She picked up the young prime minister while fleeing famine

People say that stitching without anesthesia is very painful, but Li Dalang's injury was so severe that the pain of the needle piercing his flesh was nothing compared to the pain of his stomach being cut open.

So, with a heavy heart, Dr. Li followed Banxia's instructions, sterilized the embroidery needle by heating it over a fire, bent it, and stitched up Li Dalang's wound bit by bit.

Li Dalang didn't feel anything during this process because the wound itself was very painful, so the pain from the needle prick was negligible.

Li Dalang's wife, San Niang, felt sorry for her husband. With Banxia's permission, she would feed him a spoonful of jam every now and then.

Each time he took a sip, Li Dalang's complexion improved considerably, but no one noticed this amidst the tense atmosphere of Doctor Li stitching up his wounds.

Everyone watched intently as Doctor Li stitched up the wound, carefully piecing together Li Dalang's torn belly.

Finally, after the last stitch was completed, Banxia rushed forward to clean the wound and stop the bleeding.

After a series of events, everyone was surprised to find that Li Dalang's wound had indeed stopped bleeding.

No bleeding means he has a chance of survival.

"My God, the bleeding has really stopped!"

“Look, Li Dalang’s complexion has improved a lot.”

"That's right, he was clearly about to die just now."

"Li Langzhong's medical skills are getting better and better."

"Thank goodness, they're saved! They're saved!"

"..."

Everyone gathered around, chattering amongst themselves, all expressing their relief that Li Dalang had been spared.

Even Li Dalang's family members were so excited that they repeatedly thanked Doctor Li.

Once the bleeding stops, it means there's a chance to survive; the person won't die immediately.

"He's only survived temporarily. You still need to take good care of him. If the wound gets infected and he develops a fever, then even a miracle won't save him." Although Li Langzhong breathed a sigh of relief, he still solemnly instructed Li Dalang's wife.

"Second Uncle, I know, I will definitely take good care of Dalang." Third Aunt hurriedly agreed.

Li Langzhong and Li Dalang share the same surname. Although they are not direct relatives, they are related by blood.

Seeing that the bleeding had really stopped, he quickly pulled Banxia aside.

"Banxia, ​​my son's wound is so long, I'm worried it will fester and cause fever. Do you have any good ideas?" Doctor Li asked, looking very worried.

It was only because Banxia's method was truly effective that he sought the young girl's opinion. After all, Banxia's grandfather had saved people in this way before, and perhaps some experience had been passed down to him.

"Uncle doctor, if you had strong liquor to disinfect around Li Dalang's wound every day, it might prevent the wound from becoming infected."

"As long as his wound doesn't fester, the chances of him developing a fever are slim," Banxia suggested after thinking for a moment.

However, she didn't know the alcohol content of the spirits of that era, or whether they were strong enough to be sterilized.

But we have no choice but to give it a try.

"Alright, the village head seems to have some strong liquor. I'll go find him and get some to prepare." Upon hearing this, Doctor Li immediately turned and left to find Village Head Yao.

At that moment, Yao Li was giving instructions while supporting his arm.

The place is littered with corpses, and those bandits don't know how many are left. They can't stay here any longer.

So, several seriously injured patients, including Li Dalang, who were unable to move, were placed on the three empty flatbed carts, while others with leg injuries were carried on someone's back.

After clearing the road by leaving the bodies on the roadside, Yao Li Village set off again.

No one noticed that in an inconspicuous corner, two teenagers, around seventeen or eighteen years old, were squatting there, motionless.

About an hour later, the second-in-command of the bandits' den finally realized something was wrong and sent a few men out to investigate.

As a result, they found the places they usually robbed lying haphazardly with the corpses of their own family members.

After searching thoroughly, the group found no survivors.

Not only that, but any valuables or clothing these people had were stripped off completely.

"Quick, go back and tell the second-in-command that the first-in-command has fallen this time!"

After finding their leader's body, the group scrambled back home.

The leader was incredibly powerful, a man who could take on five opponents at once, yet he was still killed here.

Or rather, the kind of horrific death where the head is separated from the body and the eyes are left wide open. What kind of people are those from Yao Li Village?

The group was so terrified that they didn't even notice a tail secretly following them.

Meanwhile, Yao Licun dragged his weary steps for more than half an hour before it began to get dark.

This time, Yao Lizheng deviated from his usual practice and did not let everyone rest on the main road. Instead, he took a side road and found a sheltered place to set up camp.

This place is nice; there's even a small river, and a large cave on the cliff at the foot of the mountain.

Although it cannot accommodate everyone in Yaoli Village, it is still feasible to let those who are injured rest for a while.

Unsurprisingly, they will have to stay in this place for a few more days until the wounded recover before they can continue their journey.

Once a suitable spot was found, the men went to chop firewood and build stoves, while the women excitedly rushed to the stream to fetch water.

This was the first time Banxia had encountered a water source since joining Yaoli Village; previously, she had been using rainwater from her village.

Although her water bag was almost empty, Banxia wasn't in a hurry to replenish it. Instead, she filled a pot with water and cooked porridge first, as she was starving.

Banxia asked Lianchengmo to watch the pot and took out a bamboo rat she had caught at noon. "Let's have stir-fried rat meat tonight!"

"Time for some meat!" Little Shuang'er, who had been staying close to Banxia, ​​clapped her hands and looked at the bamboo rat with shining eyes.

"Big sister, are you going to stew both of them?" Qi Juanbai had been looking forward to it, and upon seeing this, he quickly handed over a kitchen knife.

Qi Changshan and Lian Chengyu stood by the wheelbarrow, looking at Banxia with expectant expressions.

"Yes, we had a good harvest today. Let's stew this much for now. If it's not enough, I'll give you something else!" Banxia happily carried the bamboo rats away.

Seeing how many times Lian Chengmo had skinned animals, Banxia felt that she had roughly learned how.

Since bamboo rat pelts aren't worth much, let her practice.

Lian Chengmo saw the little girl carrying the bamboo rat to the stream to skin it herself, and he pursed his lips slightly, but ultimately said nothing.

The little girl is so smart, it would be good for her to learn more skills.

Thinking it over, Lian Chengmo took the few scraps of bamboo he had asked for from the wheelbarrow, borrowed tools from the carpenter, and started tinkering.

Tomorrow, there's another tough battle to fight!

Soon, Banxia brought back the prepared and diced bamboo rat meat, but the rat skin... well, let's just say it wasn't quite right.

Sometimes, knowing something in your mind doesn't mean you know how to do it with your hands. Anyway, there are several holes, but they're not very big. I'll tan and mend them later, and they can be used to make winter shoes.