Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

Song Mingzhe slept in a big font, and the quilt was just a quilt away from the former otaku Song, hey, why is this bed so hard, my Simmons, who is soft and skin-friendly in Dreamland, reached out and touched something hard, long, stick-shaped Yes, the eyes opened a small slit, and saw the strange street scene moving outside the carriage window.The remaining IQ is not enough to support Song Mingzhe's addition and subtraction of three or more. Song Mingzhe's optimistic thinking, no matter how many roads the coachman detours, the starting fare increase is still limited, just be a good passenger who doesn't vomit anywhere, and live with the situation Hey, he turned over and fell asleep again.

"Here we are." With a bang, the car door was opened. Song Mingzhe sat up, wiping the drool from his mouth. Just now, he saw clearly that the hands supporting him were much more delicate than Malt.Before he asked his aunt to prepare hangover soup, his eyes darkened, Song Mingzhe's first reaction was that the power went out, and he blinked, only to realize that his eyes were covered with opaque fabrics.

"Ouch!" With a pain in his wrist, he was controlled by the standard grappling posture. Song Mingzhe once again said who are the big beams, why didn't he speak well, and just started.Fortunately, stimulated by the pain, Song Mingzhe was half sober, and felt that he was walking on the stone floor, and there were some hawking sounds in the distance.

The tip of the nose is the faint fragrance of the daughter's body, and the clear voice of the woman comes from the ear. "There is a sick person at home, so I have to trouble the doctor to make a trip."

Song Mingzhe was furious, struggled and resisted several times, grabbed my hand and asked me to run, grabbed my dick, wouldn't it make me kneel down and thank you for letting me run.Of course, the result was that the strength in his hands was too heavy. Song Mingzhe took out the pig-killing cry at the bottom of the press box. In order to prevent his cry from resounding like thunder, the woman beside him covered his mouth with force.Song Mingzhe smelled the scent of milk and subconsciously licked it.

"You are a dog! A rogue!"

"Snapped!"

When entering the poorly lit room, Song Mingzhe had a slap mark on his left face, and the woman from the Western Regions followed behind her angrily. In her own words, she was ready to break her foot at any time. ribs.Anyway, I don’t need my feet to see a doctor!The woman said so, Song Mingzhe broke into a cold sweat, the most poisonous woman's heart.Instructed by the woman, Song Mingzhe took off the white cloth covering his eyes. A tall man was lying on the east side of the room, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.

"He's cured, let you go back, he can't be cured, heh heh." The woman sat down on the edge of the bed, a sharp knife twirled in her hand as if she had eyes, her eyes provocative.Song Mingzhe stroked his forehead, grandma, this is different from what she said, at least say that you can choose gold, silver and beautiful women, right?Song Mingzhe looked sad, pulled the quilt off the man's body, and took a deep breath.

The man's eyes are shallower than ordinary people, his brow bone is higher than that of Central Plains people, his face is pale due to excessive blood loss, and a wound on his body has festered due to improper treatment.This is not the point, the point is that it was the left shoulder that this man injured!The other half of Song Mingzhe was sober, looking around, except for the woman who brought him in with a weapon, there seemed to be a few people outside the house, and he had not yet figured out the way in and out after masking his face.Song Mingzhe's brain was spinning rapidly, and his mouth was not idle.

"Who told you to treat the wound indiscriminately? It's festered and you're still holding your hands tightly, for fear that he won't die soon enough, right? Go find a clean white cloth, it's best to wash it just after drying it, boiled hot water, scissors , and the pot of lotus white that I brought."

Song Mingzhe smacked his lips, as if reminiscing, why this passage is so similar to delivering a baby.

The woman had just left when she heard Lianhua Bai suddenly hesitated, probably thinking that Song Mingzhe wanted to boil another pot of wine before he died, choking until tears flowed, the hero would not look back, right?

"Jiaojiao—" the unconscious man moaned, and the woman didn't delay, and immediately started to prepare.

Song Mingzhe sat in front of the hospital bed, carefully inspecting the wound, regretting that if he had a mobile phone, he would have taken a photo and sent it to Old Man Lu, and his guess was quite accurate!Although the person in front of him is likely to be the person he and Xiao Yuchun are looking for, but the duty of a doctor is to treat illnesses and save lives. Song Mingzhe looked solemn, and slowly put his hand on the man's neck, exerting a little force——

"Hot water is here!" The woman came in with a large pot of bottles and cans, and saw Song Mingzhe stroking the man's neck veins.

"The time of the injury was probably a few days ago. It should be a small and sharp sharp object, for example," Song Mingzhe suddenly had a brain storm, "something like scissors for trimming flowers and plants."

