County."
To be continued...