Cheng Chuliang and Li Chengqian have met him.

At the beginning, I just didn't pay attention, but now I look carefully and find that this unlucky child seems to be the second child of Cheng Yaojin's family.

This is a big trouble. Li Chengqian could almost foresee that if this kid died, Lao Cheng would inevitably go wild, and maybe he would take his anger on his head because of this.

Although I am not afraid of Cheng Yaojin, it is better to avoid such things.

"Doctor Sun, how about this kid?" Li Chengqian asked nervously after looking at Sun Simiao, who had been sent to take his pulse after being sent to Cheng Chuliang, who had started to take his pulse.

Sun Simiao shook his head slightly: "Looking at this pulse, I'm afraid... it's so bad."

"What?!"

Li Chengqian was anxious at that time and reached out to touch Cheng Chuliang's neck.

He can't take a wrist to diagnose the pulse, but the pulse on his neck is very simple. When he pressed his two fingers, he quickly felt a powerful beating between Cheng Chuliang's neck.

"This, isn't this heartbeat quite strong? Why is it beyond salvation? Doctor Sun, are you mistaken?"

Sun Simiao didn't wonder why Li Chengqian touched his neck, but just stared at Cheng Chuliang in a coma with his eyebrows frowned and said, "The pulse is strong and it is only temporary. This child is losing a lot of blood. If it cannot be effectively controlled, if it continues, I am afraid that the gods will be unable to save it."

Blood loss?

Li Chengqian was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that in just a moment, a lot of blood had flowed from the floor of the carriage, and as time went by, the blood was still spreading.

What's the fucking hurt?

The carriage was limited, and Li Chengqian did not dare to turn Cheng Chuliang around, so he had to ask Sun Simiao: "Doctor Sun, this guy is the second son of Cheng Yaojin, the general of the Right Martial Guard. Although I don't know how he got what he is like now, I can guarantee that as long as you save him, the Cheng family will definitely remember your great kindness."

"This... is not that I am not willing to save you from death. I am the only one who has seen such injuries in my life. Even if I find a place where the bleeding is found, I am afraid I am powerless."

Sun Simiao is good at gynecology and internal medicine. He is powerless to do anything about injuries like Cheng Chuliang, so he can only watch.

At this time, Cheng Chuliang seemed to be unable to hold on in Li Chengqian's opinion. Instead of taking him all over the world to the doctors to meet the fortune, it would be better to treat him as a living horse and try his best.

After all, I learned some knowledge of battlefield first aid during military training in later generations. If I have good luck, I might be able to save people.

Thinking of this, Li Chengqian said to Cheng Chumo outside: "Can you stop following me and go to the front to open the way and go directly to Tiance Mansion. I'll find a way to save people."

"good."

Cheng Chumo had no idea at this moment. Li Chengqian said whatever he said, and Wang Er and two urged the horse forward and rushed to the front of the carriage to buy a way for Xi Jun.

Li Chengqian didn't care much about it at this moment, so he tore off Cheng Chuliang's clothes in the carriage and checked his injuries.

The unlucky child was blown up by the dose of gunpowder. He was as if he was muddy, his face was pitch black, and thin bloodshots could be seen vaguely appearing.

Not disfigured! This is a good thing.

Looking at her body, a large part of the clothes made of silk had been burned and pressed tightly against her body. Because Li Chengqian's movements were too rough, some wounds were torn apart again when she was sprinkling off her clothes. Cheng Chuliang was twitching constantly in a coma.

The head, there is no big deal, the neck, there is no big deal, there are some external injuries on the front chest, but they are all small wounds, which are not fatal, and you don’t have to look at the back. As long as this guy is not standing in the pile of gunpowder, he should not be able to blow his back.

"Finished." After a simple and rough examination, Li Chengqian saw a deep bone-visible wound, which may have been caused by the injury to the artery, and blood was constantly flowing out of the wound.

Tear...

Bitting open the hem of the clothes, Li Chengqian tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, quickly tied it to the upper end of Cheng Chuliang's arm, tied it tightly, and directly pulled out the hairpin on his head, penetrated the gap between the strip and his arms and began to twist.

After turning one round, two rounds, the strips became tighter and tighter. Soon, the blood flowing from the wound was weaker and weaker, and finally stopped directly.

"Huh..., I finally stopped the blood, I was scared to death." After wiping the cold sweat from my forehead, Li Chengqian collapsed on the ground, not noticing that Sun Simiao was looking at him with his eyes shining.

Hemostatic prevention is only the first step, and how to debride is the top priority.

The location where the gunpowder is injured is easily infected and inflamed. Even if it is not too big, it will die due to the infection.

This damn bastard, I had told him to be careful and careful when fiddling with gunpowder, but something happened in the end.

While complaining about Cheng Chumo in his heart, Li Chengqian looked up and said to Sun Simiao: "Doctor Sun, you should know how to prepare Mafei San? Can you please give him a pair to drink later? I need to debride him and suture the wound by the way."

Sun Simiao did not hesitate at all: "No problem!"

Li Chengqian smiled and while exploring Cheng Chuliang's neck to test his pulse, he said, "Well, I'll thank the miracle doctor for my brother!"

Sun Simiao said with slightest voice: "Your Highness is so bad. With your methods, even if you don't have it, this young friend's injury will never endanger his life."

Hum? Did this old man misunderstand something?

Li Chengqian looked at Sun Simiao in shock: "No, Doctor Sun."

Sun Simiao shook his head: "Your Highness, it's good to call me my name from now on. In front of the palace, my medical skills are not called a miracle doctor."

Damn, I was misunderstood by this old man.

Li Chengqian wanted to cry but couldn't cry, but wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.

Battlefield first aid was something that only appeared in later generations. There was no such concept in the ancient Tang Dynasty, and it was natural that Sun Simiao misunderstood it.

Forget it, it’s better to have a misunderstanding. No matter what I say, I just don’t admit it. Could this old Taoist dare to force the prince to bow his head?

But, I still feel very frustrated when I think about it!

Li Chengqian was stared at Sun Simiao's malicious eyes, and always felt that his back was furry. After hesitating for a moment, he simply showed up and said, "The Taoist Master is curious about the technique I just used? In fact, to put it bluntly, this is just a simple method of trauma first aid, and it is nothing at all. After returning, I can explain it to you in detail. Just remember as much as the Taoist Master can."

Sun Simiao suddenly became energetic: "Really? Can I learn?"
Chapter completed!