The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

"what?!"

Jiang quickly stood up and looked in the direction of Song Yuntang.

"Tang'er..."

Song Yuntang reacted without having time to listen to what she said. He left the kitchen and went to the room to get the medicine box, but saw that Xu Qingye had already taken out her medicine box.

Xu Yongwang also came out of the house and urged several people in the yard.

"Come on, let's go and take a look."

……

After closing the gate, the family rushed to their uncle's house.

Hu'er was being held in the arms of his aunt Zhang at this moment. She was holding a handkerchief to cover the wound on his forehead and calling him "my dearest baby" out of heartache. His daughter-in-law He, who was standing next to him, had already cried with red eyes out of fear.

The old couple Xu Yuande, who lived next door, were alarmed by the noise here and came home. They were looking in Huer's direction with worried looks on their faces.

There were some villagers standing outside the yard watching the excitement, all of them with frowns on their faces as they watched what was happening in the yard.

Hu'er had originally stopped crying.

When she met Jiang and Xu Yongwang, her little mouth curled up again.

"Uncle, aunt."

As he spoke, he looked like he was about to cry.

Seeing Hu'er's face half covered in blood, Jiang couldn't bear it and hurried forward to comfort him softly, "Be good, Hu'er. Your aunt is a very good doctor. She will be able to cure Hu'er soon."

The adults who were originally surrounding Hu'er spontaneously made room for Song Yuntang who was carrying the medicine box.

Song Yuntang placed the medicine box beside him and asked, "Has the bleeding stopped?"

Zhang sniffed.

"It doesn't seem to be bleeding as much now."

Song Yuntang nodded, opened the medicine box, took out the hemostatic medicine and held it in his hand, and with his other hand he carefully uncovered the handkerchief in Zhang's hand.

The bleeding has not stopped completely and is still flowing out in small amounts.

But this is not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome thing is that the wound on Huer's forehead is deep. If it is not sutured, it will probably leave a relatively obvious sunken scar later.

Even so, the bleeding must be stopped first.

Song Yuntang gently poured the medicine in his hand onto the wound.

Hu Er sniffed, looking at Song Yun Tang who was treating his wounds seriously, and asked in a low voice with tears in his eyes, "Aunt, will Hu Er die?"

Song Yuntang shook his head, his voice gentle.

"With Auntie here, you'll be fine." She looked up at He, who was standing beside her with a worried look on her face. "Auntie, go get a basin of cold water. I'll clean Hu'er's wound."

He wiped her tears and hurried to pour some water.

Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, Song Yuntang looked at his aunt Zhang, uncle Xu Yongfu and cousin Xu Chengji.

"The wound on Hu'er's forehead is quite deep. It may leave a noticeable sunken scar later. I do have a way to repair the scar to the point where it's not visible to the naked eye, but it will be painful. I wonder if Hu'er can handle it?"

Hu'er pursed his lips.

"Tiger is a man, he can handle it."

Song Yuntang smiled and touched his head, "Aunt believes that Hu'er is very brave."

With her affirmation, the expression on Hu'er's face became firm.

After hesitating, Zhang asked, "What method?"

If possible, she certainly doesn't want her grandson to have a scar on his forehead. Regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, a scar would look unsightly and would make it difficult to get married in the future.

Song Yuntang looked at her and said, "Use a needle and fine thread to sew up his wound. A wound over half an inch long and this deep will need at least five stitches. Remove the stitches after the wound heals. Then use scar cream for a while. The scar on his forehead will be almost invisible."

Fortunately, there was no pulsating bleeding, otherwise I would have needed at least seven or eight or even ten stitches.

Although she majored in Traditional Chinese Medicine in her previous life, she also dabbled in this kind of surgery. Precisely because she was good at using silver needles, her suturing skills were no worse than those of surgeons.

He had just walked out of the kitchen with some water in her hand. When she heard Song Yuntang's words, she was so scared that she almost spilled the water in her hand.

It hurts so much when I accidentally prick my finger while doing needlework. Now my own son has to get stitches on his skin. It’s hard to imagine how painful it must be.

Hu'er is still a child.

How could he bear such pain?

"Does it have to be this way?"

She put the water aside, stroked Huer's head, and asked with a distressed look on her face.

Not only her, but even the people around who were watching the excitement fell silent.

Xu Qingye's daughter-in-law is really brave. She even dares to suture the wound on the skin. Many children in the family suffer from bumps and bruises when they are young, but I have never heard of any doctor suture the wound.

Song Yuntang wet a clean cotton cloth and started to clean the blood stains on Hu'er's face.

"If you don't mind leaving a scar on his face, just stop the bleeding. As for suturing, I can use acupuncture to relieve Hu'er's pain, but I can't completely eliminate it. Before Hu'er's wound heals, please consider it for now."

If she had Ma Fei San, it would be much easier to do, but unfortunately she didn't have time to look for the Datura flower.

The whole plant of Datura is highly poisonous and is rarely used in daily life. It is usually not available in pharmacies, but it is indeed one of the indispensable medicinal ingredients in making Ma Fei San.

He felt unsure and looked at Zhang.

"mother……"

Zhang looked at Hu'er in her arms with a look of distress on her face. "Auntie is stitching up Hu'er's wound. Are you afraid?"

Hu'er shook his head, "Hu'er is not afraid. Hu'er doesn't want to be scarred."

When Song Yuntang heard Hu'er's answer, she took out the thin needle and silk thread she had prepared from the medicine box, and also took out a small bottle of white wine from the bottom layer of the medicine box.

First use white wine to disinfect the silk thread, thin needle and silver needle.

After threading the needle extremely skillfully, she first placed the needle and thread in a small porcelain dish wiped with white wine in the medicine box, picked up the silver needle and inserted it into several acupuncture points of Hu'er, then paused for a moment and began to pick up the needle and thread to quickly suture Hu'er's wound.

The people watching the excitement around didn't dare to make a sound.

Looking at Song Yuntang's extremely skillful technique, she felt that even when she embroidered on cloth, she was not as skilled as she was at sewing on the skin.

Because the injured area was already numb from the pain, and Song Yuntang used acupuncture to relieve the pain, and his acupuncture technique was quick and accurate, Hu'er was able to endure the pain from the stitches on his forehead for the time being.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Seeing this, Song Yuntang couldn't help but admire the courage of this little guy.

Ordinary children would be frightened and burst into tears when seeing such a scene, and there are very few children who can actively cooperate.

"All right."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuntang had already tied a knot and picked up a pair of scissors to cut the silk thread.

Afterwards, he removed the silver needle left on Hu'er's body, found a small box of anti-inflammatory ointment from the medicine box and gave it to He.

"Tell Hu'er not to do strenuous exercise these days to prevent the sutured wound from breaking open. Keep him away from water, keep the wound clean, and eat a light diet. I'll come remove his stitches in about six or seven days, and then I'll bring a box of scar-removing cream for my cousin's wife."