The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Fang Jun looked at Third Brother Cheng with a dull expression, completely lost. "Brother, when will you be sick?"

How to explain? Cheng Chubi, who exposed his medical skills after seeing Fang Xiaoer's injury, was also a little confused.

The brain was frantically calculating and considering the countermeasures, but before that, of course he couldn't reveal the identity of the traverser, so Cheng Chubi decided to attack the other's shield.

"Guess how I know how to heal."

"..." The room fell into dead silence again, the faces of the two genius doctors were faintly dark, Cheng Yaojin and the tiger's eyes were tearful, Yu Chigong on the side sighed and Li Ke, the king of Shu also blamed himself.

Fang Jun almost cried. "Brother don't know, third brother, why don't we stop the treatment?"

Cheng Chubi flatly rejected Fang Jun's proposal. "No, I can't give up treatment. Am I the kind of irresponsible person?"

As the technical backbone of the township hospital, as a model of medical ethics dedicated to serving patients, it is impossible to watch patients give up treatment due to various problems.

"Trust me, you will be fine, even if the Lord Yan wants to make you die for the third watch, I am sure to delay it until the fifth watch."

Fang Jun stared at the wound on his arm blankly. He couldn't understand how such a small wound was so terrible when he arrived at Third Brother Cheng.

That is a canine, the main carrier of the rabies virus. If you don't handle it carefully, what if you get rabies?

Although there is no rabies vaccine, it can debride the wound to the greatest extent and still reduce the chance of getting rabies.

Cheng Lao San had already summoned Jia Ding to bring all the objects over, and Cheng Yaojin looked at Sun Simiao.

"Let's see how he does it. There are a few minor injuries. If there is a problem, I have to take action with Yuan Daoyou."

After that, Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang looked at each other, and Sun Simiao silently took out the needle pouch from his arms and drew out a three-inch silver needle.

Yuan Tiangang took out a bottle of carefully refined Soothing Pills from his sleeve. The two silently followed Cheng Chubi's every move, like two experienced hunters eager to try and hunt for food.

"...Father, the third child knows medical skills?" Cheng Lao Er asked in a low voice with a dazed expression.

Cheng Yaojin patted Cheng Lao Er on the back of his head. "Shut up, and disturbed the third child to be ill. Believe it or not, the old man threw you into the pot and simmered it with the heart and soul."

The Cheng brothers’ heads are three points quicker than a chicken pecking at rice. The famous and non-famous people in the Tang Dynasty are all dumbfounded...

This is a real *heavy bully.

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Cheng Chubi's next debridement operation with the prepared light salt water, the skill of the technique and the dexterity of the movements, really made Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang look at each other with admiration.

Fortunately, although the wound is deep, it is split along the longitudinal direction of the arm, and the muscle tissue is not severely broken, so it is easier to clean. Cheng Chubi considers the way to suture the wound while cleaning the wound.

"General Cheng." Yuan Tiangang, who put away the Dingshen Anxin Pills, whispered a question toward Cheng Yaojin.

"Pan Taoist Temple is very skillful in its techniques, as if it has been thoroughly thought out, and it doesn't mean anything indiscriminately. On the contrary, its every move has its own purpose."

Sun Simiao retracted the silver needle into the needle capsule and attached it to the road. "I have been practicing medicine for decades, but I have never thought that the needle can be bent and used to suture the wound. Such a technique is really unheard of.

"What the two Taoist leaders mean, isn't my third child foolish?"

"It's not like Hu Lai, but it's like knowing medicine." Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Cheng Yaojin looked dumbfounded, and his mind was in a mess at the moment. What kind of virtue is this third child, can he not know what his own father is?

Like his two brothers, they are both brave and vicious. Chengri is not drinking, playing boxing and practicing axe, or just safari with a friend of the Xungui family, a model of the standard martial arts dude.

Now the two Daoist experts in the medical sciences of the Tang Dynasty think that the mad youngest man has become a medical genius without a teacher. What a **** in broad daylight?

Cheng Yaojin didn't know what language to use to describe his feelings that were overwhelmingly surging at the moment.

Cheng Chubi used the needle that had been bent into a half-moon shape through the skin, and then tied a surgical knot with the cotton thread very quickly with his fingers.

Because it is not certain whether the wound will be free of the possibility of infection after debridement, Cheng Chubi decided to adopt simple intermittent sutures in the simple suture method suitable for skin and subcutaneous tissue.

After finishing the knot, he looked up at Fang Jun. Although his face was pale and his face was covered with cold sweat, he still gritted his teeth and said nothing. Let Cheng Chubi also raised his thumbs at him. "It's a guy."

With shock or confusion, everyone admired the stitched wounds neatly spaced, with a kind of standardized and standardized beauty.

"Brother Chubi, have you ever studied female red? This stitch is stitched, I am afraid it is not worse than the first-class embroiderer, there is a set." Li Ke, the Royal Highness of Shu, said loudly and authentically.

The eldest brother beside him patted Li Ke's shoulder happily. "Don't look at my third child being ill, but he still has stunts."

Shente's female red, Shente's stunt. Cheng Chubi's face turned black, and he really wanted to make a hole in each of the two bastards' faces and then sew a beautiful bow.

Let them feel that a variety of surgical suture techniques have reached the beauty of the suture art of A+ level suture masters.

After the stitches were wrapped up, Cheng Chubi confessed that Fang Jun remembered to come over, so that he could check whether there was any change in his injury.

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Yaojin graciously pulled Cheng Chubi who was about to be cleaned after surgery.

Cheng Chubi was already numb, and it seemed that his relatives should have liked capturing enemy generals alive on the battlefield, otherwise, why is the technique so skillful that it is impossible to resist.

"Saburo, come here, these two Taoist chiefs are rare genius doctors of my Datang, they came here to visit you today, if there is any discomfort in your body, you must tell the truth."

While stitching together, Cheng Chubi, who heard the discussion around him, had already learned the identity of the two cows, um, the Taoist chief.

Cheng Chubi looked at these celebrities who were familiar with the history of the Tang Dynasty with a look of respect for the martyrs.

In particular, Sun Simiao, a famous medical expert in history, although Cheng Chubi's main focus is on surgery, it does not prevent him from admiring medical predecessors.

Sun Simiao asked happily. "Nephew, what's wrong with you since you woke up?"

"Too many... My nephew can't remember many things, even his family can't remember..."

Cheng Chubi really couldn't squeeze tears. Since the hardware doesn't allow him, he can only continue to work **** his facial expressions, trying to make himself a sad expression that is too sad to be one's own.

Looking at Cheng Chubi, who was full of frustration and sadness, Cheng Yaojin, who was the father, couldn't help but comforted.

"It's okay. Blame your two elder brothers. Don't worry, Dad has already used them to vent your anger for you."

"..."