The First Family of Tang Dynasty

When Cheng Chubi turned his head, he saw Fang Jun with his arm hanging on his chest, and Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang who were still following him. Only then did I realize that today is the day when Fang Jun took the stitches.

"You guys came just right, I made a new dish, come and try it."

"You did it?" Sun Simiao took a deep breath of the alluring fragrance rippling in the air, with a shocked expression on his face.

"That's natural. Can a junior lie in front of so many people?" Cheng Chubi smiled, and all the younger brothers behind him nodded desperately, drooling.

Yuan Tiangang looked at the pot of color and fragrance, floating on the surface, revealing the tender and attractive fish fillets, and couldn't help swallowing. "Since this is the case, I will have to taste the craftsmanship of my nephew.

A large pot of boiled fish fillets were divided into several plates. Sun Simiao picked up a chopstick of fish, first took a deep sniff, then put the fish into his mouth and chewed slowly.

"It's so creamy, tender and delicious. This spicy taste really appeals to your appetite. I didn't expect that the nephew was really good at cooking."

Cheng Chubi hesitated, and was about to pretend to be humble, when Cheng Laoshi on the side jumped out. "No, my third brother's cooking skills were all taught by the old white beard in his head."

Yuan Tiangang almost scalded the fish fillet under the hot oil, huffed quickly, swallowed the fish fillet, and looked at Cheng Chubi in shock.

"My third brother said that the one who taught him medicine was the old white-bearded grandfather in a red robe, and the old white-bearded grandfather in a yellow robe taught him how to cook. Am I right, my third brother?" Looking at Cheng Chubi, whose face was a little dark.

What can I say? Cheng Chubi could only perfuse with a far-fetched smile.

The two Taoist leaders Sun and Yuan also laughed and exchanged frantically in secret. In the end, Sun Simiao cleared his throat and pretended to ask casually.

"Pan Dao remembers that my nephew once said that there were three white-bearded grandpas in his mind, and that grandpa in a blue robe, what can he teach?

Cheng Chubi fell into deep thinking about mathematics, physics, literacy, history and philosophy, sound beauty and body, how to break the wall...even the ninth set of radio gymnastics, PLA military physical boxing, ghost dance, popular bel canto fawote It’s all, but can you tell?

"Can't you tell my nephew?" Yuan Tiangang asked curiously when he saw Cheng Chubi frowned and remained silent for a long time.

Cheng Chubi raised his head and replied seriously. "I asked, the blue-clothed and white-bearded grandfather did not answer, so my nephew really doesn't know what his old man will be."

"..." Yuan Tiangang's whole body is not good. If this kid is not sick, I will read the three words Yuan Tiangang upside down, called Gang Tianyuan.

Sun Simiao wiped his face expressionlessly, and he wondered about something with a patient with brain disease. Picked up the chopsticks. "This fish tastes really good, come here, everyone eat fish, eat fish."

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After eating the fish, Cheng Chubi unwrapped the bandage on Fang Jun's arm, revealing a well-healed wound.

Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang watched Cheng Chubi cut the sutures with scissors, and took them out. The inconvenient effort was completely processed. The wound appeared very flat, with only one visible trace and needle holes on both sides, witnessing It has been hit hard here.

Fang Jun moved his arms cautiously, practicing grasping slowly and carefully. Everyone noticed the skin on his wound, moving with the movement of his muscles, but there was no sign of cracking.

Fang Jun's face was filled with joy. "Brother Chubi, the younger brother feels that his arm is no longer problematic."

"Well, it healed well, but this hand can only do some simple movements, not violent movements, and can't lift heavy objects." Cheng Chubi nodded in satisfaction, and finally confessed.

"If you want to return to the way it was in the past, it will take at least another month and a half. After all, you have injured the muscle tissue, so be careful.

"The wound has healed so well in more than ten days. It seems that the method of suturing the wound of your nephew Chu Bixian is really effective." Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

In the past, the wounds were wrapped in cloth strips at most, but it was easy to cause the wounds to split due to force, and even lead to purulent infection of the cleaned wounds, causing death.

Generally speaking, it takes at least one to two months for a wound like Fang Jun's arm with almost deep bones to heal. If a muscle is injured, strength and movement will be affected even if it heals.

Yuan Tiangang already said in a low voice with bright eyes. "This method should be popularized in the military and the civilian population. If this method is used to treat external wounds, countless people can live."

Cheng Chubi greeted the two Datang medical experts and nodded as a matter of course. "This method is actually not complicated. The most important thing is to debride meticulously, to prevent late infection to the greatest extent, and then to carry out tight suture..."

Before the words were over, I heard a rush of footsteps and saw a strong man rushing over, panting.

"Fang Cheng, why are you here?" Fang Jun stood up with a dazed expression.

"Second Young Master, the big event is not good, Madam and Third Young Master, let the mad dog bite!" Fang Cheng, the strong man, said breathlessly.

"What?!" Everyone was shocked and stood up.

"Mother! Where did my mother hurt?" Fang Jun's face was pale, his legs softened, and he almost fell to the ground.

"The mistress bit her arm in order to protect the third son. Knowing that the second son is with you and the second Taoist master, you asked the younger one to come over and ask the second Taoist master to pass."

"Then don't hurry up." Sun Simiao quickly picked up the medicine box he brought with him and walked out. Yuan Tiangang and Fang Jun also ran away quickly.

Cheng Chubi was about to walk quickly to keep up. He just got out of the hall, thought about it, and turned around and sprinted in the other direction.

"Brother, where are you going?" Cheng Laosi, who had just chased out of the hall, was a little confused.

"I'm going to get the medicine..." Cheng Chubi raised his head without looking back, and headed towards the ice kiln of Cheng's Mansion.

With little effort, a family member copied a lantern and led Cheng Chubi down to the underground ice kiln.

Inside the ice kiln, the cold air was slowly escaping, surrounding the huge piles of ice, and in the open space in the middle of the ice kiln, there was a table with a row of porcelain bottles on the table.

Cheng Chubi walked quickly to the front of the case and looked at the writing on the porcelain vase by the light of the lantern.

The porcelain bottle with the number zero represents the brain of a mad dog, and the number one represents the brain of the first generation of rabbits infected with the rabies virus.

Nowadays, the porcelain vases placed here only have the number four. There are five porcelain bottles with number four. Cheng Chubi picked up one of them, put it in a special wooden box and fixed it, and then walked away quickly.

After leaving the gate of the mansion, he saw that the good deed Cheng Laosi was already squatting outside and waiting. He hurried all the way and finally caught up with Fang Jun and the others in the car at the gate of the mansion.