Marry a powerful minister and remain a widow?I’m done with the book-wearing female role!

After hearing this, Xiao Wu fell to his knees with a plop and said excitedly: "Mrs. Xie, you are my young master's great benefactor!"

Once his son gets rid of his bleeding problem, he will definitely become the unique leader of Jishi Hall.

Xiao Wu touched his neck. His life was saved and his identity had to be mentioned.

Jiang Yuzhu said very modestly: "It's just a small trick. In the end, it's up to Mr. Yan to overcome it."

After standing up again, Yan Lin said sadly: "Mrs. Xie, it seems that Yan overestimates himself..."

After killing the chicken last night, Yan Lin felt that he was good again. He was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep all night, so he got up early to bother him.

As a result, reality slapped him hard and knocked him into the bottom.

"Mr. Yan, this problem of yours did not develop overnight. It has been nearly 20 years. Are you too harsh on yourself?"

If Hongxiu was treating a disease, she would not be as gentle as Madam. Instead, she would throw Yan Lin into a bathtub filled with blood and use violence to fight violence.

Anyway, I'm already bleeding, so it can't be worse, right?

In fact, Jiang Yuzhu also admitted that if she wanted to cooperate with Yan Lin, she had to use gentle methods.

Yan Lin proposed to wear sunglasses and found another way again, and Yan Lin quickly accepted.

In addition to killing the rabbit, Jiang Yuzhu sent someone to get a large piece of pork with pig skin, and she and Yan Lin were thinking about how to deal with the trauma.

Jiang Yuzhu thought that Yan Lin did not know how to suture trauma, so she took the initiative to demonstrate: "Mr. Yan, you first learn to deal with trauma, and later..."

"Mrs. Xie, although Yan is bleeding, he has some research on treating trauma."

Yan Lin explained that when people in the house were injured, he would be the one to deal with them after wiping away the blood.

Hearing that the wounded soldiers on the battlefield relied on doctors to suture them, Yan Lin immediately grasped the key point and asked: "Mrs. Xie, don't you have enough manpower?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yuzhu did not hide it, it was indeed not enough, so she needed to summon doctors to come to the camp in the north of the city to help.

Suturing is only the most superficial layer. Those soldiers with broken arms and legs are in danger of life if they are not operated on in time.

Yan Lin was thoughtful, he raised his head and glanced at Jiang Yuzhu, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Forget it, Jiang Yuzhu, as the wife of a second-grade official, is so selfless, Yan Lin shouldn't have any selfish motives.

"Mrs. Xie, to be honest, Yan has some ideas."

Yan Lin is different from the Yan family, he has a compassionate heart.

Jishitang's medical consultations and medicinal materials are too expensive. Even if the medical skills are high, ordinary people will look down on them.

"Yes, the people are not rich all year round. When they get sick, they always want to delay it. If they don't see improvement, they just use home remedies to treat the disease."

Jiang Yuzhu agreed, "It is common for villagers to get injured while doing farm work. When they bleed profusely, they just use herbal medicine to stop the bleeding. They are reluctant to spend money on saprophytic muscle ointments."

"So, Yan's wish is to open a patent medicine shop."

The decoction is made into concentrated pills and sold at the lowest price.

In this way, some people will be willing to buy a bottle and save it for emergencies.

Yan Lin made a booklet about common medicinal materials.

"In addition to these, I also developed a method to quickly stop bleeding without suturing."

Seeing Jiang Yuzhu's interest, Yan Lin found pen, ink, paper and inkstone to draw pictures and explain in detail.

"These two pieces are attached to both sides of the wound and connected in the middle. If you pull the middle line, the open part of the wound will be closed. By using the tension on both sides, the wound can grow quickly without suturing."

It eliminates the pain of sutures and speeds up wound treatment. Even people who do not know medical skills can perform the operation.

"Mrs. Xie, look..."

The Yan family never paid attention to Yan Lin's suggestion. He once made it and tried it secretly, and the effect was remarkable.

"I think it's very good!"

Jiang Yuzhu was shocked. The concept proposed by Yan Lin was almost consistent with the new generation of non-invasive wound closure device.

Because she was a forensic doctor and didn't need it, she didn't pay too much attention.

Could it be that Yan Lin traveled through time?

"Palace jade liquid wine, one hundred and eighty cups."

Jiang Yuzhu answered the code with a serious face.

Seeing that Yan Lin didn't respond, she calmly changed the word: "The king of heaven covers the tiger of earth."

"Mrs. Xie, what did you say?"

Yan Lin was puzzled deep in his eyes, thinking that he had heard wrongly, and looked at Xiao Wu.

After changing it several times, Jiang Yuzhu finally admitted that Yan Lin was talented in medical skills and it was not an exaggeration to call him a genius.

Jiang Yuzhu understood Yan Lin's philosophy. Yan Lin seemed to have found a confidant and said with a smile: "Mrs. medicine depot!"

Yan Lin was also worried about leaving late. The old man's letter was delivered, but he didn't care.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuzhu admired Yan Lin even more and praised: "Mr. Yan, as a doctor, there are very few people with such medical ethics. You are a blessing to the people of Qi!"

"Where is!"

Yan Lin was even more helpful. Seeing Jiang Yuzhu's skillful way of dealing with trauma, he asked, "Mrs. Xie, your medical skills are similar to those of imperial medicine, right?"

"This, not really."

Jiang Yuzhu's eyelids twitched, feeling that something was wrong with the direction of the topic.

"Oh?"

Yan Lin did not give up and continued to ask, "Looking at your technique, which famous doctor did you learn from?"

If there is a chance, Yan Lin wants to meet a famous doctor, even if he is given a few words, it will be a great opportunity.

Unable to hide it any longer, Jiang Yuzhu simply pointed out: "Mr. Yan, you have some misunderstanding. In fact, I am not a doctor."

Jiang Yuzhu is not good at taking pulses to diagnose symptoms.

Yan Lin seemed to feel incredible and said in a louder voice: "That's..."

Doesn’t it mean that doctors have such powerful means of dealing with trauma?

Many of the concepts he proposed coincided with Jiang Yuzhu.

"It's Wu Zuo."

In Daqi, a sacred profession in modern times was considered inferior. Jiang Yuzhu felt dissatisfied, and she did not want to hide it.

Yan Lin: "..."

Sorry to bother you, he shouldn't have asked!

If he takes back what he said now, will it look like he is too much of a dog?

Jiang Yuzhu saw Yan Lin's discomfort and forcefully added: "In Daqi, people are divided into three, six, and nine grades, and their professions are also divided into high and low. You only live once."

Whether it's a doctor or a freelance writer, they all shine in their respective fields.

When necessary, you can also help suture and save people, so why bother with your own profession?

After hearing this, Yan Lin stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Yuzhu, and said in awe, "Mrs. Xie, it's Yan who is so narrow-minded. Your structure is not comparable to that of ordinary people."

Jiang Yuzhu was the legitimate daughter of a high-ranking family and the wife of a powerful minister. Although Yan Lin couldn't understand why she claimed to be a widower, after a brief contact with her, Yan Lin admired her very much.

"Mr. Yan, you are a once-in-a-century genius!"

Jiang Yuzhu followed the good deeds and praised each other with Yan Lin. Both were extremely satisfied with the other's choice of words.

While they were talking, there was a commotion at the door, and then a man covered in blood ran into the house, shouting as he ran: "The barbarian is here, help!"

"thump……"

There was another sound.