Dressed As a Farm Boy, He Cheated on His Way Out of the Desert.

Chapter 250 Doctor Zhang opens the door to a new world!

“Mr. Zhang, the Marquis just woke up and said... I want you to find a needle and thread to sew up the wound.”

"What?" Doctor Zhang jumped angrily, "Are you crazy? That's skin and flesh, not cloth. How can you sew it with a needle and thread?"

Dongmei opened her mouth anyway and simply gave up.

"Doctor Zhang, think about it, if the clothes are cut open and can be sewn with needle and thread, they can still be worn. Why can't the skin and flesh be healed? And for the wound to grow well, the flesh and blood must be joined together! Use needle and thread to connect the skin and flesh together. It will definitely grow better and faster, and there will be less bleeding.”

 Shenji Zhang was speechless and wanted to get angry, but he still felt that this statement made sense.

 He walked around the room with his hands behind his back, his pace getting faster and faster, and his whole body getting more and more excited.

 “Skin? Clothes? Together?”

In the end, Dongmei couldn't help it and urged, "Doctor Zhang, it's better to do it as soon as possible. The young master's wound is too big and cannot be left to dry like this. It will easily suppurate and it will be dangerous if he gets fever."

Divine Doctor Zhang glared at her and said angrily, "You think I don't know. Aren't I worried that he will suffer? It's skin and flesh, not clothes. How can it not hurt?"

 While he was cursing like this, he rummaged through the medicine box and found a small bottle of medicine.

Dongmei hurriedly found a needle and thread, and then soaked it in strong wine, causing Doctor Zhang to look at her again with suspicion in his eyes.

Dongmei quickly said, "Strong alcohol can kill viruses. Soaking the needles and threads in this way will prevent the wounds from suppurating."

Physician Zhang snorted and said nothing. He reached out and took out the bottle of physiological saline from his arms. He opened it after a lot of effort, and then cleaned the powder on Mr. Ye's wound.

 The severe pain made Mr. Ye unable to help but clench his fists even if he fainted.

Jiayin quickly crawled to him and hugged his arm, "Uncle Ye, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon!"

I don’t know whether it was because he heard the good news or was used to the pain, but Mr. Ye quickly became quiet again.

 There was a flash in Doctor Zhang's eyes, but his hands did not stop. He quickly cleaned the wound and applied a small bottle of medicine on the flesh on both sides of the wound.

"This is a potion I occasionally thought about before. It has no other use. If you apply it, you will be numb for an hour without feeling anything. But this time it came in handy."

As he spoke, he picked up the needle and thread, took a deep breath, trembled slightly, and started sewing.

Sure enough, Mr. Ye didn’t even frown, and it was obvious that he didn’t feel any pain.

 Stitch after stitch, from the initial hecticness to the proficiency, the more Dr. Zhang stitches, the brighter his eyes become.

The one-foot-long knife edge was really like a torn piece of clothing, but it was closed like this, with only a little blood seeping through. It can be said to be a great success.

Shenjiang Doctor Zhang turned around to find the medicine for the wound. Jiayin quickly dipped a clean cloth in strong wine and gave it to Dongmei.

Dongmei was stunned for a moment and quickly wiped the wound around Mr. Ye.

Shenjie Doctor Zhang turned around and saw him, but he didn't say anything. He just sprinkled the wound medicine on the wound, and then wrapped Mr. Ye's upper body like a rice dumpling with clean fine cotton strips as wide as his palm.

 After doing all this, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

 Zhang Shenyi sat down on the kang and asked outside, "Is the soup ready?"

Old Mrs. Li had gone outside early and was busy with her daughter-in-law. Now she hurried in with some medicinal soup.

 “It’s just cooked, just right for eating.”

Shenjie Doctor Zhang called Mr. Li from the hospital to come in and helped pick Mr. Ye up, letting him drink the medicinal soup. After drinking, he climbed down again.

After all this tossing, the white cloth strips wrapped around the wound were not stained with blood. It was obvious that the wound did not open and the stitches were very effective.

