After hearing the blueprint planned by Zhang San, the village leader excitedly went to the village to mobilize the villagers. With the village here, Zhang San didn't have to worry about it.
From now on, I will leave the making of toffee to my little sister, and then I will give her two assistants.
Now Zhang San's leg injury has basically healed, so on this sunny morning, Zhang San is going to take some maltose to the Taoist temple to thank the old Taoist priest for his help.
When Zhang San arrived at the door of the Taoist temple, he suddenly heard chaotic voices inside, mixed with some painful screams. Several horses were tied at the door.
Thinking about what had happened, I went in and saw several brightly dressed young people standing in the courtyard.
The one lying on the ground was also dressed in gorgeous clothes, but at this time the silk was torn to pieces, and there was a big wound on his stomach, and the bandage was soaked with blood.
The old Taoist was beside him and was anxious to clean the wound, but he was obviously at a loss.
"This young master, Pindao can only try to alleviate this pain as much as possible, but he is really injured too seriously. There is nothing Pindao can do, he 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 rescue him, otherwise, we will demolish this ruined temple today."
Although Zhang San didn't know who Duke Lu was when he heard this, he must be a very powerful person. If something happened to this second-generation official here today, this Taoist temple would also be implicated.
Although Zhang San was very unhappy when he heard the guy's words, this is not the future. Here, bureaucracy and capital are still crushing people, so how can we talk about human rights.
So he quickly ran over and said, "Master, don't worry, this Master Cheng can still be saved."
Several noble gentlemen suddenly heard an outsider interjecting. Before they could get angry, they heard Master Xuanmiao shouting: "Don't mess with Zhang San, you have nothing to do here. Go back quickly."
However, since Zhang San had come forward, there was no reason to leave, so he couldn't help but stepped forward to check.
This group of aristocratic young men were also in disarray at this time, and they could only place their hopes on this young man.
Seeing that Zhang San had come in, the old Taoist said nothing, so he could only do his best and obey fate.
The old Taoist priest still knew how many brushes Zhang San had. After all, before he was injured, he would sell the medicine he picked to the old Taoist priest every time, and he became familiar with it after going back and forth.
Although the Zhang San who came back this time seemed to be the same person as the Zhang San in his memory, not in appearance but in inner differences, there was no room for overthinking at this time.
Of course, he did not place his hopes on Zhang San, but thinking of this unreasonable disaster, the old Taoist priest felt helpless. He only thought about how to protect the child from harm if he could not save the young master for a while.
At this time, Zhang San also took a look at the patient's injury and knew that the most important thing at this time was to stop the bleeding and suture the wound quickly. However, due to the current situation, Zhang San didn't know what else to do besides that.
Method.
At this time, the old Taoist once again sprinkled some topical medicine for hemostasis on the wound, pricked several acupuncture points with silver needles, and tied the wound again with clean linen cloth. However, the wound was too deep, and the blood flowed out again after a while. He was so anxious.
The old man was sweating profusely and there was nothing he could do.
Seeing that this method was not working, and thinking of the serious consequences of not being able to save the second generation official, Zhang San thought of the first aid kit he brought with him when he traveled through time.
"I need to go home immediately to get some things. Which one of you will give me a ride on horseback?"
I saw a dark-faced young man next to me saying, "I'll take you there. Go and come back quickly."
Although this young man didn't know what he was going to get back, he could only trust this kid for the time being. After all, it seemed that the Taoist priest had no choice at this time.
So the two of them quickly got on the horse, but unfortunately Zhang San had never been on a horse before and couldn't get on. The black-faced young man was so angry that he cursed "little bitch" and lifted Zhang San onto the horse with just one hand, turned the horse's head and rushed out quickly.
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It was the first time for Zhang San to ride a horse. He was so frightened that he immediately hugged the black-faced young man in front of him with both hands. This made the black-faced young man curse again, but he did not dare to delay the matter and followed the path pointed by Zhang San and galloped away.
Originally, this stretch of road wasn't very far, and it only took half an hour to walk. Now we arrived at Zhang San's home in about six or seven minutes.
After Zhang San got off his horse, before he could calm down, he was urged by the young man to hurry up, so he had to run to the bed and get the first aid kit from a wooden box.
At this time, the first aid box had been completely changed through Zhang San's modification, and a larger box was ordered with a layer of wooden boards on the outside.
After getting the things, the young man once again threw Zhang San onto his horse and ran back again.
