Into Unscientific Chapter 118

  Chapter 118 I have a way

   "Master, here comes the medicine."

   After entering the house.

  Xie Lao Duguan led Xu Yun to the bedside quickly, and handed the medicine package to Lao Su.

  Old Su took the medicine package and skillfully pulled the packaging line apart.

   Then he twisted a small handful of herbs with his hands, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and said with satisfaction:

   "There is no problem with the medicinal materials. In the first year, go to the courtyard to ignite the medicine."

  Mr. Xie said yes, took the medicine package, pointed to Xu Yun and said:

   "Master, I saw Wang Lin when I came here, and thought that he might have experience in serving people, so I brought him here, you see"

   "Wang Lin?"

  Hearing the name Xie Laodu was talking about, Lao Su was slightly taken aback.

   Then he sized up Xu Yun a few times before he remembered the identity of this young servant in Tsing Yi.

   At this time, four or five days have passed since Xu Yun entered the mansion, and Lao Su is busy with some things these days.

  Although it is not possible to completely forget about his little transparentness, it is true that he has not put too much thought into him.

   After all, his care for Xu Yun was purely out of kindness, and it would be considered the utmost benevolence to remember to bring him back to Jingkou.

  It is impossible to keep in mind the other party's movements all the time.

  It's not that he hasn't helped other refugees over the years, but no matter which family it is, he doesn't need to do the specific implementation.

  Xie Yuannian already had a mature solution model for related processes, and he didn't need to worry too much.

  But now, after hearing what Mr. Xie said, Lao Su remembered Xu Yun's status as an actor:

  Although he personally dislikes the male actor profession, his emotions are mainly aimed at those masters, and it has nothing to do with practitioners like Xu Yun.

Besides, according to the current situation, Xu Yun is indeed the most suitable candidate to serve. It is not that there were no maids in the mansion earlier, but one of those maids counts as one. The scariest scene I have ever seen in my life is the birth or the New Year It's nothing more than killing chickens and bleeding.

  They say they are servants, but in some situations they are indeed inexperienced, and it is difficult to adapt in a short period of time.

  Therefore, Xu Yun is undoubtedly a compromise and suitable candidate between the maid and the five big and three rough nurses who have seen blood.

  So Lao Su didn't hesitate much, Dang even nodded and said:

   "That's very good, Wang Lin, you stay in the house and help the old man fight.

  By the way, come and meet Colonel Zhiguo, the one on the bed is the captain's elder brother Wang Yue, who was wounded in the Western Front and is a hero of the country. "

  Xu Yun stepped forward in response to the sound, and walked in front of Wang Ting.

  Looking at Wang Teng standing upright by the bed, and his elder brother who didn't know his life or death, complex and surging emotions suddenly surged in his heart.

  I saw him thinking for a moment, and bowed solemnly to the king:

   "Villain Wang Lin, I met Captain Zhiguo."

  At this time, Xu Yun was not wearing an official uniform, and he couldn't have long sleeves reaching the floor, and he couldn't even wear his hands over the crown.

   But he did not slack in the whole set of movements, and his waist and legs formed a standard 90° right angle.

  His obeisance was not due to the coercion of his official rank, nor was he forced by the situation.

   And very, very purely to express a trace of respect in my heart.

   This is also a gift of respect for many Chinese compatriots who could not come to this era in future generations.

  The hero who drowned himself in the river, like the twinkling stars in the dark night, will represent the humiliating and dim starry sky in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the embellishment will not be so dark.

  At least when people of later generations look up at the starry sky, they can point to that star and say, look, that is the backbone of our nation!

  Heroic spirit of heaven and earth will remain awe-inspiring for thousands of years.

  Such a hero deserves Xu Yun's worship!

   Actually.

  If it wasn't for the halo, Xu Yun really wanted to tell him:

  Thousands of years later, although the mountains and rivers have changed hands many times, the homeland of China is still there, and the blood of Yan and Huang continues, but the barbarians of the past have long been wiped out.

   And what props up the inheritance of Huaxia's bloodline is the unrivaled integrity reflected in those backbones!

   is also Chinese.

   Soul!

   Strange to say.

  At this time, Wang Ting was originally worried about his elder brother's injury, and didn't care about the behavior of this 'servant' at all.

   But for some reason.

  The moment Xu Yun bowed to him.

