The seriously injured middle-aged man was shivering in the snow. He had countless wounds on his body and was covered in blood. His body shape could not be discerned.
But his life is still preserved, which is the greatest comfort to the Qu family.
Human nature is indifferent, especially in ancient times.
There were many onlookers around, but no one came forward to help. Instead, they pointed and watched from the side.
It is estimated that in the next few days, everything in front of me will become the talk of the people in the western suburbs after dinner.
Sang Sang burst into tears, but she had to hold back and carry her half-dead father home with Bai Song.
In order to save Uncle Qu, Bai Song had taken out all his money.
One ingot of cash was divided into several pieces, and only two or three taels were left on my sister Bai Rou.
Uncle Qu is in critical condition, suffering from severe trauma, and it is also snowy and freezing. If he is not treated immediately, he may not be able to be saved by the gods.
Bai Song had no money, his space had just been exchanged for Qinghao, and he had insufficient energy, so he could only place his hope in the Qu family.
The aunt heard that her husband went out to gamble, so she not only owed a large debt, but also exported her daughter.
For a time, I was filled with grief and anger, and became even more sick. I fell on the bed and couldn't get up.
Sangsang was confused and just kept crying.
Bai Song patted Sang Sang: "Uncle Qu needs some medication, but I have no money. Do you have any money left at home? This life-saving medicine must be prepared as soon as possible."
Sangsang wiped her tears and shook her head. Suddenly she thought of something: "Ah! I know!"
With that said, he quickly went to the back room, rummaged through the box and took out a brand new piece of emerald green spinning yarn.
"I...I'll use this to exchange for medicinal ingredients."
Bartering for goods was very common in ancient times, and cloth and brocade were the most accepted items after copper coins.
This piece of emerald green yarn is of the highest quality among brocades. Even a wealthy family like the Lin family is reluctant to use such fine embroidery to make clothes.
This piece of cloth is worth hundreds of coins on the market, so it would be easy to exchange it for some herbs for healing wounds.
Seeing this, Bai Song calmed down and was about to tell Sang Sang what kind of medicine to get, but the aunt inside started crying.
"No! No way... Silly daughter, that's the dowry that mother saved for you. You can't use it to treat this heartless bastard. The debt he owes is for us, mother and son, to stay with him.
It doesn’t matter if my mother dies, but my last hope in this life is to see you marry into a good family..."
Sangsang stood at the door of her home, hugging the brand-new spinning yarn tightly, gently stroking the thin fabric with her little face, for fear that her rough cheeks would leave any traces on it. The degree of love is by no means a piece of cake.
A simple object, but a treasure connected to her life, hiding her longing for the future and the deepest feelings of her daughter's family.
The gentle touch was like a final farewell. Sangsang made a decision, ignored her mother's call, rushed out of the house, and plunged into the snow.
Bai Song shouted: "Sang Sang, I haven't said what medicinal materials I want!"
"I'll go get the doctor home!"
After leaving a word, Sangsang's back disappeared into the snow.
…
Sangsang invited the only doctor in the western suburbs.
In the heavy snow, Xiao Nizi was already sweating profusely. She respectfully made an invitation gesture in front of her and asked the doctor to go inside.
The matter was related to his father's life and death, so Sangsang was very cautious.
Although she trusted Brother Bai, she still wanted a real doctor to diagnose her father.
The doctor entered the room, glanced at Uncle Qu at the door, and frowned.
Then he simply looked at his complexion and wounds, and snorted coldly: "It's already like this, what else can be cured? Prepare for the funeral!"
Upon hearing this, Sang Sang's face turned as pale as snow. She grabbed the doctor and asked, "Look again, Brother Bai said that daddy can still be saved."
"Haha, what a joke. Whoever says it can be saved should be saved. I am powerless."
After saying that, he left.
"etc!"
Bai Song stood up and interrupted, his eyes resting on the doctor's medicine box.
"Have you brought your medicine?"
"Um?"
"That piece of cloth will be exchanged for your box of medicine. You can leave and leave the medicine behind."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll treat what you said can't be cured, but there's no medicine right now."
"You?" The doctor looked disdainful, "Young child, practicing medicine and treating diseases is hard work. At your age, I'm afraid you don't even know all the medicinal materials. I have been studying medicine for fifteen years before I started practicing medicine. After practicing medicine for seven years, I have seen all kinds of major and minor diseases."
There are countless of them, and I say that those that can’t be cured never come out of nowhere.”
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Human lives are at stake, and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
Bai Song had lost his patience and stepped forward to snatch his medicine box.
The doctor heard that it was a trauma, so the medicine he brought was naturally a medicine for treating trauma.
The key to treating trauma is not the composition of the medicine. Since ancient times, there have been thousands of formulas for treating wounds, but the efficacy is almost the same.
The most important thing is the method.
These barefoot doctors who travel around the market do not understand the basics of wound treatment in modern Western medicine, let alone the bacterial theory of wound infection.
Bai Song didn't care what kind of medicine he used, as long as it was medicine for injuries, it would be the elixir to bring the dead back to life if used in Bai Song's hands.
The doctor scolded Bai Song in his heart for not understanding the rules, but he had already accepted a piece of high-quality brocade from the patient. Although he was unhappy in his heart, he couldn't say anything more.
After Bai Song got the medicine box, he quickly opened it and compared the medicines inside it one by one, and then started to get the hot water and knives that he had prepared for a long time.
This doctor was not a magician, he still had two skills. Seeing Bai Song's preparation before treating the wound, he became more suspicious.
After half an hour, Bai Song's superb skills taught the old doctor a good lesson.
"The precision of this kid's technique is rare in the world. How could he achieve this with less than ten years of skill? But at his age...could it be possible that he started studying medicine right from his mother's womb?"
With the doctor's sharp eyesight, he could only tell that Bai Song's hand was very accurate.
I have never seen the subtle differences in treating different wounds, why some wounds need to be burned, why some wounds need to be washed with water, and some wounds need to be soaked in wine.
These modern medical foundations have gone beyond the knowledge of ancient doctors.
The venison on the table had cooled down. Bai Song threw away the blood-stained handkerchief in the hot water basin, then stood up and said: "Okay."
Then he looked at the doctor who had been watching for a long time.
The doctor no longer showed the previous arrogance, but instead bowed his hands and saluted: "A hero comes from a young age, but he is old and blind."
Bai Song looked at the medicine box: "I have used a lot of medicine for wounds, but the value of that piece of spinning yarn is far more than that. Doctor, you have collected so much money but haven't done much, should you use that piece of spinning yarn?"
Give it back to others?"
The doctor, who had been sincere before, suddenly changed his face when he heard that he wanted to take back the spinning piece. He gave various reasons, didn't want his medicine box, turned around and fled from Qu's house.
Bai Song frowned and glanced at the lost Sangsang.
It happened that Sang Sang also looked at Brother Bai and tried his best to smile: "Brother Bai, it doesn't matter, daddy's life is more important."
Bai Song nodded and gently touched Sangsang's dried face: "Don't worry, Brother Bai will prepare thousands of pieces of better brocade for you. Your wedding day will be glorious."