Physician Zhang was so excited that he wanted to be full of children. He took the wine bowl and needle and thread and left, leaving only one sentence behind.

“Look at him and call me if he has a high fever.”

 Before he could even finish his words, he disappeared. He didn’t know where he was running or what kind of test stitch he was looking for. Dongmei breathed a long sigh of relief and piled herself on the edge of the bed.

 She was scared to death just now. This is the young master, her master!

Those needles and threads are sewing the skin and flesh. If something goes wrong, the master will die, and so will she!

 Fortunately, fortunately...it worked.

She couldn't help but look up at Jiayin. The little fat girl had lost her usual naughty look and was sitting quietly next to the young master. There was even a bit of determination on her little face...

Perseverance? Such words can actually be used on a two-year-old child.

Dongmei really suspected that she was going crazy, but she happened to be very clear-headed.

Mrs. Li didn't know that Dongmei was so entangled in her heart. She thought she was frightened by her master's injury, so she stepped forward to help her and whispered, "I'll watch over here. How about you go to the next room to sleep for a while?"

Dongmei shook her head desperately, "No, no, old madam, I will stay here. Old madam, just go home and do your work, and she will replace me when I feel sleepy."

The old lady was thinking about her children and grandchildren and did not argue with her. She also wanted to take her granddaughter away. Seeing Jiayin holding Mr. Ye's arm, she sighed again.

 “Be good, Fu Niu, stay here and don’t make trouble, you know?”

"I got it, grandma, I'll stay with Uncle Ye." Jiayin responded obediently, and after coaxing Old Mrs. Li away, she immediately whispered to Dongmei, "Two quarters of an hour later, give Uncle Ye another pill, and it will be better sooner or later." Once each, don’t stop, at least five days.”

After that, she took out two small capsules from her purse and stuffed them into Dongmei, "If Uncle Ye is very hot, take one of these capsules, melt it with a small amount of water, and feed it to Uncle Ye, at least some intervals." Within three hours, the fever was relieved and the pain was relieved.”

Dongmei nodded vigorously and carefully hid the capsule.

At this time, perhaps the anesthetic had worn off, Mr. Ye groaned and woke up, but his eyes were a little hazy and he was obviously still confused.

Jiayin and Dongmei seized the opportunity and quickly fed him pills...

The village chief, Li Lao Er, Li Lao Si and others quietly entered the house and looked at Mr. Ye, and then hurriedly left.

The noble son, who is so embarrassed on weekdays, is mighty general, and is now dying on the cymbal. Whoever watches is distressed.

Tao Hongying rushed to the valley to make lunch, and then brought back a can of light vegetable and lean meat porridge, which she heated on the small stove, waiting for Mr. Ye to wake up and take a few bites.

 It was dusk, and Mr. Ye had a high fever all day long.

 Fortunately, Jiayin’s secret capsules can help reduce fever, so it’s not too dangerous.

Li Laoer and others were worried and searched everywhere for Doctor Zhang. In the end, the old man actually caught a rabbit, shaved it, cut it all over, and sewed it up with needles and threads.

 Everyone who watched felt goosebumps on their bodies, which dissipated instantly...

 When it got dark again, Mr. Ye finally woke up. Although he was still a little feverish, his eyes were a little clearer.

 He moved and gasped in pain, which also woke up the old lady and Dongmei who were napping on the side.

"Young Master, are you awake? Are you hungry? Eat a few mouthfuls of porridge first, and then take the medicine!"

The two of them were so happy that they hurriedly gathered together to serve porridge and medicine.

Mr. Ye felt his arms were heavy and slowly turned his head to look. It turned out that Jiayin had hugged his arms and was sleeping deeply.

 The little fat girl had a sparse brow furrowed and tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, which made him feel sad.

"Auntie..." his voice was hoarse and he told the old lady, "I've made you worried. Take Fu Niu back to sleep and don't get over her illness."

 (End of this chapter)