Chapter 0008 Treatment of Gunshot Wounds

Since he learned medicine from foreigners, why does he still seek Master Huang to learn bone-setting? In my opinion, Master Huang is still the more skilled one

"What can we do if it doesn't work? We are the people, and they are the officials!" Huang Feihong's voice was low, filled with desolation and helplessness.

"What do you understand?" Pork Rong said angrily

You, you... pig, pig, pig..." As he walked ahead holding the medicine, Ya Casi heard Zhu Rou's words and became furious, turning around to scold, but unfortunately, he kept getting tongue-tied

Ding! Congratulations on successfully treating Uncle Jiu, who was injured by a foreign gun while selling vegetables. You have been rewarded with 1500 cultivation points

Wow, junior brother, I didn't expect you to have this skill! Remember to teach your senior brother in the future!" Seeing Ye Xuan, Zhu Rou Rong said with a smile, then leaned over to look at the box containing the bullets and asked, "Is this the iron bullet of the foreign gun?"

"If you can't even speak Chinese, what medicine can you take?" Zhu Rorong snatched the medicine that Ya Ca Su was holding and pushed him aside forcefully

Alright, Uncle Jiu, just lie down and don't move for the next few days; resting for a few days will be fine

Tooth ... ... Scrub Su! '' Pork Rong stretched out his hand to reveal a set of protruding teeth, deliberately mimicking the way Tooth Scrub Su tangled his tongue.

"Master, can someone who relies on the yamen really be capable?" Ye Xuan, who had finished packing his belongings, stood at the door and suddenly said to Huang Feihong.

Isn't he just Master Huang's apprentice? I remember that he came to Baozhilin for less than half a year, could his medical skills really be better than Master Huang's?

"Then are we still alive? We do not rely on those Manchurian dogs, those Manchurian tyrants who occupy our Central Plains, and now they are colluding with the red-haired devils to sell out our beautiful mountains and rivers." Upon hearing Huang Feihong's words, Zhu Rou Rong was filled with rage. He walked out of the treatment room, heavily placed the medicine tray he was holding on the table, drew a trident from the side, and shouted at the members of the militia standing outside: "Brothers of the militia, let us go and dismantle the foreign ships."

That's good! Huang Feihong said with a sigh of relief

... ...

Do you know anything? Do you know who that person is?

"Master, who has Nine Uncle offended? How could someone shoot at him with a foreign gun?" Seeing Nine Uncle being helped inside to rest, Zhu Rou Rong asked with a curious expression.

Sigh! Huang Feihong sighed and shook his head, saying: "Now there are so many foreign ships in the port, and the national flags are all mixed up. Uncle Jiu cannot distinguish them, so he mistakenly boarded the wrong foreign ship and was shot by foreigners without any distinction. Now that the capital is promoting the Self-Strengthening Movement, regardless of the disputes, it is still us Chinese who suffer losses"

"Yes, Master!" Lingyun Kai and Yacasou, upon hearing Huang Feihong's command, quickly began to prepare

"It's nothing, Master. I will tidy up these items first. If there are any patients later, they can be used as well," Ye Xuan said with a smile, and then began to organize some medical supplies nearby, carefully placing them into the medical emergency kit.

Why isn't Master Huang letting this little kid treat it? Is this little fellow capable?

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Ah Xuan!" Huang Feihong said with satisfaction as he patted Ye Xuan on the shoulder, then turned to Zhu Rou Rong, who was standing nearby, and said: "Shi Rong, bring over the golden sore medicine."

Ye Xuan would not carelessly place the simple medical first aid kit, which he purchased from the system store using a total of 500 cultivation points. Although the contents are not abundant, they are extremely precious in this era, and even having money does not guarantee a place to buy them

Alright, Master, now all you need to do is apply the golden sore medicine for Uncle Jiu, change it every two days, and remove the stitches after seven days, and everything will be fine

You two help Uncle Jiu to rest inside" As Ye Xuan put away the items, Huang Feihong instructed the two apprentices beside him

Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside. Huang Feihong raised his eyebrows and changed his expression, abruptly saying to the two apprentices beside him: "It is Shierong, you two quickly go help him open the middle door"

After searching for a while without success, I noticed Huang Feihong looking over and could only smile obsequiously, saying: "Master, I have not received any formal education"

No need to be polite, no need to be polite!" Ye Xuan waved his hand and said with a smile

Master Huang is certainly impressive, but this field has its own specialties. Just look at how proficient Ye Xuan's techniques are

"Fellow disciples, what are you arguing about?" Huang Feihong said helplessly

That person is named Ye Xuan, and he is indeed a disciple of Master Huang. He has been at Baozhilin for less than half a year; I remember it has only been a little over four months.

Master! Pork Rong respectfully replied.