After Xuande Guan, I heard the remaining two young men shouting: "Think of a way quickly. If you can't save him, I will let you be buried with him."
Hearing this second-generation ancestor's shouting, Zhang San really wanted to turn around and leave, but things were different now, so he could only run quickly.
At this time, Young Master Cheng was almost exhausted. He was sweating in pain, and his eyes were gradually losing their luster.
Zhang San came to the scene and without saying a word, he immediately opened the first aid kit and took out a small bottle of alcohol, a surgical suture needle and thread, some tape, gauze, etc.
"Zhang San, what are you doing? What are these things?" The old Taoist priest on the side became anxious when he saw that Zhang San only brought back some needles and threads.
"The real person will tell you later that the young man's wound needs to be stitched up now, otherwise the bleeding alone will kill him." Zhang San said as he prepared all the first aid supplies and started to work.
The old Taoist priest saw Zhang San's skillful technique. Although he still had many questions in his heart, he didn't bother to ask any more questions at this time, so he hurriedly started.
After a while, Zhang San sutured the wound, disinfected it with alcohol, broke open a few amoxicillin capsules and sprinkled the powder on it, and then wrapped the wound with gauze.
I asked for another bowl of water and asked the young man to drink two anti-inflammatory pills.
Now that everything is done, the next step is to see whether the young master's fate is determined or not. After all, the current conditions are simple and there are no other measures.
Fortunately, the wound was sutured and the blood stopped flowing. 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 felt a little relieved.
Although this treatment method is very strange, looking at Zhang San's fierce operation, it must be an exclusive secret recipe. After all, most medical practices in this era are passed down by family masters and apprentices, and it is not easily passed on to others.
"Lang Jun, is Chu Mo okay?" the dark-faced young man asked.
Although he felt awkward about the title, Zhang San did not dare to say anything and replied: "I will be hospitalized for a few days for observation."
As soon as I said the words, I felt something was wrong, and then I heard the dark-faced young man ask: "What do you mean by hospitalization for observation? Do you want to stay in this Taoist temple for a few days?"
"Oh, yes, now his wound has just been sutured and he is not suitable to move around. He can only recuperate here for a few days and see how he goes."
Zhang San hurriedly continued. The young man saw that Cheng Chumo had obviously improved and felt relieved.
Raising her hands to thank Zhang San, she said: "I, Yuchi Baolin, would like to thank Lang Jun for his righteousness in rescuing me. I would also like to ask Lang Jun to take extra care in the past two days to ensure that X's brother is safe."
Even though he was unhappy with the three points of thanks and seven points of orders, Zhang San also knew that he had to bow his head because he was under the eaves, so he reluctantly agreed.
The two young men behind also introduced themselves with clasped fists. One was Changsun Chong and the other was Fang Yiai, "Thank you Langjun for your generous rescue.
Whenever anything happens in the future, just call me by my name. Around Chang'an, someone's name is still very useful." Fang Yiai said.
Hearing this name, Zhang San was shocked. Isn't this the second son of Fang Xuanling, the cuckold king of the Tang Dynasty? Princess Gaoyang's ridiculous things made Zhang San laugh for a long time when he was watching Unofficial History.
It seems that these are the second generation officials of the Tang Dynasty. If you have a good relationship with them, you will have some support in the Tang Dynasty in the future.
So the one who was injured and about to die should be from the Cheng Yaojin family, and this Yuchi Baolin, the most famous "Yuchi" in the Tang Dynasty was Yuchi Gong, so this person must be from his family.
It seems that these people are really well connected.
Together, everyone carefully carried Cheng Chumo to the old Taoist priest's room on a wooden board. Zhang San checked it carefully again and felt relieved when he saw that Cheng Chumo was out of danger.
Everyone walked to the main hall of the Taoist temple again. Yuchi Baolin slapped the pillar and cursed, "You straight lady, you were plotted by a wild boar today and almost killed that guy Cheng Chumo."
After some understanding, Zhang San found out that these second-generation officials had nothing to do, so they went hunting together in Qinlin. As a result, Cheng Chumo was careless and was stabbed in the belly by an injured and crazy wild boar with its fangs.
This scene just now.
"If I had known earlier, I would have brought some songs here." Fang Yiai also said fearfully.
"Okay, now that Chu Mo is fine, let's go back and notify Uncle Cheng."
So several second-generation officials gathered together and left Yuchi and Baolin waiting here, and the two of them went back to report the news.