The woman covered her mouth, and it looked like the proportion of disgust in Song Mingzhe's eyes had dropped a lot, and there was a little more something that could be called admiration.

Song Mingzhe washed his hands carefully, scalded the scissors with boiling water, and replaced them with spirits if there was no alcohol. It is a great discovery of modern medicine that the incidence of neonatal sepsis and maternal fever can be reduced by washing hands of medical staff. In feudal society, productivity was not yet high. The girder of liberation, this set looks no different from the wizard jumping the gods, right?

Song Mingzhe sighed slightly, calmed down, and when he opened his eyes again, his concentration was astonishing. He skillfully debrided the wound and sutured it with cotton thread. There was no better substitute, and he could only hope that this muscular man could heal himself. Not bad right.Song Mingzhe's stitches are fine, his hands are shaking because of drinking, and the patient is already in a coma, so he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.Song Mingzhe thought of the gangsters who were on duty in the emergency department in his previous life and had to form a group to get stitches. Suddenly he wanted to laugh, and he looked up and asked the woman whose name seemed to be Jiaojiao.

"Do you need me to sew a pattern on it? Butterfly or rose, um, it's too girly, in the future, if you get shirtless in a fight, you will be laughed to death, please tattoo him a smiling face, I hope he smiles often, good luck Come naturally!"

Jiaojiao opened her eyes wide and watched Song Mingzhe suture the wound miraculously, with a strange face pattern on it, and the man on the hospital bed began to breathe evenly.Song Mingzhe clapped his hands, thinking that he should drink less alcohol. After traveling through the years, he forgot that he was also a person who relied on craftsmanship in his previous life, so he didn't cherish himself too much.

"After waking up, feed him a little water. After he can eat, start with rice soup, less meat and less spicy." Song Mingzhe looked at the dried lamb legs hanging on the wall, and added a few words.

"Can I leave now, oh, that's right," Song Mingzhe spontaneously picked up the white cloth that was put aside, and was about to cover his eyes, but he bumped into someone hard as soon as he lifted the curtain and went out.

"Sisi—" Song Mingzhe sat down on the ground, but the other party remained motionless. He looked up, okay, a man who was over nine feet tall stared at him with red eyes, Song Mingzhe felt cold all over his body, and looked up. There was cold sweat on his back, his limbs didn't even have the strength to support himself, and his hands were pressed on the leggings. Inside were the delicate flower scissors that he had brought from old man Lu, Song Mingzhe's only self-defense equipment.

Jiaojiao hurriedly ran over, covered her eyes, muttered something in a foreign language to the red-eyed man, and was about to take herself away in a panic.

Song Mingzhe stood up holding the door frame, and heard the figure of a tall man behind him, his voice was like a chime, full of energy and very loud.It's a pity that I couldn't understand a word he said, Song Mingzhe clutched his beating heart, and forgot his life to go back and tell Xiao Yuchun to talk.

He held Jiaojiao's hand a little harder, "In the future, you must pay attention when nursing. Don't use the bandage after changing it. Wash the new bandage and dry it before using it. Don't get it dirty, otherwise there will be a lot of damage. It may be suppurative." Song Mingzhe couldn't help but exhort again.

Miss Jiaojiao didn't care much, she hurriedly pushed herself into the carriage, and with a shout, the carriage started to run.

Song Mingzhe grabbed the white cloth in front of him, "Why do you feel more nervous than me?" Song Mingzhe didn't expect to get an answer to this question.

Sure enough, there was silence outside the car. After two or three streets, Jiaojiao opened her mouth and whispered, "That's ours, boss. If he doesn't let you leave alive, I can't disobey his orders." Probably because the sentence was complicated and the grammar There was a difference from her Western Region dialect. Jiaojiao organized the language, and it took a few times to get the full meaning out.

The night wind blew the loose strands of hair on Song Mingzhe's forehead, and he fell into deep thought.

"Here we are, let's go quickly." Song Mingzhe jumped off the carriage and ran for life, not even having the courage to look back. He imagined his own Liu Xiang galloping on the field, imagining himself as a dolphin with incomparable lines in the sea, Imagine yourself riding the waves on a giant ship.Hey, this is all imagination, the reality is that he accidentally sprained his ankle when he jumped off the carriage, and now it is getting more and more painful, and it is too late to go home, now immediately go to Xiao Yuchun who should come and catch them all, that tall man is the same as yesterday The assassins in Shangxin Pavilion are very similar. If they are really the same person, capturing him alone can break the whole game.Maybe he was Xu Zhu who broke the Zhenlong chess game by mistake, Song Mingzhe could imagine Xiao Yuchun patting his shoulder and praising him for his good performance.

