Reincarnation and Rebirth

Along the way, Lin Nanxing gave a general account of Zhu Lao's condition. Su Wan'er frowned. This should be a tetanus infection. In modern times, a shot, disinfection and suturing of the wound would usually be enough to cure it. The fact that the man had survived until now meant that he hadn't been hit in any vital organs.

But this is ancient times, and a tetanus can be fatal.

“Wan’er, you used wood ash to stop your mother’s bleeding last time, and the wound didn’t get infected. Grandpa tried it today, but it didn’t work. That’s why I’ve come to you for help. I really have no other choice.”

Su Wan'er stopped at the door. "Grandpa Lin, are the people inside very important?"

Lin Nanxing paused, as if making a decision, and said, "Yes, the person inside is the grandfather of the owner of Baicaoting."

"An official?"

Lin Nanxing looked at Su Wan'er intently and nodded.

Su Wan'er hesitated; she didn't want to involve the imperial court.

"Wan'er, don't worry, Grandpa isn't someone who can't distinguish right from wrong. This person is a good friend of Grandpa's. His son used to work with Grandpa, but he has already died on the battlefield."

Su Wan'er's eyes widened. No wonder she felt at first glance that Lin Nanxing was no ordinary person. It turned out he had been a soldier.

"Then, is that the general inside?"

"No, he was a royal physician, and his son was a military doctor who used to work with me. Because he offended some powerful figures, Old Master Zhu has already resigned. He was ambushed on his way back to his hometown."

Since that was the case, Su Wan'er stopped worrying about it. In her world, as long as someone wasn't a truly wicked person, they had the right to live. So she stepped into the house.

The person inside was in a worse condition than she had imagined. The bedding had been cleaned, but it still reeked of blood. The person on the bed was flushed and unconscious, and the gauze around his abdomen was soaked with blood. The innkeeper stood by the bed, wiping the old man with warm water.

"Shopkeeper, let this girl give it a try."

The shopkeeper turned around and saw a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was a little surprised. "Can she do it?"

"How will you know if you don't try."

"Miss Su, I'm begging you."

Su Wan'er was a little surprised by the shopkeeper's understanding. Wasn't it said that people in ancient times were pedantic and thought that a divine doctor should be old and look weathered? And he believed her so easily?

"Grandpa, I'm entrusting this to you."

"Hmm, I'll give it a try. Whether I can save him is uncertain."

"Alas, alas," the shopkeeper said, tears welling in his eyes, as he gave up his seat.

Su Wan'er stepped forward to check, and good heavens, it must be at least 40 degrees Celsius. This person's vitality is truly tenacious.

"Grandpa Lin, please go out for a moment."

"Alright, just call out if you need anything." With that, he pulled the still hesitant shopkeeper out of the room.

Outside the door, the shopkeeper finally asked, "Dr. Lin, is it alright?"

"We don't have a better way, do we? Let's give the girl a try."

"Alright, since you've said so, I believe the girl."

Su Wan'er smiled. It seemed that Grandpa Lin and this Old Zhu were really good friends, otherwise the shopkeeper wouldn't listen to him so much.

The old man in front of me looked somewhat similar to the young master of Baicaoting. He must be the old man those bandits were talking about.

Su Wan'er hesitated whether to take out the Royal-grade Pill, because in the current situation, simply stopping the bleeding probably wouldn't be enough.

"Master, there seems to be something on the inside of his thigh."

"how do you know?"

"I'm good at it."

Su Wan'er rolled her eyes, gritted her teeth, and reached out to touch it. Sure enough, she felt a hard lump, but it didn't feel like a tumor.

Just then, the person on the bed suddenly began to convulse. Su Wan'er knew something was wrong and, disregarding the preciousness of the royal-grade pill, quickly took out the pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

The pills melted instantly in his mouth. Worried that he wouldn't be able to hold on, Su Wan'er fed him some water from her spatial storage. There was no spiritual spring water available, so she was saving the little bit at the bottom of the bowl for herself.

