After crossing over: kidnapping a female hunter to be the stepfather of the three cubs

Zhao Huanxi remembered that there was a barefoot doctor in the village, an elder of the Lu family, who seemed to be of the same generation as Old Master Lu. He lived at the east end of the village, so he hurriedly sent his eldest and second sons to invite Doctor Lu.

The two girls didn't dare to delay and immediately ran out of the door in the dark. It is said that children have good eyesight and they can see the road even in the pitch black outside.

When Xiao Nian saw her mother coming back, she followed Zhao Huanxi closely without leaving her side. At this time, Zhao Huanxi lit the tung oil lamp that she had bought that day and fell into deep thought while looking at the man on the bed.

"Mom, will Uncle Xu die?" Xiao Nian's face was full of worry, and she asked Zhao Huanxi sadly.

"No, your Uncle Xu is very lucky and will be fine."

Zhao Huanxi was actually unsure, so she could only change the subject. "Have you had dinner? Did you listen to your sister at home?"

Xiao Nian thought about what happened today and said to Zhao Huanxi, "Mom, we had porridge and a lot of snacks, and I also helped my sisters wash clothes."

He raised his chin proudly and waited for his mother's praise.

Zhao Huanxi understood immediately and picked up Xiao Nian and said to her, "Our little Nian Nian is so well behaved. At such a young age, she already knows how to help her sisters wash clothes. I wonder how happy I will be in the future."

Hearing his mother praising him, Xiao Nian felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey, so he got down from Zhao Huanxi's arms and ran to the kitchen with his short legs.

After a while, she brought back a bowl of brown rice porridge and ran to the kitchen to get chopsticks for Zhao Huanxi. "Mom, eat it. My sister left some for me. She said I'd be hungry when I got home, so I asked you to finish it when I got home."

Zhao Huanxi looked at the large bowl and thought that these girls probably didn't eat much and left it all for him.

So he pulled Xiao Nian over, and the mother and daughter wolfed down the bowl of porridge in the bedroom. Zhao Huanxi usually paid attention to dining etiquette, but now he was almost starving and didn't care about etiquette.

When the mother and daughter were almost done eating, the eldest and second sons came with Doctor Lu and a medicine box.

When Doctor Lu entered the room and saw Xu Qingzhao, whose face was red with fever, he immediately went forward to feel his pulse. "What's wrong, Uncle Lu?"

Zhao Huanxi handed the bowl to the eldest brother and sent the three of them to the kitchen. Then he walked forward and asked.

Doctor Lu shook his head, put his hand on the patient's pulse and thought for a moment before saying, "Where did you carry him back from? How did he get injured like this? Fortunately, the bleeding was stopped in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

Zhao Huanxi replied to Doctor Lu, "I went into the mountains today to pick some mushrooms. I saw him lying under a tree, breathing heavily but not out, so I found some herbs and gave them to him. He later woke up and said he was from Dashi Village, so I dragged him back."

Doctor Lu then examined Xu Qingzhao's wound. Although it was wrapped in a simple bandage with herbs, it only treated the symptoms and not the root cause. So he took out a few herbs from his medicine box and asked Zhao Huanxi to boil them for him to drink.

Zhao Huanxi was stunned. She didn't have a clay pot at home. An iron pot couldn't be used to boil medicine, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and borrow one from a neighbor.

The neighbor who lived next door was a relative of the Lu family and had a good relationship with Old Lady Tian. When they heard Zhao Huanxi came to borrow the clay pot, they generously handed it over to Zhao Huanxi. Zhao Huanxi took the clay pot, thanked her, and went home to boil the medicine.

Doctor Lu removed the cloth and saw that Xu Qingzhao's thigh had been scratched by something. The bone inside the wound was visible, which looked shocking. Doctor Lu asked Zhao Huanxi to get salt water and clean the wound.

He took out a tiny silver needle, threaded it with fine mulberry bark thread, and asked Zhao Huanxi to bring the oil lamp closer and burn the silver needle at high temperature to disinfect it.

Doctor Lu took a deep breath, picked up the silver needle and started to suture Xu Qingzhao.

Zhao Huanxi had not expected that there was such a high-tech surgical procedure as suturing at that time, and the thread used was also very professional. The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

The operation lasted for nearly half an hour, and Doctor Lu gradually got used to it from the initial nervousness. By the time the stitches were done, Xu Qingzhao on the bed was already sweating from the pain. Although he was unconscious, tears came out of his eyes from the pain.

Zhao Huanxi doesn't know how to give anesthesia. If he had an anesthetic needle, the patient would probably feel better.

So he asked Doctor Lu: "Uncle Lu, do you have any medicine that can make people unconscious?"

Doctor Lu nodded. "You're talking about Ma Fei San, right? It's said that in ancient times, some people could chat and laugh with their doctors while having their bones scraped. It was said that they took this Ma Fei San. But over time, Ma Fei San has long been lost. Otherwise, who knows how many people it would benefit by now."

Zhao Huanxi thought of the story of Hua Tuo scraping Guan Yu's bones to treat his injuries, which he had learned as a child. So he asked curiously, "Uncle Lu, is the doctor who invented Ma Fei San called Hua Tuo?"

Doctor Lu shook his head. "No, it's called another name. Why are you interested in this?"

Zhao Huanxi put down the oil lamp, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "No, no, I'm just curious." After that, he walked towards the kitchen. Several little girls were dozing off in front of the fire. He walked up to them, woke them up, and urged them to go to bed.

Zhao Huanxi's house had two bedrooms. The other one was originally where the little girls slept, with an old straw mat on the bed. Zhao Huanxi felt sorry for the children, so she always slept with the little girls in the master bedroom. Therefore, the other room had been empty, used to store miscellaneous items.

Xu Qingzhao was currently sleeping in the master bedroom, so he could only take out his old bedding and spread it on the other tattered bed. After a quick tidy up, he let them go to sleep. He still had to keep an eye on Xu Qingzhao.

After the little girls fell asleep, the medicine was almost ready. I took out the ceramic bowl, poured the medicine out and brought it into the bedroom.

When Doctor Lu saw Zhao Huanxi coming back, he took the medicine bowl from Zhao Huanxi and helped Xu Qingzhao drink the medicine.

Then he said to Zhao Huanxi, "His current condition depends on whether his fever can be reduced tonight. If not, we can only send him to the town clinic. I hope he can survive this."

After giving a few more instructions on things to pay attention to, Doctor Lu carried the medicine box and left Zhao Huanxi's house.

Zhao Huanxi looked at the unconscious Xu Qingzhao and thought that he had done everything he could. All that was left was to see if he could survive. If he did, it would be fine, but if not... Well, I wish him good luck.

After Doctor Lu left Zhao Huanxi's yard, he did not go back to his own home, but changed direction and walked towards the village chief's house.

dong dong dong.

"Who is it?" "It's me, Lu Youqing."

It was Sun, the village chief's eldest daughter-in-law, who opened the door. "Uncle Youqing, my father is inside. I'll take you there."

When Sun saw that the visitor was Doctor Lu, she knew that he was looking for her father-in-law Lu Youmao, so she took Doctor Lu to knock on Lu Youmao's door.

"Dad, Uncle Qing is here and wants to see you."

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and after inviting Doctor Lu in, Lu Youmao's wife, Da Sun, came out, not wanting her niece to eavesdrop.