225 The Son of the Firstborn
After Ping'an had the stitches done, Sun Sicheng removed the silver needle, personally applied medicine to Wang Qi's wound, and bandaged it.
"Master, let him go to Baicaotang to remove the stitches in ten days. What if we need to change the dressing during the trip?"
"It's okay. I'll change the medicine every two days. At worst, I can ask someone in the valley who knows medicine to follow me. I don't have to come back. I can just go to Wu Qi to help. My people can be mobilized at any time."
"Master, this is the best. Otherwise I would still be a little worried. But this way, you are losing out. You didn't charge for the surgery, and you even sent someone to follow me."
Ping An thought about it and said, "Master, I told you about the catgut before. I made some before, but there are not enough catgut here, so I gave up later. Do you remember?"
Sun Sicheng nodded: "Of course I remember, but we don't do many surgeries, so we don't need these, so Master didn't take it seriously. You said that such stitches don't need to be removed, right?"
Ping An nodded, "Yes, for an injury like Uncle Wang's, ordinary sterilized sutures will do. But if it's a soldier from the battlefield, what if his internal organs are ruptured? Do we need to sew inside the internal organs? Do we have to open the stomach and remove the sutures after ten days or half a month? Obviously that's impossible. At this time, catgut is necessary."
Sun Sicheng frowned: "What should we do? It's too late now."
"Master, you can send a pigeon to the people in Yunzhou to ask them to prepare more sheep. When we get there, we will start preparing the sheep gut. We can make a lot in a few days. We won't use it for ordinary injuries, so this kind of gut is very precious."
"I know, you clever little thing."
Ping An smiled silently. The master liked to say that he was clever, but he never dared to say the word "devil" at the end. He truly raised him as his own child.
His mother never wanted to say a bad word about him, for fear that he would be contaminated with bad luck.
Qingshi and Wu Jun came back to their senses then, staring at their young master with fiery eyes. Of course, the eldest master's silver needle "swish swish" was also very powerful, and they didn't know how many years it would take them to learn such a skill.
In fact, what neither of them said was that they both felt like vomiting just now, but luckily they held back and didn't vomit, which would have been really embarrassing.
Ruyi opened the door.
Sun Sicheng looked at the mother and son with anxious eyes and said, "The tumor has been removed. It's all right now. The patient will wake up in about 25 minutes. I asked Ruyi to watch over him. He cannot drink water or eat anything before ventilation. Otherwise, it will be very dangerous."
By the way, ventilation means farting. Wang Quan, pay attention. Before your father vents, he is thirsty. Just wipe his lips with a wet cloth. He cannot drink water for at least an hour and a half, and cannot eat for two hours. If he is hungry in the middle of the night, he can only drink some porridge. "
"Understood, young master."
Madam Wang asked, "Can I go in and see my husband?"
"Yes, for half a month, the wound cannot be exposed to raw water, let alone washing, and try not to sweat, so you should go home in the morning and afternoon as much as possible, and his wound cannot be soaked by sweat."
Madam Wang nodded: "I understand, Master. The journey will take five days, at most we can go for seven days."
The master and the disciple went to the back hall to wash and change clothes. Both of them were clean people.
Soon, Jixiang came back.
"My Lord, the master said this is a small matter. It's not a big deal to deal with a few people. Just say that the people are working for us. The master wrote a letter and you can take it back to Yangcheng."
Sun Sicheng took the letter and put it in his arms: "Ping An, Ji Xiang will take you back. I will let Ruyi stay here with Wang Quan at night. Call me if you need anything."
Ping An nodded, but it was just a minor operation and he was actually a little tired, as it had really consumed some of his concentration.
"Okay, Master, I'll go back then. Call me if you need anything tomorrow. Otherwise, I won't come."
"Go back. I'll be here tomorrow. Stay at home and spend the day with your mother."
I left the clinic safely, and the sky in the west was filled with sunset glow.
Perhaps the real drought is coming now.
Natural disasters and man-made disasters are all connected.
On the second day, Ping An still asked Xiao Wu to take him to the medical clinic. Wang Qi recovered well and was smiling. The couple insisted that he go back by himself. On the way, they went to Baicaotang to change the medicine. It was only a few days' journey, so it was not too hard for them.
Sun Sicheng thought about it and decided to give up. It is still safe on the road to Da Zhouguan now. He will change the medicine tomorrow and set off. He only needs to change it twice on the way.
Wang Quan was so excited when he learned that he could go with Ping An and the others. But when he thought that after he left tomorrow, his parents would go back alone, he felt reluctant to let them go.
Ping An went to the back hall with Sun Wen.
Sun Yat-sen handed over a small examination box, which contained several books, a large stack of paper, and pens and ink.
"Ping An, the master has assigned you half a year's homework. I hope you can come back before the end of the year. Although you are the eldest son's apprentice, I still hope that you can pass the imperial examination. People who know medicine will not be prevented from becoming an official, just like people who know medicine will not be prevented from doing business. Your master is the one who knows medicine."
Ping An nodded, "Sir, I will think about it carefully. I will not give up studying medicine or reading. This time, in addition to accompanying my master, I also want to save more people. After all, I have a talent for healing. I am sure it will not delay the college entrance examination."
Sun Yat-sen smiled and said nothing.
Silly boy, even if you come back a year later, you will be sure to pass the college entrance examination, but is there no difference between the first place and the other places? The teacher wants you to get the third place or even the sixth place.
But now that things have come to this, it is useless to say more, as it will only disturb the disciples' minds.
I returned home safely. Erqiang was playing with Xier, and Mei Niang kept talking about being away from home and so on.
Ping An came over and said, "I can smell the aroma of meat. What delicious food did Mom ask Xizhi to prepare for lunch?"
Mei Niang laughed and said, "It's like a dog's nose. I can smell the aroma of meat from such a distance. Your father bought a lot, and the village head also sent a rabbit. You can eat more at noon."
After a pause, she asked, "Son, Yunzhou is so far away, why does it take so long to come back?"
She has been very sad these days. Her son is so young and has to run around to make a living. At such a young age, he has given her 500 taels of silver for household expenses at the end of each year in the past two years, and he also saves 200 taels for his sister every year as a dowry.
In fact, why would they need so much money? With the monthly salary from their husband and the bonus from others, they could take home six or seven taels of silver every month. They grew their own food and vegetables, so they didn't have much to spend.
If possible, she would rather stay in Wanjia Village now, where the family can be together every day. It doesn’t matter if it’s a bit hard, as everyone in the village is the same.
Ping An smiled and said, "Mom, it's not too far. When we build a new workshop over there, we need to send people over there and teach them many details. If the workshop makes money, the master will give me a share. I will make sure that you and your parents live comfortably and have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Wan Changsheng also came over. Hearing his son say this, he felt both sour and sweet in his heart.
The child was over seven years old and grew up little by little when he entered the Wan family and became Wan Changsheng's son. He told Uncle Sun that if you truly treat him as your own son, he is your biological son.
Ping An, you are my biological son.
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