Wan Chunqin took the bottle and asked anxiously, "Second Young Master's wife, the eldest young master..."
Chi Xingyue shook her head, not knowing the situation inside. But since Doctor Cheng didn't scream, it should be okay and not life-threatening.
Sure enough, after seeing the few people, Doctor Cheng only instructed them to help take off their clothes and clean the wounds, without saying anything about preparing for the funeral.
Wan Chunqin breathed a sigh of relief and carefully poured the wine on Ling Jiren's arm. When she heard the other party hiss, her eyes turned red with heartache.
But he didn't dare to waste time because there were two brothers-in-law waiting to drink wine next to him.
As soon as Doctor Cheng inserted the silver needle into Ling Jihao, he found that there was something wrong with the liquid in the bottle.
How should I put it, it doesn't taste like alcohol, it seems like it was diluted with water.
He didn't dare to express his guess out loud, for fear of affecting the feelings of the Ling brothers.
Thinking that there wouldn't be any mistakes with his own medicine powder, he ignored it.
After instructing a few people on precautions, he quickly headed to the west wing.
Although Cao Dashan and his men were among the first group to be injured, people are close to each other and no one would ignore their own people and save strangers first.
It was the cold weather that prevented them from bleeding to death, but the impact of hypothermia was no less than that of a knife wound.
Doctor Cheng shook his head while taking the patient's pulse, thinking that even if he could save the patient, his body would probably be ruined.
But human life is at stake, and we cannot refuse treatment just because there are sequelae.
Call Jinbao, Yinbao, Shunzi, Qizi and Zhaocai for help. Some who need to take off clothes do so, and some who need to disinfect the silver needles do so.
There is order in the busyness, except that the sake bottle is on the opposite side and the follow-up cannot be kept up.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard Chi Xingyue knocking on the door: "Doctor Cheng, I went back to Qingfeng Courtyard to get a pot of wine to give to the injured inside first!"
Doctor Cheng hurriedly asked Jinbao to go out and get some wine, and then disinfected the wounds of several people.
The moment the alcohol touched the wound, several people screamed in pain.
Cao Dashan held his abdomen tightly, but there was no wound on his abdomen. Instead, his fingers and toes were a little blue and his face was extremely pale.
Doctor Cheng sighed and asked Jin Bao and others to treat their wounds. Then he massaged their bodies with his palms to restore the patients' body temperature as soon as possible.
Several people agreed and went to work. There were so many injured people in the west wing that they were almost packed together, filling up the two kangs.
Jinbao and the others were so anxious that smoke was about to come out of their heads, but they could only take care of half of it. As for the remaining half, well, they had to leave it to fate!
Just as I was thinking this, Chi Xingyue knocked on the door and brought in a pot of hot tea, asking the patient to drink it to warm up his body.
Jinbao looked at Doctor Cheng, who nodded, thinking that this treatment was fine.
He was too anxious and forgot about it. Fortunately, Chi Xingyue reminded him, otherwise, he would have achieved half the result with twice the effort.
Just as I was about to leave, I heard a commotion outside the yard. It turned out that Ling Yi and a few others were carrying Song Lizheng over.
Speaking of Song Lizheng, he was really lucky. After being kicked by Ling Jiheng, he was far away from the war zone and did not suffer any injury.
But it was really bad luck. He was so close to the Ling family mansion, but he was frozen to the point of losing consciousness.
Lying in the snow, it was not until Zhou's army cleaned up the battlefield that they discovered this "slippery fish".
In the words of Doctor Cheng, if it was any later, the person would have died. Even if he were to be revived now, he would not be able to have children because his body was so frozen.
But it doesn’t matter. Song Lizheng already has grandchildren, so this loss is not big.
Doctor Cheng asked Ling Yi to get some snow from the ground and rub it slowly on Song Lizheng's skin.
Rub his body until it's warm, and he'll wake up. He'll slowly recover, and after a few days of care, he'll be back to life.
Ling nodded and did as he was told. Before long, his hands were red and swollen from the cold, but he didn't complain at all.
Chi Xingyue glanced at it, shook his head and sighed. He thought to himself why it was so hard to live, why couldn't he even have a peaceful and stable life?
After compressing his expression, he went to Doctor Cheng's room. Looking at the dense crowd of relatives surrounding Ling Jiheng, he wanted to pour some more medical alcohol on him.
The old lady was so worried that she kept chattering away. Shu Muyun did the same, holding Ling Jiheng's big hands tightly with both hands.
Chi Xingyue reminded: "Grandma, it's getting late. You and Grandpa should go back and rest first. Doctor Cheng and I are here. Too many people will affect my husband's recovery!"
"Mom, Ling Yi and Ling Si are back. Dad should be nearby. Please go back and help boil some hot water and make some hot food so Dad can eat and rest!"
"And Nanny Chen, Aunt Taohua, and the Zhou family army rushed over to help kill the enemy, so we can escape this disaster.
Go to the main kitchen and make some broth. We can't let them starve or freeze. If there are any injured, bring them in. We have medicine at home, enough for them."
"Butler Ling, please wait here for a moment. Doctor Cheng has prepared some medicine and needs someone to boil it.
Aunt, please help take care of the children at home. There are many things to do when there are only a few people around, so you have to be more careful and make sure they don’t get bumped.
Aunt San and Xing'er helped to prepare some light meals. The injured people need to eat after they recover!
My uncle and aunt will stay in Zheguiyuan to help take care of the injured. They can't leave for a while!"
Chi Xingyue's words almost arranged everything for everyone in the Ling family.
But no one complained, and they all nodded and got to work. Only Gu Youlian, as if nothing had happened, went back to her room to sleep.
Geng Suhua held Ling Weiwei in one hand and Shu Rui in the other. In front of her were Ling Mingyue, Ling Minghao, and Ling Lanlan.
If Shitou hadn't been old and helping to take care of her, she, a pampered lady, really wouldn't have been able to handle it.
I feel so sad when I think of my heartless eldest daughter-in-law and Aunt Wan who helps take care of my eldest son.
I wish I hadn’t married this idiot!
Zheguiyuan returned to silence. Chi Xingyue raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from Ling Jiheng's forehead and asked him if it hurt.
Ling Jiheng shook his head with a stiff mouth, his eyes red, and thanked God for letting him survive.
He wanted to raise his hand to touch Chi Xingyue's cheek, but found that his arm was so painful that he couldn't lift it at all. He could only use his eyes to comfort her, but he was met with a pair of eyes filled with tears.
At this moment, Ling Jiheng felt that it was worth it. His young wife did have feelings for him, but the secret was too big and she didn't dare to be honest with her.
His lips moved as he said, "I'm fine, don't be afraid!"
Chi Xingyue nodded and disinfected him again. Ling Jiheng endured the pain and did not cry out.
Doctor Cheng came in from outside and laughed when he saw this scene.
"Boy, you have a good recovery ability. You woke up so quickly!" After saying that, he turned over his belt, took out the embroidery needle hidden inside, and prepared to suture the wound.
Chi Xingyue stopped him and handed the tools placed next to Ling Jiheng to him.
Ling Jiheng spoke in a hoarse voice, "I heard that curved needles are more suitable for suturing wounds, so I asked someone in the capital to help make these. Doctor Cheng, try them out. If they work, I'll have someone make a few more sets!"
Doctor Cheng took the suture needle, looked at it in surprise for a few seconds, and then smiled and said, "Excellent, excellent!"
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