  Inexplicably, a silent heaviness surged in his heart, and a warm current flowed quietly, making him involuntarily cast his gaze on Xu Yun.

  It seems that some

Closeness?

  Therefore, for the first time, this cold-faced general held his hands empty and said:

   "Please get up, there is no need to be polite."

  Hearing these words, Old Su couldn't help but slightly raised his eyelids, and gave him a surprised look.

  Wang Tin's grandfather was kind to Lao Su by teaching him his career. In the past few years, the two families had a lot of contacts, and they often visited him during the holidays.

  So he still has a little understanding of Wang Tin's character:

  Don't talk about the distance, let's talk about the near one. Not long ago, at the end of the Western Front, Wang Ting treated Wang Hou coldly.

   Immediately, Lao Su suddenly thought of something, and suddenly something was wrong when he looked at Wang Tin:

  My nephew, Colonel Zhiguo, probably fell in love with Xu Yun at first glance.

   Then he coughed lightly to dispel the disturbing thoughts in his mind.

   beckoned to Xu Yun:

   "Wang Lin, come here."

  After Xu Yun came to him, Lao Su pointed to Wang Yue on the bed and said:

   "Look, the wound on Zhonghou's body is in front of him. When the bandage is stained light yellow with pus, it needs to be uncovered and replaced with a new cloth strip.

   In addition, the sanitary ware under the couch needs to be replaced every three hours, and the **** should be at least 5 hours a day, rotating in the morning and evening.

  As for the cleaning of the lower body, you can leave it to the maid, do you understand? "

  Xu Yun nodded while listening, indicating that he had remembered everything.

  Although he didn't know exactly how many ranks Zhonghou was, but the current king's talent was only from the sixth rank, and it was obviously impossible for Wang Yue to be named a marquis.

  Therefore, if there is no accident, this should be one of the many military official positions in the Song Dynasty.

  Xu Yun's judgment is actually not much different from the facts. Zhonghou is indeed just an ordinary military official, and there are only two levels:

  The Zhonghou of Huaihua who is under the seventh rank, and the Zhonghou of Guide who is under the seventh rank.

   Among them, Wang Yue's rank is Guide Zhonghou, which is lower than his younger brother.

   Friends who know the history of the Northern Song Dynasty should know it.

  The tradition of the Song Dynasty is "emphasis on grades but not on products".

   Therefore, in the imperial army system, the position of the Marquis of Guide is roughly equivalent to the company commander of the reinforced company of the main field army today.

   If you have to say it, it can be regarded as a position with some power, at least not a cannon fodder.

   Although Xu Yun couldn't see Wang Yue's specific wound clearly because of the cloth strips.

   But judging from the thickness of the cloth strips and his physical state, this man is probably also a warrior who takes the lead.

   Then Xu Yun waited for another quarter of an hour, and suddenly heard Lao Su say:

   "Wang Lin, the pus has leaked out, it's time to change the dressing.

  You stand next to the old man, the old man will demonstrate the main points for you once, and you can just follow suit in the future. "

  Xu Yun was shocked, and hurried to the bedside, pretending to listen.

  At this time, Wang Yue had been supported by Wang Tin's shoulders, and his body was raised about thirty degrees.

   Leaning on the cushion back, humming some unknown syllables slightly.

  Old Su held a wooden clamp similar to tweezers, and gently opened Wang Yue's wound.

   With the cloth torn off.

  A strong smell of blood and pus immediately filled the small area at the head of the bed.

  Looking at Wang Yue's chest at this time, he could see a 30-centimeter oblique cut.

  The width is a full three to four centimeters, and the injury is extremely terrifying.

   But maybe it was luck among misfortunes, the incision was cut from Wang Yue's right chest to left abdomen, without passing through the heart.

  As the cloth strip was lifted, a lot of blood flowed from the wound, and what was even more frowning was

   At this time, there are still a lot of carrion and yellow pustules around the wound.

It is clear.

  The wound has shown signs of infection.

  Old Su took off the cloth strip, shook his head and sighed:

   "Mr. Zheng, Zhengru's injury. I'm afraid it's not good."

  Wang Zhi's hands supporting Wang Yue were still steady, and a trace of obvious anger flashed in his eyes:

   "The Weichuan area is dangerous and full of trees, and the Western Xia barbarians took the opportunity to ambush in it and marched in the dark to attack the camp.

