Dream Hua Embers Records

"Look carefully, listen carefully, I will teach you everything." After Dai Zihe finished speaking, he raised half of the wild ginseng in his hand, "His injury is too serious, he needs to be hanged with ginseng, and the ginseng needs to be cut obliquely like this , put the cut part into the patient's mouth, so that the essence of ginseng can be released with saliva. The ginseng should be cut obliquely so that the contact surface with saliva is large enough. The ginseng bought in ordinary folk pharmacies is often cheaper than this Much smaller, so pay more attention to that."

Yan Yin nodded repeatedly.

Dai Zihe narrated while clearing the wound, "The bruise on his leg did not reach his knees, and his life is safe. Therefore, the most important thing at present is to straighten his muscles and bones to ensure that they are not in place, so that he can walk as usual after heals. There will be lameness, and there will be no symptoms of flexion or stretching or pain before Destiny."

After hearing this, Shu Ke heaved a sigh of relief, and Yan Yin also felt relieved, and asked, "But, you have straightened his muscles and bones now, what should I do if he moves after he wakes up and accidentally misplaces it again?" ?”

Dai Zihe sighed softly, "The reason why God makes people feel pain is not to torture people on purpose, but to save people's lives when they are injured. His muscles and bones are injured, and he will feel severe pain when he moves. Just keep it still, this will help the wound heal." Dai Zihe glanced at Yan Yin when he said this, "So you have to be careful yourself, even a little bit of pain should be taken care of, it might be Big problem, don't be careless."

Yan Yin nodded in agreement.

As Dai Zihe spoke, his hands did not stop for a while, debridement, detumescence, cutting off carrion, bone setting, suturing... Seeing the purple swollen leg gradually become shallower and thinner, seeing the mass of broken flesh and blood gradually take shape , Yan Yin also gradually opened her eyes wide, staring curiously at every movement of Dai Zihe, she no longer felt sick.

Yan Yin was engrossed in learning, when suddenly the door opened, and four servants came in carrying a black sheep.

Dai Zihe ordered, "Kill."

One of them swung a knife and cut the throat of the sheep, and the other raised the knife and cut off one of the sheep's hind legs.

The sheep was still breathing for a while, twitching, bleating and screaming.

Yan Yin couldn't bear it in her heart, she couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

"It is great mercy for a doctor to save people, but at the same time of saving people, sometimes cruel killing is necessary. Human beings are the head of all spirits, and human life is always higher than the lives of other living beings. As long as you don't kill people indiscriminately, If you don't waste money and make the best use of everything, you are worthy of them." Dai Zihe didn't turn his head, but he knew what Yan Yin was thinking, and explained patiently.

Dai Zihe took the leg of lamb, skillfully peeled off the sheepskin, and cut off a large piece of meat along the texture, placed it on the place where Xiaoluzi's carrion was cut off, sprinkled some medicinal powder, and covered it with sheepskin to bandage.

Yan Yin had never dreamed of this kind of treatment method, so she couldn't help opening her eyes wide, her face full of surprise.

"This is good for muscle growth, and it's also good for the newly grown muscles to maintain their original shape. Wrapping them with fresh sheepskin is not as easy to stick to the wound as cotton cloth, but it has to be changed every other day." Dai Zi explained while cleaning up. Contamination of blood and dirt.

"Be careful, keep the room warm. Don't move him within seven days. If he wakes up and feels itchy, it's fine. If he doesn't feel it, call me quickly. You can only drink alcohol for three days. Some sugar and honey water, you can’t eat, and you can drink some porridge after three days.” Dai Zihe instructed while washing his hands.

Shu Ke scratched his ears and cheeks, overjoyed, nodded repeatedly, and just about to say something, a servant suddenly walked in from outside the door.

"Pass down the order of the chief of the capital, tonight you can enter the imperial study to serve the emperor's pen and ink." The servant said expressionlessly.

"Why do you let me go? I am serving the little Sabrang, not the emperor." Shu was not convinced.

"Little Sanlang is sick and cannot serve the emperor, so naturally he has to be replaced by someone around him." After the servant said this, he exaggeratedly said, "Little Sanlang? Are you not Are you sick? Why did you come to the dirty place where the slaves live? If there is a mistake, what happened?"

Although Yan Yin is young, she has lived in the palace for a long time, and she knows all about the dirty things in the palace, such as intrigues and power struggles. Zihe and himself came over and took the opportunity to tease him.So Yan Yin said lightly, "Yes, I've recovered from my illness, and I'm going to take care of my father tonight, please tell the governor, please don't worry."

"Little Sanlang..." Shu Ke whispered.

Yan Yin nodded, indicating that there is nothing to worry about.

Yan Qicheng flipped through the memorial distractedly, it was Yan Qihao's battle report.Conquering Daliang and annihilating [-] enemies is a great joy, but Yan Qicheng is not happy at all. The face of his eighth younger brother Yan Qixin always flashes in front of his eyes. His face when he was a child, white and fat, with curved eyebrows and eyes, piercing his hands and feet Called "fourth brother hug".

Yan Qisheng offended the late emperor because he resisted the decree to get married back then, so the late emperor did not make an decree to choose another good match for him.Yan Qicheng still misses the Pucha family who died young, and he simply doesn't take concubines, so he still has no heirs when he is over [-] years old.Yan Qixin was ten years younger than Yan Qisheng, and when he was a child, he was attached to Yan Qisheng all day long, and those who didn't know him thought he was Yan Qisheng's son.Later, when the brothers seized the throne, Yan Qisheng was afraid of hurting the young Yan Qixin, so he found a reason and broke off contact with his mother, concubine and younger brother.After winning the throne, his mother and concubine passed away, so Yan Qicheng made up for all the debts owed to Yan Qixin, and responded to his requests, let him have fun, and only hoped that he could stay away from swords and soldiers under his own wings, and live a life of peace and contentment. , happy and safe.Unexpectedly, by mistake, Yan Qixin not only led the army to the battlefield, but was also trapped to death...

Yan Qicheng felt agitated, and suddenly dropped the fold, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small figure kneeling beside the table and trembled, obviously startled.

Why is he such a young child again today?Yan Qicheng frowned, thinking of the child who was scolded yesterday, he suddenly felt a tinge of pity, wanted to find someone to ask him if he was dead or alive, but was lazy and wasted his mind, the thought was only fleeting, and he threw it away.

"Pour tea." Yan Qicheng ordered when he saw that the tea was getting cold, but for the first time he didn't get angry.

"Yes..." The little figure replied vaguely, and stood up staggeringly, as if his legs were numb from kneeling for too long.

Yan Qicheng frowned even tighter, staring at the hands holding the cup as if making a mistake, watching him lower his head and pour out the remaining tea, refill it to [-]% full, and carefully cup it with both hands.Those pointed fingers and pink nails are very clean.

Suddenly, the child let out a low cry, shook his hands, and poured half a cup of tea on the table.The child didn't care about the tea, but grabbed the bag and hugged it in his arms, as if he was afraid that it would be stained by the tea.

"Presumptuous!" Yan Qicheng slapped the table violently.

The little figure trembled, and then knelt down on the ground, holding the folder in his arms, as if he was holding some kind of treasure.

The author has something to say: the mutton, the imperial staff of the Ming Dynasty really treated it in this way, and said that mutton can grow together with human flesh, which seems to have no basis, but it seems that pig skin is used to treat burns, so it is not completely unreasonable