Chapter 631 I don't ride a horse!

  Guan Xing didn't even bother to sit down in the front hall, he was walking around anxiously, wondering when Feng Yong would come over.

   Unexpectedly, after turning around twice, Feng Yong's figure appeared at the door, "Brother, what happened?"

  Guan Xing was overjoyed, and was about to go up to him, but suddenly remembered something, took two steps back, looked Feng Yong up and down, with suspicion in his eyes, "You...you finished cleaning so soon?"

   "What cleaning?" Feng Yong was a little confused, "The clothes are just wet, just change them, and still need to be cleaned?"

  Hearing this, Guan Xing quietly took another step back, "Oh...that's up to you."

  Feng Yong saw Guan Xing's appearance of avoiding snakes and scorpions, and then remembered his strange behavior when he broke into his room just now, and thought to himself, did this brother-in-law misunderstand me?

   "Uh, I was beaten with a military stick a few days ago, and I was just checking how the wound was doing..."

  Feng Yongqian laughed.

  When Guan Xing heard this, he realized that he seemed to have misunderstood, so he laughed dryly, "What's so interesting? Colorful..."

   "How did brother know?"

  Feng Yong was shocked by this, he thought to himself these days, apart from glancing at himself twice a day, only Fan Qi has seen it.

   But if he really has the courage to speak out, isn't he afraid that I will kill him?

   "Chief of the general family, which one has never been beaten? It is Sanniang, who was urged to read and read when she was a child, and she was often beaten."

  Guan Xing smiled indifferently.

  Knowing that Feng Yong was only wet and not dirty, brother-in-law finally felt relieved.

  Recalling the purpose of my trip, I slapped myself on the head again, "Oops, I almost forgot the business."

As he spoke, he looked at Feng Yong, his face changed into an extremely anxious look, and he said quickly, "Xingwu was injured, the medical worker said he had Jinchuang's disease, and he will arrive in Jicheng in two days! Let me ask you, is there any way to heal in your master's knowledge?"

   "Jin Chuang Pain? Isn't that tetanus?" Feng Yong promoted a new medical system in Nanxiang, and of course he had an understanding of the most likely trauma complications on the battlefield.

   It’s just that there is no such thing as tetanus at this time, and its name is Jin Chuangyu.

  Tetanus is a specific infection closely associated with various traumas.

   It doesn't look at how badly you've been injured, or how deep your wounds are, as any type and size of trauma can cause tetanus.

  It is possible that your stomach will be cut open with a knife, and your intestines will be exposed. As long as you handle it properly, you will have a high probability of surviving.

  But if you stepped on a rusty iron sharp object, or only a small wound was covered with mud, not even a drop of blood was shed.

   You can also get a tetanus infection if you don't treat the wound well, which can kill you.

  This depends on fate.

  Not to mention the period of the Three Kingdoms, even in later generations with advanced medical technology, tetanus has always accounted for a large proportion of diseases caused by injuries on the battlefield.

   Therefore, the troops who are on the front line or are often in emergency combat readiness will conduct popular science on common diseases caused by trauma.

   It is precisely because of this that Feng Yong knows such a statistic: as long as people who are confirmed to be infected with tetanus have a death rate between 20% and 30%.

   But if it has entered a severe late stage, it will be as high as 70%.

   "Break what?"

   Guan Xing didn't hear what Feng Yong said clearly for a while.

   "Tetanus, my teacher's name." Feng Yong didn't have time to explain to Guan Xing, and asked with a frown, "How is brother Zhang's condition now? Is it serious?"

   "This is Jin Chuang's trouble, how can it be serious or not? Even if it is not serious now, it will gradually worsen in the future. Medical workers are simply helpless!"

   Guan Xing was much more anxious than Feng Yong when he mentioned this, "Is there anything you can do?"

   "Tsk!" Feng Yong said dissatisfiedly, "If the condition is not serious, I can still think of a way. If it has reached the point where it often occurs, then I can only resign myself to fate."