  Night raids on camps are commonplace for military strategists. Who would have expected that after the offensive was defended by Zhengru, the Xixia barbarians would shoot poisonous arrows at the central camp without distinguishing between the enemy and ourselves!

  Zhengru led 400 people to kill more than 1,000 enemy troops, but he himself was attacked by a knife, and the knife was also contaminated with poison.

  If it weren't for the strange medicine from the Boy Supervisor to hang his life, Zhengru might not be able to hold on on the way back to Bianjing. "

  Old Su gently picked up a scab with wooden clips, and said with his brows locked:

   "The other party obviously came here for Bo Zhengru's life, the poison was secondary, and the knife edge was stained with feces that had been left for a long time.

  Right now Zhengru's wound is suppurating, and the high fever persists

  Although this prescription of the old man is a folk prescription handed down by the ancestors, but whether it can return to heaven, the old man has no bottom line."

  Wang Zhi heard the words, his face still didn't change much.

   But supporting Wang Yue's hand, he couldn't help but add some strength.

  He lost his father since childhood, and his mother passed away the year before last.

  Although there are a few people in the side branches of the family, except for the nine-year-old son, Wang Yue is the only immediate family member left.

  Although since ancient times, it has been the fate and glory of soldiers to shroud their bodies in horse leather and die in battle.

  But this kind of 'death in war' caused by inferior methods has nothing to do with the word "glory".

  However, everything is going to a bad situation at this time, if the fate of the elder brother is really like this.

  The only thing I can do is to kill more Xia thieves to comfort Wang Yue.

   Just when Wang Bing's mind was ups and downs.

   crunch—

   Mr. Xie, who was decocting medicine in the courtyard, took care of it, and entered the house with a bowl of medicinal soup:

   "Master, the medicine is ready."

  Old Su took the bowl, first tasted it with a spoon, and nodded:

   "The fire is almost ready, Zhengchen, Wang Lin, help Zhengru up."

  Xu Yun heard the words and quickly walked behind Wang Yue, and assisted Wang Tin to straighten Wang Yue, without touching any wounds with his hands.

  Old Su slowly stirred the soup bowl, and delivered the medicine to Wang Yue's mouth spoon by spoon.

  At this time, Wang Yue hadn't completely lost consciousness, so he didn't encounter much trouble in the process of drinking the medicine.

   Less than half a quarter of an hour.

   All the decoction was poured into Wang Yue's stomach.

  Later, Old Su signaled Xu Yun and the others to put Wang Yue on the level, and heaved a long sigh:

   "Whether you can survive or not depends on this medicine.

  If the high fever subsides within three hours, Zhengru is still saved, but if the high fever persists"

  Old Su didn't finish the second half of his sentence, but everyone present were not fools, so they naturally understood the meaning of these words.

   Xu Yun on the side opened his mouth when he saw this, as if he wanted to say something.

   But in the end he still didn't speak, determined to see the effect of Lao Su's medicine first.

One quarter of an hour

  Two quarters of an hour.

  One hour.

  The time passed by one minute and one second, as if it was counting down.

   Three hours later.

  The atmosphere in the house is extremely low:

  It has been three hours since Wang Yue took the medicine, but instead of dropping, his body temperature has risen a lot.

   "Big Brother. Big Brother"

   I don't know if it was affected by the fever, Wang Yue's consciousness became more and more blurred.

  I saw him waving his hands, and kept hooting:

   "Kill the thief. Return my brother Yanyun to kill the thief."

  Seeing this, Wang Zhi could no longer maintain his previous calmness.

  I saw this cold-faced man rushing to the bedside in one step, holding his brother's hand tightly, his eyes were red:

   "Zheng Ru!"

  Old Su on the side saw this and sighed disappointedly,

   Eyes closed, looking bitterly at the sky.

   Just when he was about to recruit Mr. Xie to take charge of some matters, he suddenly heard Xu Yun say:

   "My lord, the injured villain of Zhonghou may have some solutions."

Note:

happy New Year to all! ! Let's see you on New Year's Day! !

  Last day, ask for a monthly pass! !

   It's the first time to celebrate the New Year in a different place, but it's good to have family members around

   In the first month of release, the number of updated words finally stopped at 196,000 words, not breaking 200,000.

   Let's make a guarantee, if it doesn't break 200,000 next month, I'll tell you my former pseudonym

  (end of this chapter)

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