0p0 Chapter 168 Treating Wounds
Chapter 168 Treating Wounds
Zheng Sisi walked directly to the injured people and said to the woman, "Auntie, hold him and don't move. I'll stop the bleeding first."
The woman raised her head, looked at Zheng Sisi with a pair of desperate eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Girl, can my Shitou be saved? Girl, please save my Shitou. We don't have a daughter anymore, and we can't be without a son. If Shitou dies, we can't live either."
Zheng Sisi could understand her feelings and comforted her: "Auntie, don't worry, I'll take a look at the injury first."
Zheng Sisi squatted down and Rose took the bag from her hand in time. Zheng Sisi lifted the hair of the injured young man. The wound was just on the side of his forehead. If it was a little bit off, it would have hit his temple. It was lucky that Shitou was lucky.
The wound was very large, probably caused by being hit with a stick, and the person was hit very hard.
Zheng Sisi turned around and said to Captain Zhao, "Captain Zhao, please arrange for someone to drive a carriage to get a doctor, and hurry up."
Captain Zhao replied, "Okay, County Lady."
He said to the yamen runner who followed him: "Go quickly!"
The yamen runner was about to leave after hearing this, but the third prince said, "Qingfeng, go drive the carriage, hurry up."
Qingfeng and the yamen runner immediately ran out to call a doctor.
The Third Prince did not want Zheng Sisi to have a death just after he took over the manor. He had killed many people on the battlefield, protecting millions of ordinary people, and he did not want to see the people of his country being killed by others.
Zheng Sisi asked Rose to open the bundle, and she took out cotton swabs and iodine. Because the wound was large and there was mud from the stick on it, Zheng Sisi poured the iodine directly onto the wound, while using a cotton swab to clean out the mud and sand, otherwise it would cause infection and inflammation.
There was a burning pain when the iodine was poured on the wound. Shitou's brows wrinkled unconsciously and he hummed softly, causing the woman holding him to cry again.
Zheng Sisi comforted her, "Auntie, it's okay. It's a good thing that he can feel the pain."
Zheng Sisi saw that Shitou was bleeding too much and might have no strength or energy left. She cleaned the stone and instructed, "Dongzhi, go get some ginseng slices."
After hearing this, Dongzhi ran out with a bang and quickly handed a few slices of ginseng to Zheng Sisi. Zheng Sisi took one slice, pinched Shitou's chin, and put the ginseng slice in his mouth.
Zheng Sisi continued to clean the wound until there was no more mud or sand. She then opened the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao and sprinkled a thick layer of the white powder on the wound.
Miraculously, the bleeding wound stopped after pouring Yunnan Baiyao on it, making the woman next to it cry and laugh, as her stone would finally not die.
After applying the medicine, Zheng Sisi wrapped the wound with the white cotton cloth she had prepared in advance and wrapped it around her head several times.
Zheng Sisi said: "I'm not a doctor. I can only handle some simple things. I've already arranged for someone to call the doctor. Help him lie down for a while. Don't move too much, otherwise he will get dizzy and vomit. I'll handle the rest after the doctor comes."
While Zheng Sisi was treating Shi Tou's wound, everyone looked at her in silence.
The villagers were grateful that there was a kind person who helped them and was able to take out the expensive ginseng. Everyone was happy that Shitou would not die.
The people who were protected by the servants saw so many people and didn't know their identities. Captain Zhao was also there. Even Captain Zhao had to listen to her. They didn't dare to offend him and didn't say anything to stop him.
Now Zheng Sisi has finished treating Shi Tou's wound. She can't treat the man's leg injury, so she can only wait for the doctor to come and treat it.
Zheng Sisi asked: "Who can tell me now what happened that caused so much fighting and killing?"
Before the villagers could say anything, Fang Zhuangtou, who was protected by the servants, asked, "Who are you? This is our village's business, we will handle it ourselves."