They rarely listened to Lü Tu's words, knowing that he wasn't going to kill them, so they quickly got up and did as he was told. However, his identity was extremely sensitive, and the other soldiers were not allowed to leave the house.
He could only look helplessly at the soldiers: "Please, let me boil some water, my woman is dying."
Lu Tu waved his hand and said, "Go!"
Upon hearing Lü Tu's order, the soldiers allowed Jie Han to pass. There was a well and a stove nearby, so Jie Han quickly started burning firewood. He could still hear his woman's screams, which made him feel extremely distressed.
Right now, we can only hope that Lu Tu's medical skills are better. If he had been injured so badly on the grasslands, he would have been left to die.
After all, medicine is hard to find on the grasslands. Even a tiny bit of wound medicine is more expensive than a cow, something that herders can't afford. Otherwise, they wouldn't often come south to beg for alms. It's all out of necessity.
At this moment, Lü Tu drew a dagger from his sleeve, looked at the woman who was constantly moving around, and whispered, "Shut up and hold back!"
He had no good feelings towards the Wuhuan people; he only wanted to save her to obtain reliable information from Jiehan.
The other women and children nearby were muttering something in their own language, seemingly trying to comfort the woman.
The woman realized that Lu Tu didn't want to kill her, but to save her, and her hope for survival was rekindled. After all, her child was still alive, and if she died, there would be no one to take care of him.
He quickly obeyed Lu Tu's order and put a piece of wooden stick in his mouth.
Lu Tu used a dagger to cut open the woman's clothes around her abdomen and examined the wound. It was a full three centimeters deep. If it had been any later, she would have bled to death.
He turned to Liu Hong and said, "Go to the warehouse and get some penicillin! Also, find some needles and thread."
"Yes, sir!"
Liu Hong didn't know what penicillin was, but Jiang Wanyu did. After briefly explaining it to Jiang Wanyu, he brought over a small bowl of penicillin.
After penicillin became available, Lu Tu rarely used allicin anymore. Before, allicin was just a cheap alternative. Now that there's a better one, who would use the inferior one?
At this moment, Jiehan had already boiled the water. Seeing Lü Tu squatting beside his woman without making any movement, and with blood still seeping from the wound on her abdomen, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
He knelt down in front of Lü Tu with a thud: "Please, Your Excellency, have mercy and save my woman. She is the most important person to me."
Lu Tu nodded: "Has the water boiled?"
"It's boiled, sir."
At this moment, the village women arrived, and this time they invited Guo Erniang, who had extensive experience in needlework.
Upon seeing this, he quickly handed the white cloth to Jiehan.
He then handed the needle and thread to Lü Tu: "Sir, what are these for?"
Lu Tu threw the white cloth and needles into boiling water to boil, and then began to instruct Guo Erniang: "Your skills are good, now I will teach you how to suture wounds."
"Huh?" Guo Erniang was stunned. She had done needlework all her life, but she had never thought that this thing could be used on a person. This was really beyond her current understanding.
"Sir, won't this sew up the person too badly?"
Before Lu Tu could speak, Jie Han kowtowed repeatedly beside him, saying, "I'm not afraid. My woman's life is cheap. As long as I can save her life, that's all that matters."
Lu Tu nodded: "Did you hear that? Just do as I say and you won't go wrong."
Guo Erniang frowned as she looked at the pale-faced Wuhuan woman on the ground. She had a premonition that these were not just ordinary Semu people, but resembled the Wuhuan people she had seen before.
Since Lu Tu claimed to be a Semu person, he must have his own plans. Guo Erniang didn't dare to speak carelessly, fearing she would get herself into trouble.
Soon, Lü Tu personally took the needle and thread out of the boiling water and handed them to Guo Erniang.
"Start sewing. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, just like when you sew clothes before."
Guo Erniang took a deep breath: "Yes, sir, I will try my best."
Lu Tu could certainly stitch up his own wounds, but the reason he didn't do it himself was because he wanted to pass on this skill. After all, people in the village would inevitably get injured in the future, and this common way of treating external injuries was the most effective. He couldn't expect Lu Tu to do everything in the future.
Under Lü Tu's guidance, Guo Erniang also overcame her fear. When she first pierced the skin of the Wuhuan woman with a needle, Guo Erniang still couldn't help but tremble.
It's obvious that pricking flesh and pricking clothes are completely different sensations, and this sensation made her feel uncomfortable.
Lu Tu patted Guo Erniang on the shoulder: "Cheer up, don't worry, nothing will happen. I'll take full responsibility if anything goes wrong."
Guo Erniang gritted her teeth and said, "Alright!"
She then took a deep breath. Needlework was her forte, and she was skilled in even the exquisite art of Suzhou embroidery. So, sewing up a wound was child's play for her.
Before long, a neat and beautiful suture appeared on the woman's abdomen, although it was made with ordinary needle and thread, making it look slightly abrupt.
But for the Wuhuan people, who have lived on the grasslands and deserts for a long time, it was already an ingenious creation.
At this moment, Liu Hong also arrived with penicillin, and Lü Tu handed it to Guo Erniang: "Apply it to the area around the wound. Don't be afraid. Wipe away the bloodstains before applying it."
Guo Erniang did as instructed, and to everyone's surprise, the bleeding that had been seeping out had now been partially stopped.
After doing all this, Guo Erniang was covered in sweat. The Wuhuan child next to her stepped forward and helped her up, then kowtowed repeatedly on the ground, saying in broken Dayu dialect, "Thank you, thank you."
Lu Tu turned around and led Guo Erniang outside to wash her hands with soap: "Remember to wash your hands with this soap before and after sewing wounds for others in the future."
Guo Erniang was taken aback for a moment, and said incredulously, "Sir, do you still want me to do this in the future?"
"Didn't you do a good job?"
Guo Erniang smiled bitterly and said, "It was a matter of life and death, there was nothing I could do, but you know, sir, that I am a woman and I am timid. I am only suited to do some manual labor."
Lu Tu shook his head and said, "Guo Erniang, you have such good skills. It would be a waste not to make use of them. I know you don't like Suzhou embroidery, but you have to think about your son, right? For every wound you sew for me and save a person, I will give you 10 catties of millet as a reward."
Upon hearing the word "son," Guo Erniang bit her lip and said, "Alright, sir, I agree, but if anything unexpected happens..."
Lu Tu waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about that. As long as you follow the method I just taught you, I will take full responsibility."
Guo Erniang finally realized what was going on and gave Lü Tu a long, meaningful look: "Sir, how about this? You can delegate this task to someone else, and I'll embroider Suzhou embroidery for you. You can take it and sell it!"
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