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Brother Zheng felt that Song Yuan was taking things too seriously, so he said, "Song Yuan, Ji Qing is a talent I value very much, don't be careless!"

Song Yuan couldn't help laughing: "Father-in-law, don't worry, it's just a knife wound. I'll take care of it in less than 5 minutes!"

"Mr. Song, is it really that fast?"

Meng Yi looked at Song Yuan expectantly, Song Yuan's calmness reassured him a lot.

Song Yuan nodded faintly: "Don't move again, I will come as soon as I go."

After talking about Song Yuan, he left, but Brother Zheng and the others were a little at a loss, and they could only trust Song Yuan and stay still.

Song Yuan walked straight towards the school grounds, he was going for the medical tools.

Compared with Ji Qing's wound, Song Jiajun's injuries during training may be even more serious.

After all, the Song family soldiers were all born in the village. When practicing martial arts, they have no rules, and their swords have no eyes, and they often miss and hurt their opponents.

During this period of time, Song Yuan has healed many such wounds.

But although these wounds are trivial, in ancient times, these wounds were often fatal.

Because there is no such thing as disinfection in ancient times, as long as the wound is large, it is easy to be infected.

For symptoms such as inflammation and fever after infection, there is generally no treatment in ancient times, and only physical cooling can be used to resist.

Fever in ancient times, the mortality rate was as high as 90.00%.

This is why the father-in-law and his retainers are so excited.

But these things, in modern medicine, are really trivial matters.

While speaking, Song Yuan had already got the medical kit and returned to the outer edge of the school grounds.

Brother Zheng and the others were relieved when they saw Song Yuan coming back and the cloth bag in Song Yuan's hand. It seemed that Song Yuan was not unprepared.

Brother Zheng also smiled and said: "It's been a long time since I saw you practice medicine, it's been three years?"

Song Yuan smiled lightly and said, "Then I will open your eyes to father-in-law later!"

Brother Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he became serious.

Song Yuan's calm demeanor made others less nervous.

Meng Yi even felt that he was saved, he smiled and said: "Mr. Song, thank you!"

Song Yuan nodded lightly and said: "Don't thank me first, just don't scold me later."

"Eh?"

"why?"

Meng Yi looked curious.

Song Yuan didn't answer, he took out the extra medical alcohol from the bag when making wine, raised Meng Yi's hand and said: "Remember to grit your teeth!"

Meng Yi was taken aback, and subconsciously gritted his teeth.

brush!

Song Yuan was also unambiguous, and poured the alcohol in the bottle on Meng Yi's hands.

He doesn't have a cotton swab now, so he can only be rude in the face of such a big wound.

This also caused all Meng Yi's wounds to be thoroughly poured.

"what!!!"

"it hurts!!!"

"Mr. Song! What are you doing?"

Meng Yi cried out in pain.

Everyone's heart tightened, Meng Tian even wanted to stop Song Yuan, but was stopped by Brother Zheng.

After the alcohol was poured, Meng Yi's face turned paler, as if his injury had worsened.

The alcohol evaporated, and there was a smell of alcohol in the air.

Seeing this, Brother Zheng frowned and said, "Song Yuan, why did you pour white wine on his wound? What kind of healing are you doing?".

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The others were also stunned, looking at Song Yuan with a bit of a bad expression.

At first, I thought that his calm face meant that he was very sure about the treatment, but looking at it now, it was obvious that he was just messing around!

How can you use wine to drench your wounds?

Song Yuan smiled lightly and said, "I'm saving his life, and I'm not using white wine but medical alcohol. After pouring the alcohol on the wound, it can prevent festering and fever, and greatly increase the chance of treatment."

Everyone is confused.

Alcohol can also prevent wound suppuration?

They had never heard of this statement, and had never seen it before.

Brother Zheng was puzzled and said, "Then why did someone pour Qin wine on the wound, which accelerated the speed of death?"

This is also the doubt of other people, otherwise they would not be so excited.

Song Yuan couldn't help laughing and said: "I said that mine is medical alcohol, the alcohol concentration is higher than that of liquor, and the alcohol concentration of Qin wine is low, not to mention, there are many impurities in it, which will naturally harm people."

Others still don't understand.

At this time, Meng Yi, who had been silent all this time, said, "It seems that it really works, I don't feel the itching of the wound at all!"

Everyone was taken aback, Qi Qi looked at Meng Yi's wound, but found that there was no change.

Song Yuan smiled again. Bacteria and viruses are completely invisible to the naked eye, so they naturally didn't see anything.

But now is not the time to explain. The wound is exposed to the air, and sooner or later it will be infected again, so it needs to be bandaged as soon as possible.

Song Yuan immediately took out some tools from the cloth bag, and he said, "Give way, I'm going to help him deal with the wound."

Brother Zheng and the others had no choice but to step aside. Since Meng Yi himself said there was no problem, they still chose to believe Song Yuan.

But when they saw Song Yuan taking out the needle and thread, they were puzzled again, Meng Tian asked: "Song Yuan, what is this?"

Song Yuan replied: "This is medical dressing thread. Ji Qing's wound is relatively deep. If it is simply bandaged, it will take a long time to heal. If it is sutured, it will heal in about a month."

