After her husband died in battle, she relied on the villain cub to make a comeback.

Ye Zhizhi opened the man's clothes with both hands.

Song Qingjun, who was still distracted, said, "..."

"The wound is too deep and needs to be cleaned and then sutured."

Ye Zhizhi took out the water bag and medicine box from the cloth bag.

Suturing wounds sounds easy, but in fact it is not simple. Military doctors are proficient in this technique, but civilian doctors are not so proficient in it.

This pays attention to subcutaneous sutures, continuous sutures, interrupted sutures, mattress sutures, etc. Different wounds are suitable for different suture methods.

If the method is correct, the wound will naturally heal faster.

Song Qingjun was skeptical of Ye Zhizhi's ability, but she was so serious that even a cold-tempered person like him couldn't refuse, and instead allowed her to do whatever she wanted.

This is strange.

Ye Zhizhi said, "There are many wounds on your back. Turn around."

Song Qingjun glanced at her and turned around.

"I don't have much anesthetic left, so I can only give you a small dose, and the effect won't be very good," Ye Zhizhi said, "Just be patient, I'll try to be as quick as possible."

The man was stunned for a moment, "Are you talking about Ma Fei San? I haven't used that since I was a child, so you can just sew it up."

Mafei powder is poisonous, and some doctors cannot control the dosage, which can cause people to fall asleep.

Ye Zhizhi did not explain to him that this kind of local anesthesia would not cause people to fall into coma.

She used the remaining dose and stitched the sutures quickly and skillfully. During the whole process, Song Qingjun just clenched his hands tightly and didn't even cry out in pain.

He's a good man.

Ye Zhizhi glanced at him in surprise.

Little did he know that the other party was shocked: he actually felt that the girl's suturing was not as painful as the military doctor's suturing on him in the past!

"This is the gold sore medicine I prepared myself. It is cheap and does not cost much money, but it is more effective than your superior gold sore medicine. You can apply it once a day, three times a day."

Ye Zhizhi stood up and picked up Sanzhu, who was sleeping under the tree. "We meet in mountains and rivers, so let's say goodbye."

"and many more."

Song Qingjun hesitated for a moment, "I'll give it to you."

"Huh?" Ye Zhizhi looked sideways at him.

The man was silent for a moment and said, "I want to go down the mountain too, so along the way. I can help you drag them two down."

He pointed at the Wei siblings.

"If you don't feel tired, then you can delay." Ye Zhizhi did not refuse.

Song Qingjun was actually thinking that it was dark and windy, and it would be inconvenient for a girl to be outside by herself. Although this girl could fight well, she——

She is a little girl after all.

Just looking at her, he couldn't help but worry about her as if he were his sister.

Fortunately, Ye Zhizhi arrived at the entrance of Tianshui Village, and no other accidents happened along the way.

Song Qingjun breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes glanced at Ye Zhizhi's wooden hairpin, and he wanted to say thank you, but the only thing in his arms was the jade hairpin he bought in the county town for thousands of taels of silver and gave it to his sister.

If you buy something for your sister alone, you will naturally be reluctant to give it to others.

He glanced in the direction of the Ye family.

He turned around and left, going to a villa in the town.

It was filled with doctors.

As soon as he stepped through the door, a fair-skinned young man ran over, looked inside the room, and said in a low voice, "Second Young Master, you are back. There was a letter from the county town just now, saying that the Young Master was beaten by the girl!"

"What's going on?" Song Qingjun frowned.

"Just... County Magistrate Chen's people took Miss Lin to the young master. The young master told the person waiting in front of him that the young master had prepared a pile of silk and satin to give to the girl. He also put on new clothes and wanted to hug her. Hug the girl, but for some reason, as soon as he saw the girl, his face dropped and he only gave her a gift."

Song Qingjun said, "Why did you hit him?"

"...The girl accidentally broke the rattle she gave to the young master when she was a child. The young master pushed the girl down and told her to go to the capital."

"Bullshit!"

Song Qingjun's eyes were cold and he said, "I can't tell the priorities! This is how he acts like an elder brother. Who is he trying to piss off!"

The boy didn't dare to speak.

What kind of brother?

He was too embarrassed to say that when the young lady broke the young master's rattle.

The young master, who had always been weak, pinched the young lady's neck.

His voice was as sinister as a Rakshasa crawling out of hell, with red eyes he wanted to break the girl's finger bones piece by piece.

The young lady was so angry that she cried, saying that she no longer liked him as a brother.

But the young master didn't feel sad at all. He just said coldly, "You'd better not like it."

The boy doesn't understand. The young master and the young lady are from the same mother.

They were conceived by his wife together and have the same blue birthmark on their backs.

When he was in the mother's womb, the young master seemed to like his sister Lin Erya very much and gave most of his nutrients to her, so when he was just born, he only weighed three pounds.

A cat-like young man, everyone said he would not live to be twenty.

But he didn't resent his sister at all. He would even sleep next to his sister, and would moan and cry when he couldn't see her.

When drinking milk, I only take a few sips before making room for the little lady, and wait until the little lady is full before going to drink.

Everyone said that the young master was so well-behaved when he was young. When the young lady made mischief and hit him in the face with a rattle, he just giggled and kept saying, "Sister, sister."

The little lady ignored him and just stretched out her hand to act coquettishly at the expressionless young master, "Hug!"

But now, why do these brothers and sisters hate each other?

Song Qingjun was injured. When Doctor Wang came out from the room, he stepped forward and asked, "How is your condition, sir?"

Doctor Wang shook his head, "President Liu is doing his best to diagnose and treat the patient."

Doctor Wang didn't want to say too much, "Let's go to the house and I'll sew your wound."

Song Qingjun was working for that person. The matter was very important and related to the country and the country. He always came back injured and covered in blood. He was not surprised.

However, after checking the wound, Doctor Wang was shocked, "Who stitched up your wound for you? And what medicine did you use?"

Song Qingjun frowned and took out the golden sore medicine, "A soft-hearted girl. What, what's the problem?"

"This is a big problem! I have never seen such suturing techniques, how to seal your lacerated wounds tightly, and your golden sore medicine,"

Doctor Wang smelled it, squinted his eyes and said, "I don't know how many expensive medicinal materials she used, but I know that her golden sore medicine is several times more effective than the one developed by our hospital!"

"If the army can be used on a small scale, our capable soldiers can repair and recover faster than the enemy! The number of deaths is less than theirs. This is an opportunity!"

As for why it can’t be done on a large scale, the national treasury cannot afford such expensive gold sore medicine!

It can only be used by princes, nobles and generals first.

Song Qingjun was silent for a moment, "The girl said that this golden sore medicine only costs a few coins."

"How is that possible!" Doctor Wang didn't believe it, "You were deceived by her!"

Really, Doctor Wang didn’t even dare to think that if this kind of golden sore medicine could be used on a large scale, it would be like creating a near-immortal army!

Expand your territory and become invincible!