Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Yang Ze's wound was badly rotten. Since the Yang family gave so much, they would give him 100,000 taels as long as he could be saved. Of course, Song Pan'er would do her best.

Originally, the Yang family wanted to give her two shops in Yong'an County, but Song Pan'er refused because she didn't want to get involved in the dispute between the two branches of the Yang family.

Song Dahe, Qian Jinfeng and others were invited to rest in the yard nearby.

Qian Jinfeng was a little worried. She pulled Song Dahe aside and whispered, "Did you see that Second Master Yang's expression? It was a bit scary!"

Song Dahe also saw it. He pulled out his dagger from his calf and said, "It's okay. If he dares to do anything to our daughter, I don't care whether he is from the Yang family or not. I will stab him."

Qian Jinfeng slapped him in anger, "You're having a seizure again!"

Tie Wenqin held the wine gourd that Chen Yingzhi had given him like a treasure and shook his head when he heard it. "Master and Madam, the young lady knows what's going on. We just need to not hold her back when the time comes."

Qian Jinfeng rolled her eyes at him and said, "You don't have a daughter, so you wouldn't understand."

Tie Wenqin: ...Just tell me when did he not treat Song Pan'er as his own daughter?

He did whatever he was told to do. Did he say anything when his face was covered in blood from the gunpowder explosion?

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Because Yang Ze was a VIP who had spent a lot of money, Song Pan'er was relatively generous and gave him an anesthetic.

She didn't let Yang Mingyuan go out and wait. People spent 100,000 taels, so they had to see where the money was spent, right?

When the wound on the back was opened, a foul odor hit them in the face. Song Pan'er and Feng Nian'er were wearing masks, but Old Lady Yang and Yang Mingyuan were in a terrible state. The smell went straight to their brains through their noses, and it was so sour and refreshing.

The room was brightly lit. Madam Yang was standing by holding a lamp. When she saw the wound covered with rotting flesh and maggots, she could no longer bear it. She stuffed the glass lamp into Yang Mingyuan's hand, covered her mouth, and rushed to the outer room.

Yang Mingyuan: ...

Just as he was about to take over Madam Yang's position, his mother handed him the glass lamp.

Yang Mingyuan: ...

Just now he wanted to go to the front, but was pushed to the back by his mother and wife.

Now, they've all run away. How can he bear it alone?

"Master, don't shake your hands." Feng Nian'er supported Yang Mingyuan's arm and reminded him in a low voice, "Hold the lamp well, otherwise it will affect Pan'er's performance."

Yang Mingyuan stared at the mask on her face, "Doctor Feng, do you have any more of these face towels?"

Feng Nian'er's eyes curved, "No more."

Yang Mingyuan: ...

There are plenty of masks, but Feng Nian'er did it on purpose, just to impress these people and let them know how difficult it is for Pan'er to treat and save lives.

It won’t kill him if he stinks, so just bear with it. He is his own son after all.

Yang Ze lay on the bed, feeling drowsy and groggy. He only felt something cold scraping against his wound.

Song Paner was wearing medical gloves, a small headlamp on her head, and holding the scalpel very steadily in her hand.

Feng Nian'er sat on a round stool, holding a tray in her hand, watching Song Pan'er clean up the rotten pieces one by one.

Seeing that the cleaning was almost done, she whispered, "Master Yang, check if the boiled water has cooled down."

Yang Mingyuan swallowed his saliva and turned to see Mrs. Yang coming in after finally finishing vomiting. She hurriedly urged, "Hurry up and see if the water has cooled down."

Mrs. Yang nodded and quickly went to the outer room. After a while, she came back with a small half basin of cold water.

Song Pan'er wet the gauze, cleaned the wound, took out a spray bottle of spiritual spring water from the medicine basket, sprayed the wound with the dead flesh removed with the spiritual spring water, and then began to suture it and sprinkled hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder on it.