Brother Zheng pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you sure there is no problem?"

Song Yuan smiled and said: "Of course there is no problem. To tell you something that you may not believe, even if someone has a brain disease, I can perform a craniotomy on him and cure him."

He wasn't bragging. With the "modern medical skills" obtained by a systematic lottery, and the "full set of medical facilities" with bonuses, there was no problem in performing craniotomy.

Everyone didn't know, they couldn't help being shocked, their hearts were a little hairy, and their scalps were even more numb.

Song Yuan actually said that he dared to open someone else's head?

And is it for healing?

Wang Jian lost his voice and said: "If the head is opened, the life will be gone. How can it be cured?"

Song Yuan didn't explain, he said, "Leave it alone, Ji Qing's wound is important!"

Meng Yi also said: "Yes, Mr. Song, come on, I'm ready!"

Needless to say, Song Yuan, when he saw these needles and threads, he knew that Song Yuan was going to penetrate the skin and then suture.

With the lessons learned from being drenched in alcohol, Meng Yi clenched his clothes tightly, with a determined face, as if he was going to die.

Seeing this, Song Yuan also held his breath and began to quickly sew up the wound.

"Well!"

The severe pain hit, even though Meng Yi had been prepared for a long time, he couldn't help groaning coldly, his head was covered with cold sweat.

Seeing this, the rest of the people were also a little apprehensive. This method of treating wounds was really too advanced.

Seeing his younger brother's bitter look, Meng Tian couldn't bear to turn his head away.

Fortunately, Song Yuan was skillful, and the suture was completed in a short while. He quickly took out the hemostatic drug and applied it to the suture, and then took out the gauze and wrapped it around.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Yi's wound has been treated.

That's it.

Song Yuan exhaled, wiped off his sweat and said, "Okay, the wound has been treated. During this period, the wound should not touch water, and do not exercise vigorously to prevent the stitches from tearing. It will be healed in about a month!"

Everyone hasn't recovered yet.

Upon hearing Song Yuan's words, Brother Zheng asked, "Ji Qing, how do you feel?"

Meng Yi was clever, and said in disbelief: "My lord, the wound has a numb, refreshing feeling, and it doesn't hurt so much. I feel that I will be healed soon!"

As the saying goes, a long illness becomes a good doctor.

People who practice martial arts are often injured, Meng Yi naturally has a relatively accurate grasp of the degree of injury.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

I was even more shocked in my heart. Song Yuan's treatment method was indeed superb, but it was somewhat unique and beyond my imagination.

But it is very useful!

Brother Zheng knew very well that such a wound could be dealt with in two or three strokes. If applied to the battlefield, it would save the lives of many soldiers!

But there are some things that are hard to say here, Brother Zheng said: "I have finished shopping in the village, let's go back and rest!"

Wang Jian, Li Si and the Meng brothers were meaningless, and they were not in the mood to continue shopping when such an emergency happened.

Seeing this, Song Yuan also knew that they might have something to discuss, and he wanted to get the cement out earlier, so he said, "In that case, I'll go back to the owner's mansion first. If you have anything to do, you can come to me."

Song Yuan left.

Brother Zheng also waved his hand: "Let's talk when we go back!"

Go back to the yard arranged by Song Yuan.

Brother Zheng immediately said, "What do you think, dear friends?".

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After a while of silence.

Wang Jian took the lead and said, "Your Majesty, I have to admit that I have underestimated you."

While speaking, he involuntarily looked at Meng Yi's bandaged right wrist.

If it wasn't for the contempt, Meng Yi wouldn't have injured his wrist.

Everyone noticed Wang Jian's small movements and subconsciously looked at Meng Yi.

Meng Yi naturally had a deep understanding. He held his right hand and said: "Your Majesty, I also underestimated it. I never thought that the iron made by Song Yuan would be so tough and sharp."

Brother Zheng was displeased and said: "I have already told you in the secret order, you are to blame yourself!"

Wang Jian and Meng Yi kept silent for fear that His Majesty would be furious.

The atmosphere froze, and Li Si said at this moment: "Your Majesty, I would like to ask, how much did Song Yuan's ironware cost?"

Brother Zheng looked at Meng Tian.

Meng Tian immediately replied: "Master Li, the manufacturing cost of Song Yuan's ironware is about the same as that of Daqin's ordinary ironware."

Li Si's face froze, his pupils shrank, and he swallowed the next question directly.

Because he has no problems.

The cost of the ironware is so low, but the craftsmanship can compete with the bronzeware. Even in front of the most sophisticated bronzeware, Song Yuan's ironware is still somewhat weak.

But at low cost, those advantages will be infinitely reduced.

After all, the most sophisticated bronze wares are equipped with very little in the entire Qin army, while Song Yuan's iron wares can completely prepare the entire army.

Li Si immediately said: "Your Majesty, Song Yuan's iron smelting technology and forging method must be stolen immediately. I will keep an eye on the craftsmen during this time!"

Brother Zheng nodded slightly, and brought three people, and finally one of them knew what he was going to do.