Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

A wooden building surrounded a large group of people. Zhang Ben and Chen Hu helped Li Xin squeeze out of the crowd and drove a way so that Li Xin could penetrate into the innermost part of the crowd to see what's inside. The two servants of the Chen family also separated the roads in a way, and Xiaoling guarded Chen Youlan into the crowd.

The onlookers saw two big men with extraordinary clothes approaching, and they didn't dare to push and squeeze anymore, but consciously dispersed.

Only then did Li Xin see that the crowd surrounded at first turned out to be a great young man who looked eighteen or nineteen years old. He was lying on the ground with a painful face, holding his thigh. Something struck him on his calf, and it was horrified. Another old man who looked like the elder of the young man knelt beside the young man, weeping, and wailed weakly: "Help, help!"

In addition, there was a fat lady who was still in shock and fell to her side. It seemed that she was the one who made the scream just now.

Where did Chen Youlan have seen such a scary picture, she immediately took a breath of cold and took a step back subconsciously. Li Xin walked past her and asked the old man: "What's the matter?"

The old man was still a little at a loss. When he heard someone ask him, he immediately believed to Li as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw: "Noble man! Lord! Save my son! My son is only eighteen years old! He has not yet married a wife." Yeah!"

From the incoherent description in old Chinese, Li Xin learned that the old man and the young man in front of him were both bricklayers. Just now the young man climbed up to the prayer building next to him to repair the roof. He unexpectedly fell and was seriously injured.

Li Xin hadn't spoken yet, and a middle-aged man beside him regretfully said, "It's useless to ask. With such a big hole, no matter how good the golden sore medicine can stop the blood, even if the wound grows better, it will probably cause disability. !"

Hearing this, the old man's expression became even more sad, and he wept bitterly.

Standing behind Li Xin, Chen Youlan frowned tightly and couldn't bear it, but couldn't think of a way to help the old man, and even the circles under his eyes turned red unconsciously.

Li Xin calmed the old man and said, "Don't panic the old man. After I look at the injury, there may be rescue." He didn't dare to say too much. After all, he was an engineering student and didn't know much about medicine.

The old man nodded repeatedly and wiped away his tears.

Li Xin squatted down next to the groaning and groaning young man, and carefully checked his injuries. The middle-aged man who spoke before saw that Li Xin was wearing a brocade suit. He was obviously not a low-level person, so he didn't dare to say anything coldly. ......"

Li Xinzheng focused on checking his grief, and did not hear the middle-aged man's mumbling, but Chen Youlan, who was standing by, did. She gave the middle-aged man a vicious look, and said, "What's up to you? Even if you can't help, at least you can choose to shut up!"

Xiao Ling nodded vigorously, and stared at the middle-aged man with her own lady without showing any weakness.

The man didn't expect that he would be robbed, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to return his mouth, but noticed that behind the two little girls there were two sturdy servants in soap-colored clothes standing behind them, and they would start fighting if they didn't agree. In addition, there were two more fierce guys staring at him beside the two healthy servants, silently exuding a substantive terrifying murderous aura. Obviously, these two more fierce guys have really killed a lot of people.

The middle-aged man couldn't help shivering. He didn't dare to put one more fart, so he mixed into the crowd and disappeared.

When Zhang Ben and Chen Hu saw this, they put away their murderous aura, restored the appearance of the harmless old farmer, and smiled honestly at Chen Youlan. They are not deaf after all, let alone fools. After hearing the conversation between their prince and Chen Youlan just now, they knew that the pretty young girl in front of them was their future mistress. Where could they see the mistress being bullied by such idlers for no reason?

Chen Youlan was a little embarrassed, did not look at Zhang Ben and Chen Hu, silently turned his gaze to Li Xin, who was half squatting beside the wounded. He was frowning and inspecting the young man's **** injured leg, his expression serious as if he and the half leg were the only ones in the world.

Li Xin looked at the leaves standing on the young man, then looked up at the big tree two or three stories behind him, and nodded silently.

Obviously, this young man was very lucky. After falling from such a high roof, he happened to be hung on a tree, offsetting part of the force of the fall, so he didn't fall directly to death, and he didn't even have a fracture. However, although this big tree helped this young man save his life, it also cut his skin and flesh with its sharp branches.

The young man's wound was very irregular, with a lot of dust and debris embedded in it, and it looked dirty. Generally speaking, the situation is not too bad, because there is no large artery on the calf and it is not injured. Although the amount of bleeding just now looks large, it can stop on its own after a while. If the wound can be sutured to promote healing, maybe this young man will be able to climb up and down like today.

"Fortunately, I didn't hurt the major blood vessels. I might be able to save him." After Li Xin confirmed his judgment, he tentatively said to the old man, "But I don't dare to pack the ticket to succeed. If you want, maybe I You can try, it won't leave him disabled."

Hearing this, the old man was very willing, and there was no disagreement, he nodded immediately: "The noble master, even if the cure is broken, we will only blame ourselves for a bad life, and will never blame the master!"

The commotion here has long attracted the monks in the temple. As soon as Li Xin looked up and saw a few novice monks standing by, he said to them: "Go, boil a large pot of boiling water to cool down, and bring me some needles and thread by the way."

When a clever novice monk heard the words, he quickly turned and walked into the temple, probably to prepare something.

Seeing that the young man's face was a little pale, Li Xin helped him press the upper part of the wound to reduce the amount of bleeding.

Chen Youlan leaned over a little and asked, "You can still get medical skills? Is it okay?"

Li Xin smiled bitterly: "What can we do, let the dead horse be a living horse doctor." Although the young man did not injure the large blood vessels and would not die from hemorrhage, the wound was dirty after all. If debridement and suture are not carried out, the future There will certainly be a high risk of infection. In this Tang Dynasty without antibiotics, it was almost equal to death.

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