When he was about to run to the gate of Prince Duan's Mansion, Song Mingzhe was already out of breath. When he saw a carriage about to enter the gate, Song Mingzhe recognized the badge of the three-legged bird on the carriage. It was Xiao Yuchun's car, and he didn't care Many, striding forward at a skewed angle, stopped the carriage and did not let go.

"Xiao Yuchun! Come out quickly! I found a clue!" Song Mingzhe shouted while pulling on the carriage frame.

But there was no reply from the carriage, and Song Mingzhe suddenly panicked for no reason, "Xiao Chunchun, are you okay?" When the curtain was lifted, a beautiful woman dressed Zhou Yan, a prince and concubine, came out.

Let's say that this beauty wears hibiscus makeup that is not as good as a beauty's makeup. The wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and emerald greens.Song Mingzhe had been a man for two lifetimes, among the women he had met, he had always thought that Linglong's temperament was naturally pretty and charming, but in front of this young woman, he was compared to a rural one.

"Who are you?" The young woman lightly parted her vermilion lips, and her slightly focused eyes made Song Mingzhe's three souls fly away. "What are you looking for, son?" Song Mingzhe gathered himself together, forced his half soul to return to his place, lowered his eyes, and said to himself, a friend's wife can't be bullied.

"Song Mingzhe is in the Baicaotang, I have something important to ask the prince tonight, please, um—" Song Mingzhe glanced at the young woman's attire, "Madam Shizi, please inform me."

The young woman chuckled, and Yuanshan Daimei's static beauty suddenly became dynamic and amiable. Song Mingzhe opened his mouth unsightly, and only remembered to close it after a long while. Looking at such a beautiful wife, she actually has time to run around with her, man, don't be too career-minded.

"Dongfeng, do you have an order before you go out, that someone from Baicao Hall should come to visit?" the young woman asked outside the car.

"Mrs. Hui Shizi, never." Song Mingzhe took a closer look. It turned out to be a beautiful woman in men's clothing. Her appearance was somewhat similar to that of Xifeng. It is the green water without worries, wrinkled by the wind.To translate such a literary joke into human language, it is that Xifeng just looks down on the vicissitudes of the world with a blank face, while Dongfeng girl argues because she sees who is not pleasing to the eye.West Wind, Dong Feng, you said it's really strange that this young couple named their servants. It's easy for outsiders to guess whether it's West Wind that beats East Wind, or East Wind that beats West Wind.

Song Mingzhe was fantasizing about Xiao Yuchun's family relationship, and Shizi's wife had already spoken, "Since Shizi didn't order, this idler bumped into my sedan chair, do you want me to teach you how to deal with it?" She said lightly, raising her hand to support Dongfeng's men got out of the car, looking graceful and ready to leave.

"Slow!" Song Mingzhe yelled, his voice was so loud that he even jumped. Song Mingzhe gritted his teeth and said, "Human life is at stake. With a notification, it won't be too late to drive Song Mingzhe out!"

Sure enough, Mrs. Shizi turned around, there was no warmth in her eyes, but her words were inexplicable, "The son is precious, and those who want to use low-level methods to confuse the son, first think about Su Wu's 19 years of shepherding!" After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Song Mingzhe again, Song Mingzhe vaguely heard an idiot talking about dreams, where did this come from? , Song Mingzhe worked so hard and couldn't understand it, Song Mingzhe scratched the back of his head and couldn't figure it out, Song Mingzhe scratched his heart and wanted to catch up and ask the next question.after a long time.Song Mingzhe, who was living alone in Xueyongguan, accidentally saw in Gu Mingchong's study that Su Wu was herding sheep. In 19, Gein's rams were sterile.At that time, Song Mingzhe realized that Mrs. Shizi didn't have the slightest kindness towards him, but she was quite disgusted.

"Everyone, tie up the villain who offended Mrs. Shizi and take him away!" A group of servants rushed up at the door, each with strength, Song Mingzhe sprained his feet, unable to escape, he could only capture him with a gentle smile. "Be lighter, can you use a softer cloth for the mouth gag? I don't like this kind of thick hemp rope. Why don't you change it to a finer one? It's all tied anyway. Your binding posture is unprofessional." Kidnapped senior person Song Mingzhe is very calm and has calmly commanded the servant. Please imagine the psychological shadow area in the servant's heart.

Song Mingzhe, who was being carried away, was even a little lucky, at least he didn't have to walk back by himself, saving himself a lot of leg strength.Unexpectedly, as the surroundings became more and more deviated, human voices were gradually lost.

"Hey, aren't you going to send me back? Let me down quickly, let go!" Song Mingzhe struggled violently.

If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter. In the next chapter, the autumn wind is rustling and ghosts are crying, and the world talks about barren mountains and wild woodcutters.