Song Wen knew the secret of Ningque Wulan, and since he held one of the secrets to the brothel's popularity, he slowly promoted the gimmick of Chun Niang's Hu Ji Hot Dance...
On the third day, there was another singing and dancing performance, and more than a hundred people came into the hall of Zixuan Tower! Some boasted and were full of expectations, some shook their heads and were sarcastic... and some simply came to watch the fun!
This time the Chun Niang appeared directly on the stage, and three musicians were hired, including leather drums, huqin and Hujia. After practicing for another three days, the Chun Niang's dance became more mature and seductive, with a narrow corset and shiny accessories.
Hot makeup... Zixuanlou was detonated again!
Song Wen knew that he was not suitable for the job of teaching nuns, so he chose a few plump and hot girls to teach Chun Niang and then left it alone, only responsible for setting up a new stage...
The next day, Song Wen had just gotten up, and suddenly brother Ming, the little turtle, ran over, bowed and said to Song Wen: "Brother Wen, there is a guest looking for you outside the door. I asked him to come in, but he refused to say anything.
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"who?"
"He's a boy and a half, and he's well-dressed! But he looks a little scared..."
Song Wen was washing himself in the wooden basin next to him and said with a smile: "Afraid of brothels? How can a man be afraid of brothels? It's too late to love this place to death..."
When Song Wen stood outside the side door holding a cooking cake and discovered the identity of the visitor, he couldn't help but feel a little funny...
Lin Chong.
After a while, the two people were squatting under the big locust tree on the corner of the street, both looking sad.
Song Wen asked: "Are you saying that Uncle Li Yan's injury has worsened? Or does he have a fever?"
Lin Chong nodded: "Master didn't dare to hire a well-known trauma doctor, but he spent a lot of money to buy the best gold sore medicine... But Uncle Li's injury still didn't heal! He was so burned yesterday that he was confused... and then he woke up.
, he opened his eyes and said that you know medical skills and asked you to come over and treat his injuries!"
Song Wen shook his head: "I only know a few simple methods of dealing with trauma. Master just mentioned it casually..."
"Brother Wen... can you go and have a look?"
Song Wen nodded: "Don't worry, the old bustard and I took a leave of absence and said we would go out to find two better musicians. You and I will go take care of Uncle Li Yan together in the past two days... to see if we can save his life.
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"Brother Wen is benevolent and righteous!"
"That's natural! Hahaha..."
After twists and turns, Lin Chong took Song Wen on a secluded path until they came to a pond in the outer city. A dilapidated old house was located in the open space next to the pond. It seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.
Song Wen frowned. This place was damp and dirty. How could it be used for trauma patients? It was full of mosquitoes and flies. It would be a damn thing if they didn't get infected.
Lin Chong said in a low voice: "Master came to visit every day in the past two days, but these days there is a review in the Forbidden Army camp. Master has no choice but to let me take care of Uncle Li..."
Song Wen did not comment, but he complained more and more about his coach Wang Jin...
Lin Chong pressed one hand on the low wall and instantly jumped over, making Song Wen very envious. After opening the wooden door from the inside, Lin Chong pulled Song Wen directly to the side room. When he opened the curtain, he smelled a strong smell of medicine...
Li Yan was sleeping on a simple wooden bed with a flushed face.
Song Wen went over and touched Li Yan's forehead. Good guy...it probably started at forty degrees! He then untied the gauze on his abdomen and saw that the rolled wound showed no signs of healing. Instead, it was white and suppurating! It was dark.
The golden sore medicine exudes a medicinal smell, otherwise Song Wen doubts that he would be able to smell the rotten smell of Li Yan's wound...
Song Wen shook his head, turned around and said to Lin Chong: "No, we need to disinfect and cut off the carrion, and then reduce the inflammation... Forget it, anyway, such an injury must be treated by a real traumatologist, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Yan had already woken up... and let out a hoarse voice... "Isn't this the little turtle? Haha... Why, you don't have any good options? I asked you to come here to see if you have any good ideas.
You didn’t bring me some wine to quench my thirst. If it can be cured, it can be cured. If it can’t be cured, it can be cured... Just kick your legs and everything will stop. It’s no big deal!”
Looking at Li Yan, who was free and easy and attached great importance to love and justice, Song Wen felt a little uncomfortable... There were obviously general forces behind this incident, but these people refused to show up, and even Wang Jin was hesitant to retreat, so the whole situation ended in an anticlimactic manner.
In this battle, only one rogue leader and a knight errant were sacrificed...
Song Wen patted Li Yan's arm and said softly: "Don't worry, you will be harmed for thousands of years! You can't die with me as a little turtle here... Just rest first, and the wound must not be exposed to water again. I'll go
Let Lin Chong prepare some medicine for you!"
"Little bastard, remember to bring wine back!"
What should we do? Song Wen stood in the yard and thought carefully... This kind of trauma is serious and serious, but it is not a big deal in future generations! Just disinfect and suture carefully to control the infection... But how can we have this condition now? Song
Wen understands that it is just an infection in the abdominal tissue, but Li Yan's wound is extremely deep... If the infection penetrates the wound and spreads into the abdominal cavity, then the gods may not be able to save Li Yan.
Entering the inner city to look for a famous doctor would alert Gao Qiu's minions in the market, and even Lin Chong and Wang Jin would have to be dragged in! If I didn't dare to take the risk... I would have to find a way on my own!
Wine, this old guy is going to die and still thinks about drinking... wine, wine! Song Wen now knows that the so-called strong alcohol in the Song Dynasty is actually only about ten degrees... It cannot be used for disinfection at all, then... then he
What about distilled alcohol?
Song Wen squatted on the ground and drew something carefully with a wooden stick. He remembered a little about the style of an earthen pot for steaming wine, but where is the rubber tube cooling tank now? Sealing is also a problem...
"Brother Lin Xian, is your home in Bianliang?"
"No, I left home to practice martial arts with Master Zhou since I was a child, and there is no one at home anymore."
"I need a few jars of spirits, a stove and a wooden barrel, plus things like isinglass and beeswax that can be sealed, as well as clean bamboo tubes and buckets and basins... I will use these things to make a steamer.
Use wine as medicine for wounds!"
Lin Chong was also deceived by Song Wen by using the mysterious master who lived in seclusion under the bridge and smiled proudly in the world of mortals. He did not even realize that the prototype of the master in Song Wen's mouth was actually the martial artist Qiu Ba Li Yan lying half-dead in the room.
Lin Chong frowned, but still nodded... "I'm going to prepare these things right away. Uncle Li will ask Brother Wen to take care of them for the time being..."
"Stop talking nonsense, and prepare clean small sharp scissors and silver needles and thread... I also have to help him suture the wound..."
Lin Chong immediately looked at Song Wen with admiration and did not dare to ask questions. He just cupped his hands in awe and ran out to prepare these things.
Song Wen snorted... I'll scare you to death, little guy! Don't worship me too much in the future... Just be willing to be loyal!
Lin Chong's legs and feet were really good, and he ran back before noon carrying a huge package. While Song Wen and Lin Chong were packing their things, he asked: "Are there any market rogues spying on Coach Wang Jin's house? Don't attract these things here."
, I’m afraid we are no match for them.”
Lin Chong smiled honestly: "They are all scoundrels. As long as the news is not leaked, a few of them are just right! I will kill them when they come to eliminate harm for the people..."
Song Wen slapped his head... He had forgotten that this guy was Lin Chong! He had followed a famous master in martial arts since he was a child. The fourteen-year-old Lin Chong was half a head taller than himself, close to the height of an adult, and his terrifying skills... he was probably a few rogues.