About fifteen minutes later, the fever on the person in bed finally subsided, and the innkeeper's anxious voice came from outside, "Miss Su, do you need any help?"

Su Wan'er quickly took out hemostatic herbs from her spatial storage and called out to the door, "Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person at the door quickly pushed the door open and entered. Seeing that the person on the bed had returned to normal, he could hardly believe it.

The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward, touched Old Zhu's forehead, and said excitedly, "Dr. Lin, Miss Su's fever has gone down, it really has gone down."

"Yes, but the wound still needs to be treated, otherwise it will relapse."

"What, what is this?" Lin Nanxing pointed at the herbs in Su Wan'er's hand. The herbs looked very fresh, and he had never seen them before.

Su Wan'er touched her nose. "This, I secretly hid it. Grandpa Lin, you won't blame me, will you?"

Lin Nanxing smiled back, and said meaningfully, "I'm so grateful to you. This herb is for stopping bleeding?"

"Yes, it's for reducing inflammation and stopping bleeding. Grandpa Lin, take some of the astragalus I brought today, add it together, and give it to the patient. Then, it's best to suture the wound with needle and thread so that it heals faster."

The shopkeeper carefully took the herbs, saying, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Lin Nanxing was stunned. "Sew it up? Sew it up with a needle and thread?"

Su Wan'er had no choice; given the conditions here, she could only use ordinary needles and thread.

"Grandpa Lin, first disinfect the needle and thread with strong liquor, then sew it up."

"well."

After the wound was stitched up, I took the mashed herbs from the shopkeeper, applied them all to the wound, and then bandaged it with clean cotton cloth.

"Alright, the doctor in the shop can help with the dressing changes every day. The stitches will be removed after seven days."

Lin Nanxing stepped forward to take Zhu Lao's pulse. The more he took it, the faster his heart beat. What kind of magic did this girl use? She had just stepped into the gates of hell, but now her pulse was steady and strong, as if she had never been injured. But then he thought about it. Wasn't that girl herself one foot in the gates of hell, but she appeared in front of him the next day, full of energy?

"Wan, thank you so much this time."

"No need to be so polite. Um, Grandpa Lin, are you and this Old Zhu very close?"

"Yes, we are from the same school, but it's a pity that I was not good enough and later became a military doctor. He, on the other hand, was highly regarded by his master from a young age and later entered the Imperial Hospital."

At this point, Lin Nanxing sighed, "Perhaps, it would be better if he weren't so outstanding."

“Grandpa Lin, when I took his pulse just now, it seemed like there was something on his leg.”

"What? You can tell that from a pulse?"

Su Wan'er touched her nose; she couldn't very well say that she had touched it, that would be too embarrassing.

Lin Nanxing quickly reached out to check, and just as he touched the hard lump, the person on the bed suddenly woke up, "Who's there?"

"Hey, old man, you're awake."

The person on the bed opened his eyes, saw that it was Lin Nanxing, and forced a smile, "It's you. I'm not dead yet. Thanks, old man."

"No way, this time it wasn't me who saved you, it was her," he said, pointing at Su Wan'er.

Only then did Old Zhu turn his gaze to Su Wan'er. "Young lady, did you save this old man?"

"You're too kind. It was just a small favor."

"Young lady, don't be modest. I know my own body condition. Your medical skills are superb. I feel strong now, and I'm sure I can live for a few more years."

After saying that, he glanced around and asked, "Where's Zeyang?"

"Young Master heard last night that bandits had entered the city, so he went out to rescue people and hasn't returned yet."

"What?" Old Zhu was shocked and subconsciously got up, which aggravated his wounds.

"Oh dear, don't worry, Zeyang will definitely be alright." Lin Nanxing quickly stepped forward to support him.

"No, you don't know, I..." He stopped mid-sentence, realizing there were other people around.

Su Wan'er was very perceptive. "Grandpa Lin, I'll go out and tidy up a bit and wait for you."

The old man on the bed was a little embarrassed, but the matter was of great importance and it was indeed not appropriate for her to know. "Manager, take Miss Su to rest for a while."