Guan Xing came here just in case, but he didn't expect to hear Feng Yong's words. He was overjoyed at the moment, and quickly replied, "I just got sick, and I only sent one or two times a day. Do you really have a way?"

  Feng Yong took a look at Guan Xing, "After the battle of Jieting, 60% of the soldiers in our battalion won Jin Chuang's house and survived. Do you think I can do anything?"

  A 40% mortality rate, under the medical system of later generations, is an extremely terrifying and terrible disease.

   But in this era without even the most basic hygiene knowledge, especially in the treatment of wounded soldiers after the war, this is a miracle.

  Even Fan Qi praised the miracle.

   More importantly, as long as the injured soldiers show signs of tetanus attack, targeted treatment can be carried out at the earliest stage, which is why the cure rate is so high.

   It was also because it was a miracle that when Guan Xing heard it, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he said decisively, "Impossible!"

   What time is this? How dare this kid brag?

  Guan Xing was already extremely anxious, but now he became even more annoyed.

   "The sooner this disease is discovered, the better it can be cured. If it is treated immediately at the onset of the disease, there is at least a 70% chance of being cured. The longer it is delayed, the less likely it will be cured."

  Feng Yong had an expression of disbelief, "I know that this disease occurs most often after the war, so I made preparations early on. It's a pity that the medicinal materials are hard to find, and I only did some experiments in Yuexuan."

   "In addition, there are not many qualified medical workers on hand, so many soldiers in the battalion still failed to be rescued..."

   Speaking of the latter, Feng Yong sighed again.

  The establishment of a medical system cannot be built overnight. The Nanxiang medical system can reach today's scale, in addition to Feng Yong's deliberate and strong support, and the disciples and grandchildren of Fan A and Li Dangzhi as the foundation.

  Guan Xing's eyes burst into light when he heard this, he took Feng Yong's hand and walked out.

  Feng Yong was caught off guard and almost fell, "Brother, where are you taking me?"

"Didn't you say that the sooner you treat this disease, the better? Xingwu is being sent over from Linwei. We walk east from Jicheng, and we will meet them halfway. At least we can give Xing a day earlier." Martial arts."

  Guan Xing said without turning his head, his hand was like an iron hoop firmly grasping Feng Yong's arm, for fear that Feng Yong would run away if he loosened his hand a little.

  Although Feng Yong was anxious, he calmed down when he heard that Zhang Bao's condition was not in the terminal stage, "What's the rush? I have to call the medical staff over, and the medicinal materials also need to be prepared."

  Guan Xing's heart was burning along the way. Hearing Feng Yong's words, he realized that he had lost his composure. He turned around and asked apologetically, "It's because I was too impatient. How long will it take to prepare?"

   "It won't take long, probably an hour at most."

  The medicinal materials have been prepared a long time ago. Although they were used in large quantities a few days ago, they should not be used up. It is a rule to keep a little reserve just in case.

   Mainly because he didn't know what Fan Qi needed to prepare.

   "Okay, then wait another hour."

   Guan Xing said.

  Feng Yong finished arranging things, and then remembered something, his face changed slightly, "Brother, shall we ride there?"

   "Naturally, riding a horse."

   "Then can I not go there? I don't think I will be of much help in the past, just let Fan Qi go there."

  Feng Yong touched his **** subconsciously.

   "No! You have to go!" Guan Xing vetoed Feng Yong's proposal, "As long as you follow, even if you don't do anything, it will make people feel more at ease."

  Lao Tzu is the high priest? Shaman? Priest? Give you a status aura?

   "I don't ride a horse!"

  Feng Yong only felt that his buttocks seemed to be burned by fire. He said with trembling lips, "Is it possible to sail a boat on the Weishui River? I can ride a boat, and my speed is no worse than riding a horse."

  According to Guan Xing's state, if he really wants to ride a horse, he will run wildly all the way, and when the new meat on his buttocks has not yet grown, he will have to grind off a layer of skin. Is this still necessary?

  (end of this chapter)