After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

Ding Xirui clenched his fist and said, "I'll go get some water."

"Yeah." Lin Mingxuan nodded and looked at Nanxing: "Go get the knife from the medicine box and clean it."

Nan Xing's hands were shaking. It had been a long time since he had seen such a serious patient. Even if he tried his best to save the patient, he might not be able to save him. He opened the medicine box and took out two knives from a small compartment. Lin Mingxuan used these two knives very rarely. He had heard Master Lin talk about the tragic wars during the change of dynasties. There were countless arrow wounds and knife wounds, which could not be cured at all. Now that the world is peaceful, seriously injured patients are rare, and these things for treating external injuries are gradually used less and less.

"Move the patient to the back hall." Lin Mingxuan continued to make arrangements.

Seeing the nervous expressions of the people in the clinic, the big men were very worried. No one dared to ask more questions and just obeyed silently. Ding Xirui called Banxia and Xiaoqi to find several larger wooden basins in the clinic, and then went to the kitchen to ask Aunt Yang to boil some water.

Ding Xirui's heart was still in a knot. She knew better than Nanxing that with such a serious injury, it would be very easy to get bacterial infection. Without antibiotics at this time, if the immune system could not resist, it would be a dead end.

Raw aconite, fragrant angelica, angelica, chuanxiong, arisaema, and the key datura flower. Xiaoqiang prepared the medicine and his palms were sweaty.

Several basins of water were boiled, the water in the large pot in the kitchen was warming, the medicine stove was bubbling, and the Ma Fei San was ready.

"Doctor, can the person be saved?" the big man in the lead asked cautiously.

"We'll try our best. Once we get rid of the bamboo splinters, we'll see if we can survive tonight."

The bamboo splinter was very large and the wound was very deep. Even if the wound was treated, the leg would not recover to normal. What was important was life.

"Do you want your sister-in-law to come over?"

"My sister-in-law is pregnant, this kind of scene is unacceptable."

"What if... we can't explain it."

"Hey, the foreman won't be back until the afternoon..."

Several men were whispering to each other, their faces becoming increasingly ugly.

Xiaoqiang let the injured man take medicine, and his fists slowly loosened, his breathing became steady, and he gradually fell asleep. Lin Mingxuan took off his jacket and tied up his sleeves. Ding Xirui put a plain thin coat on him and brought a handkerchief to cover his face. Everything was ready. Nanxing and Xiaoqiang turned the man sideways and held down his legs. Several big men helped hold down his body. Lin Mingxuan took a deep breath, held the bamboo stick in his hand, and pulled hard.

Blood spurted out, and the outer coat and the handkerchief were suddenly covered with bright red. Without bothering to clean, Lin Mingxuan picked up the knife and removed the dirt and gravel from the wound, then turned the man's body over and quickly immersed the injured leg in the basin. The clear water instantly turned red, and the people around couldn't help but turn their faces away. Nanxing and Xiaoqiang felt their stomachs surging, but they suppressed it and continued to help Lin Mingxuan water, change the water, and rinse the wound.

After the mud was washed away, Lin Mingxuan took the hemostatic and tissue-regenerating powder and sprinkled it on the wound, using nearly half a bottle. Finally, he gently covered the wound with the widest cotton cloth available in the clinic.

"Doctor, are you okay?" asked a big man.

"The big wound has been cleaned up for now. He also has some injuries on his arms and back. Just apply some medicine. Please ask this brother to stay in the clinic today so that it will be easier to take care of him." Lin Mingxuan said.

"Okay, okay." Several big men nodded, and at the same time, they took out the money from their pockets and asked how much they had to pay for the consultation. The shopkeeper took all the money, which was less than one or two taels, without saying anything more. The injured man would need a lot of medicine later, so the money was definitely not enough, but he had to be saved.

The effect of Ma Fei San gradually faded, and the injured man woke up, trembling with pain, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Xiao Qiang cooked some painkillers for him to take, and a big man brought his wife. The woman was pregnant, and her eyes turned red when she saw her husband, but she held back her tears.

