The next morning, before daybreak, Yan Shu stood by the bed and watched as usual.
The guards outside the door were far away, but they kept glancing over here.
This room has become the most confidential place in the Song Dynasty, with security as strict as Zhao Zhen's bedroom.
A white-haired old man in the room was giving Zhao Jun acupuncture. In the candlelight, Zhao Jun suppressed the sweat on his forehead and waited for the acupuncture to end.
Acupuncture doesn't hurt, at most it's a little numb. But every time he does it, he gets a splitting headache.
Accompanied by dizziness and numbness in his head, Zhao Jun felt very uncomfortable and uneasy.
After a long while, the acupuncture treatment was finally over. Zhao Jun wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a few quick breaths. Hearing the old man packing up his medicine box, he quickly said, "Doctor, can you change the gauze?"
The old man turned around and glanced at Yan Shu, who nodded slightly. The imperial physician then opened the medicine box again, took out gauze and some ointment, and began to remove Zhao Jun's pants.
Zhao Jun did not resist.
After Yan Shu returned the suitcase to him, he changed into his gauze and wore shorts underneath his trousers as a double insurance policy so that he wouldn't feel embarrassed by the old man seeing his private parts like he did when he first changed the gauze.
After the old man took off his pants, he spread his thighs, untied the gauze, took a look at the wound, nodded with satisfaction, scraped off the ointment, and applied new medicine.
At this time, the wound on Zhao Jun's leg had almost healed. From the inner thigh to the calf, there were more than ten hideous scars of various sizes.
After all, he survived the mudslide. It's good enough that he was alive, and it's normal to have wounds.
Most of the wounds were caused by broken stones in the mudslide. The largest one was on the inner thigh of his right leg and was twelve centimeters long. The imperial physician cleaned the wound and then sewed it. The stitches were removed a few days ago and it has basically healed now.
"It's not inflamed, is it?"
Zhao Jun asked.
The old man kept his mouth shut. These days, Zhao Jun always thought that the doctor was a mute.
Yan Shu, who was standing beside him, said, "No."
During this period of time, he also understood some knowledge, such as inflammation means wound ulceration and abscesses.
In ancient times, wound inflammation was a very serious matter. If it was not treated in time, the rotten flesh in the wound would be dug out and the pus and blood would be released, and the patient would die from sepsis.
Since there were no effective anti-inflammatory drugs in ancient China, inflamed wounds were difficult to heal. People would often bandage them with Chinese herbal medicine and then rely on their luck to see if they could survive.
Therefore, the high casualty rate in ancient wars did not refer to deaths on the battlefield, but rather to post-war inflammation of wounds or plague caused by corpse decay.
Yan Shu also learned a lot of knowledge from chatting with Zhao Jun during this period, which was very useful to him.
"That's good. I don't need to take medicine anymore."
Zhao Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Shu hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth several times, wanting to ask something, but ultimately did not speak.
On the afternoon of the second day after Zhao Jun arrived, he was worried that his injuries would cause inflammation, so he asked Yan Shu to take out a paper box called "Amoxicillin" from the box.
Yan Shu saw Zhao Jun fumbling to open the box, taking out a piece of strange stuff from it, and then picking out a pill and swallowing it.
He didn't dare to ask at that time.
He was afraid that it was common knowledge that everyone knew and that asking would likely expose his identity, so even though he guessed that it might be a drug for treating inflammation, he didn't say anything.
But now, Yan Shu really wanted to ask whether this medicine could treat something other than inflammation.
For example, lung heat.
In fact, he had seen that "Amoxicillin".
Zhao Jun's suitcase was placed next to his bed. He was blind and could not see anything, so Yan Shu took the items whenever he wanted. He read the instructions on the suitcase several times and showed them to the doctor several times.
"This product can be used as a broad-spectrum semi-synthetic penicillin and is clinically used to treat tonsillitis, laryngitis, pneumonia, chronic bronchitis, urinary tract infections, skin and soft tissue infections, purulent pleurisy, hepatobiliary system infections, sepsis, typhoid fever, dysentery, etc."
He knew about typhoid and dysentery, but he had no idea about any other diseases mentioned in this sentence. It was the pneumonia, like the lung fever his wife had, that had the word "lung" in it that concerned him most.
It is easy to steal one or two pills to take back, but if they are not suitable for the disease, it will accelerate the disease and become worse.
But Yan Shu did not dare to ask Zhao Jun directly. In fact, up to now, except for history, he had tried to guide Zhao Jun to tell him everything else, and he had never asked him actively.
Zhao Jun had been suspicious several times before. If he hadn't found a way to fool the other person, he might have guessed that he was not from Nini Village before the other person's eyes recovered.
So many times Yan Shu was helpless and had to think twice before speaking, for fear that Zhao Jun would notice something unusual.
So now I am very hesitant and don’t know whether I should ask it.
At this moment, the imperial physician had scraped off the original ointment, applied new ointment, and then bandaged it.
"Can you change the gauze around your eyes, too?"
Zhao Jun made another request.
The imperial physician looked at Yan Shu again, and Yan Shu frowned. Then he asked, "Do you still need to replace the eye even though it's not injured?"
"The weather has been a bit hot these days, and the gauze has become wet. I also want to see how my eyes are recovering."
"Oh well."
Yan Shu agreed. He also understood that if Zhao Jun did not see the effect of acupuncture treatment, he would probably not stay there obediently.
I have been having acupuncture these days, and the imperial physician said that my vision has been restored a lot, but I don’t know how much it has been restored.
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