Seeing Jiang Yimian descend the mountain, Wang Jinbao and Zhao Xiaonian quickly followed.
"Hey, are you alright? I see you have quite a few wounds on your body. Why don't you treat them first?" Zhao Xiaonian asked awkwardly, staring at the obvious bloodstains on Jiang Yimian's arm.
Jiang Yimian glanced at it casually and said indifferently, "They're just minor injuries, no need to treat them. But you two, why aren't you treating your wounds in the manor? What are you doing staying on the mountain?"
Both of them had many wounds, some of which were still bleeding. Instead of bandaging them, they were running around on the mountain, seemingly unafraid of losing too much blood and fainting.
Zhao Xiaonian said indifferently, "Of course we want to see if you two are dead or not. If you are, we'll feel terrible."
After all, they were our saviors.
He doesn't like owing favors to others.
Jiang Yimian glanced at him, finding it somewhat amusing, and looked at Wang Jinbao, "Aren't you going back to check on things?"
Wang Jinbao shook his head, then nodded. "I'll go back later. There are quite a few wounded on the mountain, and it's a busy time right now. I can help if I stay."
Hearing this, Jiang Yimian didn't say anything more and walked straight into the manor.
As soon as the three entered the manor, they saw many people running around in a panic, and the overwhelming smell of blood mixed with various medicinal odors hit them.
Jiang Yimian casually grabbed a servant, asked where the wounded were, and went directly to the front hall of the manor.
The front hall, originally used for receiving guests, has been cleaned up. The spacious room is full of people lying down, all kinds of wounded, some of whom were just carried down from the mountain, and many of them are seriously injured.
Broken arms and legs are minor matters; some even lose half their bodies, leaving a bloody mess. If the bleeding isn't stopped in time, they probably won't last long.
Fortunately, the doctors knew how to prioritize, and they immediately moved the critically ill patients to a separate room to stop the bleeding.
However, due to a shortage of manpower, things seemed a bit chaotic.
Seeing this, Jiang Yimian quickly followed and went inside to help.
Zhao Xiaonian and Wang Jinbao gasped when they saw the wounded, and without saying anything else, they went to help.
The person in the cubicle who was using scalding to stop the bleeding of the wound saw Jiang Yimian and only frowned. "What are you doing? Go outside and help with bandaging. We don't need you to do this."
"Don't faint from fright and then I'll have to save you. Go away, go away."
After saying that, he continued to use the red-hot branding iron to burn the broken cross-section of the patient on the bed.
Suddenly, a hissing heat emanated from the wound. The person, who had already fainted due to excessive blood loss, cried out in pain from the pain, but quickly fainted again.
It looked somewhat cruel, but Jiang Yimian knew that this method of stopping bleeding was very effective.
Given the current medical conditions, it would be very difficult for someone who has lost half of their body to survive without using this method to stop the bleeding.
Jiang Yimian glanced at the other person and saw that their technique was skillful, indicating that they often stopped bleeding like this. She didn't say much, but quickly went to check the wounds of the people lying next to her and then stitched them up to stop the bleeding.
After finishing with the patient he was dealing with, Old Chen went to help several people with broken legs who were bleeding profusely to stop the bleeding. When he turned around, he saw that Jiang Yimian had already bandaged all the wounds that needed stitches.
Startled, he widened his eyes, shoved her away, and said with displeasure, "Are you here to cause trouble? These wounds are so big, bandaging them like this is just making things worse. I really don't know where this trouble came from..."
Before he could finish speaking, he had already untied the gauze bandages from the wound. The bloody wound had been stitched up, and the stitches were extremely neat, showing that it was done by an experienced hand.
He immediately widened his eyes, then went to remove the gauze from another person's wound. The stitches were still neat and tidy. He looked at Jiang Yimian in disbelief and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, you're pretty good! You even know how to stitch up wounds, and the stitches are so neat. Are you a doctor?"
The doctors that Lin's son brought from the county town this time were quite skilled; they knew how to stitch and stop bleeding.
Although the stitches were crooked, they were still usable, and he was quite satisfied. After all, it was much better than those quacks who didn't even know how to stitch.
I never expected there would be such a capable person here.
Jiang Yimian nodded. She saw that the seriously injured people outside had already been treated by several doctors, and there were also many maids and servants helping out, so she didn't need to help them for the time being.
She then headed towards the house where Jiang Dazhuang was recuperating.
Old Chen stared at the stitches for a while before nodding secretly. He had been wondering who had stitched up Lu Cijian, but he hadn't expected to run into them now.
It's even better than his stitches. He was thinking that this time he would be treated like a doctor by that kid again, but now it seems he was overthinking it.
He made the right decision to come down the mountain this time.
Jiang Yimian went to the room where Jiang Dazhuang was recuperating, which was a room partitioned off from the front hall.
There are still several injured and unconscious people inside. It is estimated that there are too many wounded people and they have not yet been settled.
After confirming that Jiang Dazhuang's wounds had been treated and all the inflamed and infected flesh had been cleaned, Jiang Yimian checked on the other people in the beds and, seeing that their injuries had been treated, went to help treat the injured miners.
With her arrival, the three doctors who had been suddenly brought in finally breathed a sigh of relief and were no longer in a state of panic. They all became curious about Jiang Yimian's identity.
Her method of treating the wound was so efficient and skillful, the stitches were extremely clean, and her hands were very steady, unlike them, who could only barely stop the bleeding with stitches, and were clearly not skilled.
Jiang Yimian paid no attention to what the others were thinking and silently helped treat the wounded. She was busy until the moon was high in the sky before the wounded were almost all treated.
Jiang Yimian was also exhausted and didn't want to say a word. She found a guest room and went straight to sleep.
She slept very soundly and didn't wake up until noon the next day.
As soon as the door was opened, the maid outside hurriedly and respectfully said, "Miss Jiang, the hot water is ready. Would you like to wash up?"
Jiang Yimian paused for a moment before nodding.
She was so busy yesterday that she was too tired to move a single finger, and she was still wearing the same clothes that were covered in dust and blood from yesterday.
As the night passed, the smell of blood grew stronger. I wonder how Lu Cijian is doing. He lost so much blood yesterday. I wonder if he's awake now.
Hot water was quickly prepared, and Jiang Yimian took a comfortable hot shower, finally feeling like she had come back to life.
After drying her hair and combing it again, the little maid came in again.
This time, she carried a food box and placed the food inside on the table before respectfully saying, "Miss Jiang, this food was made on the spot. Please see if it suits your taste."
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