"Ah Xuan, how are you?" Huang Feihong stood nearby, fully focused on Ye Xuan as he first disinfected all the medical instruments, then took out a bottle of yellow liquid and applied a large amount to the injured area of Uncle Jiu, reportedly for disinfection. Subsequently, he surprisingly took out a sharp surgical knife and made an incision at the site of Uncle Jiu's injury

Pig, pig ... ...

"Senior Brother, there's no need to trouble yourself, I will handle it!" Ye Xuan smiled at Ya Ca Su, and at a glance, he spotted a medicine bottle labeled 'Golden Wound Medicine.' He took it, sprinkled the medicine on Jiu Shu's wound, and then took out a pure cotton elastic bandage to wrap the wound.

"A Kai, please go and bring in a basin of hot water. A Su, you go and help bring the medicine over," Huang Feihong instructed Ling Yunkai and Ya Ca Su beside him.

Hehe, I happen to know a little bit about this. Ye Xuan used to study medicine in the United States before returning. He came to Baozhilin just to learn about bone-setting and martial arts from Master Huang.

"Pig, pig, pig..." Ya Ca Su nearly fell while holding the medicine, but Zhu Rou Rong caught him with a kick.

Yes, do you know?

Puh! Yacasu suddenly poured a bucket of cold water over Zhu Rou Rong's head, instantly turning him into a drenched pig. "Cold, cold, calm down, calm down!"

Just as Uncle Jiu was expressing his gratitude, the system in his mind finally conveyed the message of task completion

"Golden sore medicine, golden sore medicine, it consists of three characters, but how can all of these be three characters?" Upon hearing Huang Feihong's instructions, Zhu Rou Rong hurriedly flipped through the medicine bottles he was holding, looking distressed.

Yes, Master

After laughing, Ye Xuan began to concentrate, picked up the tweezers, pried open the wound on Jiu Shu's body, inserted the tweezers inside, and extracted the bullet that was lodged in the flesh.

You also said that he has only been here for more than four months, and has only studied for more than four months. Master Huang asked him to treat Uncle Jiu's gunshot wound. Even if Master Huang wants to teach his disciple, it cannot be done this way. If things go wrong, Uncle Jiu might lose his life

Indeed, this is a life-threatening injury. Why doesn't Master Huang take action himself

So you don't know, do you know what Ye Xuan was doing before coming to Baozhilin?

Master, I am teaching him to be a Chinese!" Zhu Rorong stepped forward, watching Ye Xuan who was extracting the bullet, while speaking to Huang Feihong

Thank you, Mr. Ye! Uncle Jiu looked at Ye Xuan with a face full of gratitude

Huang Feihong turned his head to look at his two lively disciples, then glanced back at Ye Xuan, who was seriously performing the surgery, shook his head, and sighed, saying: "Asu, quickly bring over the medicine"

"Ah Xuan, you have worked hard, take a break first!" Huang Feihong said with concern, looking at Ye Xuan whose forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"It's nothing, Master. Fortunately, this shot didn't hit a vital area, and it was just a Mauser iron bullet. The injury isn't very severe. I'll take out the bullet later, stitch up the wound, disinfect it to prevent tetanus, and then apply your wound medicine. After resting for about ten days, he should be fine." Ye Xuan said, staring at Jiu Shu's wound.

"At your age, acting so impulsively is unacceptable. You are not allowed to interfere in this matter!" Huang Feihong said sternly.

Outside the healing room, some people gathered at the door and windows, watching Ye Xuan inside the room, who was wearing medical gloves, a mask on his face, and holding a scalpel, discussing among themselves

Do not be so formal, just call me senior brother

I do not know, do you know?

Hearing Huang Feihong's words, Ye Xuan's lips curled into a faint smile beneath his mask. There was no helping it; every time he thought of how his senior brother had damaged three doors of the Baozhilin over the past four months, Ye Xuan couldn't help but want to laugh

Master! Master! ... ...

"Then why are you laughing at him for not being able to speak Chinese?" Huang Feihong shot a displeased glance at Zhu Rou Rong, and then said to Ya Ca Su: "A Su, you come and find him!"

"Meat Rong, you called me fat even though I haven't gained any weight." Pork Rong shot a glare at Ya Ca Su, and as he walked away, he said, "You've been back for so long, yet you still can't speak Chinese."

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, without saying a word. First, he helped Uncle Jiu clean the wound, and then picked up the medical needle and thread placed beside him to stitch up Uncle Jiu's injury

"Se Rong!" Huang Feihong, who was standing at the door, suddenly said

"This is a matter of life and death. I need to go to the authorities and clarify this issue with the foreigners. Otherwise, how can we Chinese people continue to live in Foshan in the future?" Huang Feihong returned to the hall and sat down, picked up his pipe, and took a deep puff.