☆, Chapter 130: He Showed Off His Skill Again
On the other side, Zhou Mujiao successfully met Zhao Yunjing.
Despite his injured right arm, Zhao Yun Jing was still writing—practicing writing with his left hand. It seems he was already making thorough preparations for himself.
Zhou Mujiao felt a lump in her throat. She stepped forward, took his hand, and said, "Your hand will be fine, all the students will be fine, and you will all pass the prefectural, provincial, and municipal examinations smoothly."
Zhao Yunjing threw down his pen and tried to cover her mouth, but she removed his hand and whispered, "Don't worry about me. Not only will you pass the provincial examination, but you will also shine in the metropolitan and palace examinations. Our Peach Blossom County will become the most prominent place in the entire Daliang because of you. Countless literati, scholars, and teachers will flock to Peach Blossom County, and it will soon become the cultural exchange center of the entire Daliang!"
Zhao Yunjing said helplessly, "I can never stop you."
"Why are you stopping me? The culprit can't be found yet, and there's no telling if there won't be another attack. I think they're targeting you. I wonder if it's because your second brother, Lord Fang, has too much of a mouth and keeps praising your excellence. Otherwise, why would they come looking for trouble with the students?"
Zhou Mujiao was both heartbroken and angry: "You want Peach Blossom County to have no harvest? Dream on! I want to see what kind of bad luck the perpetrator will suffer in the end!"
Zhao Yunjing sighed and pulled her into his arms: "This is the last time. Don't talk nonsense again."
Zhou Mujiao did not speak.
Although this cheat came with her, no one knows whether it will stay with her for life or only for a while. If it will only stay with her for a while, then the safety of herself and those around her must be ensured first. As for what will happen after the cheat is gone?
Her business empire is already under construction and will soon be concentrated in Kyoto. Moreover, even without this cheat code, she believes she can still make a name for herself in this era; it's just a matter of time.
There were four students in one room in the dormitory. Apart from Zhao Yunjing, the other three were lying down. Originally, they were too embarrassed to disturb Zhao Yunjing and Zhou Mujiao as they were pouring out their hearts to each other, but they were in so much pain that they couldn't help but make a sound.
Hu Peiran was also injured on his right hand, and the wound was quite deep. He also developed a fever. Zhao Yunjing and the doctor took turns watching over him all night. By dawn, the fever had finally subsided. However, he was the youngest and his pain tolerance was not as good as the others. That cry of pain came from him.
Zhou Mujiao went over to check and found that the doctor's bandaging technique was too sloppy. Just then, the doctor came in with new medicine to change their dressing. Seeing that the doctor was walking unsteadily and his hands were not very nimble, Zhou Mujiao simply took over the task of changing the dressing.
Unwrapping the old cotton cloth to reveal a bloody, mangled wound, Zhou Mujiao frowned: "This wound wasn't washed? The cut is so big, and you just treated it like this?"
The old doctor frowned: "Are you, a young girl, questioning my medical skills? What do you know?"
Zhou Mujiao ignored the old doctor's doubts and turned to the bodyguard she had brought: "A Yong, go to the headmaster's place and bring over the jar of wine I gave him last time."
A Yong turned around and left. Zhou Mujiao first took off all the cotton cloth from the students. When she looked at them, she saw that the cuts were long and exposed the bone.
Now look at Zhao Yun Jing, his wound is the deepest and the biggest!
Zhou Mujiao hissed, "What's wrong with A Yong and Shao Qiu? Weren't we told to stay by their side at all times? They can't even beat a few refugees?"
Zhao Yunjing touched his nose without saying anything, and Shaoqiu next to him also touched his nose.
"If there's a next time, Shaoqiu, you two can leave. And you, Zhao Yunjing, if I find out you've separated people again, I'll never care about you again. Whether you live or die, whether you're the top scholar or a lowly scholar, it won't matter to me!"
Hu Peiran couldn't help but defend his role model: "Sister Jiaojiao, if it weren't for Brother Zhao separating Shaoqiu and the others, most of us would have died."
"Shut up."
Zhou Mujiao reprimanded Zhao Yunjing with a stern face. During the reprimand, the three classmates did not dare to say a word, for fear that the fire would spread to them. The doctor wanted to interrupt, but he did not have the chance. Zhou Mujiao spoke very quickly, and after each sentence, she would immediately follow, without even taking a breath.
Soon Ah Yong arrived carrying a wine jar, followed by Liang Shanzhang, who had a mournful face.
He had drunk that wine twice, and it tasted so good that he wouldn't even give a sip to anyone else. Who knew that he had been saving it so much that Zhou Mujiao ended up taking it back with him?
There's no reason to take back something you've given away.
Seeing such fine wine poured onto the wound, a whole glass in one go, his heart was bleeding: "Miss Zhou, slow down, slow down!"
The strong liquor fell onto the wound, and Zhao Yunjing hissed as cold sweat broke out and his face turned pale instantly.
“Miss Zhou, Yun Jing’s wound has been treated well. Why do you want to treat it again? Doctor Song is very skilled. He has been practicing medicine for decades. What kind of injury or illness hasn’t he treated? If you don’t even trust him, you don’t need to see any other doctors.”
This is also what Dr. Song wanted to say. He has been practicing medicine for decades and this is not the first time he has treated injuries and illnesses. Now, being questioned by Zhou Mujiao in public is undoubtedly a slap in the face for him.
Zhou Mujiao found a sewing needle in Doctor Song's medicine box, had Shaoqiu heat it with fire, and then quickly stitched up Zhao Yunjing. She was incredibly fast; by the time Doctor Song tried to stop her, she had already stitched five or six stitches.
Doctor Song opened his mouth, then closed it again, then opened it again to look at Zhou Mujiao, and found that she was already sewing the second layer.
There were forty stitches in total, inside and out, with dense stitches, making it seem as if Zhao Yunjing's arm was being sewn as if it were made of cloth.
After removing the needles, Zhou Mujiao used a clean cotton cloth soaked in strong liquor to clean the bloodstains around the wound before applying medicine and bandaging it.
Looking at the strong and pretty bow on Zhao Yunjing's arm, Doctor Song asked, "Miss Zhou, is there anything special about that wine?"
Although his hands and feet were trembling, his eyesight was good. Although the stitched wound looked gruesome, it was probably psychological that he didn't see the bone inside. So Dr. Song thought that this treatment was quite good.
Zhou Mujiao began disinfecting Hu Peiran's wounds, her hands busy while her mouth kept moving: "Doctor Song, when you treat injuries and illnesses, do you often encounter death? Do you wonder how such a small wound could not be overcome in the end?"
"Is it related to this wine?"
"It's related to alcohol, but the main reasons are, firstly, your wound wasn't thoroughly cleaned, and secondly, you just applied the ointment like that. It stopped the bleeding on the outside, but the inside was still bleeding. So, although the wound on the outside looks healed, the deep wound can get infected with bacteria, leading to a high fever. If a person has a high fever that doesn't subside for three days, even if they are saved, their brain will be damaged."
"Infect?"
"It's like a boil, growing from the inside, slowly eroding..."
After listening to Zhou Mujiao's explanation, Dr. Song found it reasonable and asked her to re-treat the remaining wounded. The doctors watched with amazement, especially when Zhou Mujiao was suturing; everyone stared wide-eyed, afraid of missing any details or techniques.
While Zhou Mujiao was teaching at the academy, Jiang Wuyu was also interrogating someone. An hour later, someone confessed.
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