It was lunch time, and no one had an appetite, especially Nanxing and Xiaoqiang, who had just had their wounds treated. The hideous and bloody scene was still in their minds and noses. As luck would have it, Aunt Yang cooked kidney bean rice. The red kidney beans mixed in the white rice were very different in color from the blood, but they still caused great discomfort.

"I can't eat." Nanxing sighed.

"Eat. You have to adapt to the medical clinic." Lin Mingxuan said seriously. He said this to Nanxing, but also to himself. He didn't treat many seriously injured patients, and it took a lot of courage to pull out the bamboo strips in the morning.

"Yes..." Nanxing took a few deep breaths and picked up the bowl again.

Aunt Yang fed the man some porridge, and soon he developed a fever. Lin Mingxuan wiped his forehead and arranged for Nanxing to do some work:

"Go get some cool water from the well and wipe his forehead and body."

"Yes."

Then he turned to Xiaoqiang and said, "Prepare some antipyretic soup. If the fever gets worse, take some medicine."

"Yes."

Everyone was getting nervous again. The woman in the small room stroked her belly and said she wanted to go home to get new clothes for the man. Ding Xirui asked Banxia to help her, but the woman waved her hand.

"The road is easy to walk on and not far. I'm fine." The woman walked out steadily.

In the evening, the man's fever became worse and worse. He mumbled nonsense and tried to pull at the wound on his leg. Xiaoqiang tied his hands and fed him medicine, but it didn't seem to work. The woman walked around anxiously, looked at the statue of the King of Medicine hanging on the wall, knelt down, and prayed silently.

Lin Mingxuan simply stayed in the clinic, feeding him medicine, water, and wiping his sweat, and took care of him until midnight, when the man's fever finally subsided. The two people who stayed behind sat on stools, and their tense nerves relaxed.

"Young Master, go to sleep, I'll watch you." Nan Xing rubbed his eyes and said.

"Go to sleep first. I'll wake you up after an hour." Lin Mingxuan patted him and stood up and walked a few steps to wake himself up. "The fever has gone away, which means you've passed a big hurdle. Take good care of yourself in the next few days. There's hope."

"I'd better not sleep, young master. I'll go get another kettle of water and cook some porridge." Nan Xing yawned and went to the kitchen. The injured man in the room also woke up.

"Brother, drink some water." Lin Mingxuan brought the warm water over, and the man drank it in a few gulps. He might not be aware that he had already drunk two bottles of water when he was unconscious.

"Thank you, doctor." The man became clear-headed and had some strength again.

"Brother, you are in good health and made it through." Lin Mingxuan patted his hands. "Sister-in-law is resting in the small room at the back. She wanted to stay with you, but she is pregnant and can't get tired. Do you want to see her?"

"My wife...No need. Thank you, doctor." The man struggled to get up and salute.

"Brother, lie down, drink some porridge later, and take good care of your injuries. You must relax and heal your injuries."

"Relax..." The man was silent for a moment, and his already bloodless lips seemed even paler. "Doctor, can my leg be healed?" he asked.

"Take good care of your injury, it will heal. However, because your calf injury is serious, it may affect your walking..." Lin Mingxuan did not say anything else.

The man's eyes dimmed instantly. He understood in his heart, nodded, turned his face to the side, and unconsciously clenched his hands.

Lin Mingxuan sighed silently, "Brother, if the bamboo splinter had injured someone else, he might have lost his life... You must relax and not let the wound recur."

The man covered his face and said, "Doctor, I am so useless..." Tears fell, "The baby is about to be born, but I can't work and my leg is lame. What should I do in the future?"

"Brother..." Lin Mingxuan didn't know how to comfort him.

Nanxing brought the porridge over, and seeing this, she didn't know what to do. Perhaps the sound startled the woman in the small room behind, and she came in wrapped in thick clothes and grabbed the man's hand.

"Madam..." The man trembled and cried.

Lin Mingxuan and Nanxing looked at each other and quietly went out. The sky was gloomy, without a single star. Neither of them was in the mood for a midnight snack, so they sat in the corridor in a daze.

Snow fell again, swirling around in the courtyard. The lantern swayed gently, perhaps a snowflake drifted in, the light flickered, almost went out, and then lit up again.

"Stop crying and live well." The couple's voices could be faintly heard in the small house.