Chapter 632 Chapter 0633 I always feel something is wrong

   "Where can I find a boat for you now?" Guan Xing said impatiently, "At least he is a general who leads an army alone, so why are there so many demands?"

  Feng Yongxin said that the **** is not yours, of course you don't feel bad.

   "What about the medical worker? The medical worker can't ride a horse either!"

   "When the time comes, someone will take him with him. It's only a day's journey. What are you afraid of?"

  Guan Xing said naturally.

   There is no shortage of horses, and now they have the support of the Hu people in Longyou, and Feng Yong is their future rich man.

  So there is no need for Feng Yong to speak. The leaders of those Qianghu will make friends with Feng Yong in advance in private. The good horses sent back and forth are not fifty, but thirty.

   "Polu, you come."

   In front of a carefully selected tall horse, Feng Yong waved to Liu Hun.

   "What is the general's order?"

   Liu Hun walked over without knowing why.

   "I remember your riding skills are very good?"

  Feng Yong asked a question.

When mentioning what he was good at, Liu Hun showed a reserved and somewhat proud expression on his face, "Return to the general, if this villain is not good at equestrianism, how can he show it well? I dare not say anything else, but The villain still has a bit of confidence in this riding skill."

   "That's good." Feng Yong was overjoyed, "You will take me with you when you ride the horse later. Remember to ride more steadily on the road, not too bumpy."

   "The general will obey."

  Although he was at a loss, although he didn't understand that General Feng would make such a request, Liu Hun immediately agreed.

  Feng Yong nodded with satisfaction.

   Today's horses don't have stirrups, and most of the saddles are made of wood. In his current state, if he really wants to sit on it and run wild for a day, Feng Yong feels that he may die.

  Although Liu Hun is a Hun, he has learned the Han etiquette for a long time and is very good at being a man, so he is very comfortable in using it.

  Although Tianshui County has just returned to the Han, it has the support of the local clan and Qianghu, and is protected by Nan'an County and Guangwei County at the same time, and does not connect with Liangzhou and Guanzhong.

  So among the four counties in Longyou, Tianshui County is already the most powerful county controlled by the Han.

  Guan Xing and Feng Yong don't need to bring too many people, they just need to lead them forward lightly.

  When they met the army led by Jiang Wei, it was when Zhang Bao fell ill.

  Lying on the couch, Zhang Bao's body was trembling slightly, his limbs were stiff, and the muscles all over his body were tense, as hard as a rock.

  His neck was not leaning against the pillow, and was already slightly lifted up. It could be seen that the blue veins were almost bursting out of the skin, which was a manifestation of muscle contraction.

  The weirdest thing is that Zhang Bao still has a smile on his face.

  If you don't look at his face, this kind of weird posture will make people feel that he is in great pain at this time, but if you look at his face again, you will feel that he is involuntary, which is really weird.

  Guan Xing rushed in, seeing this situation, he was anxious, "Xingwu, how are you?"

  When Zhang Bao heard the voice, his bloodshot eyes rolled to the side, as if he was trying to see the person clearly, which proved that he was still conscious.

  Feng Yong, who followed behind, had a strange pace, his legs were spread apart, his toes were bouncing, and at the same time he was constantly inhaling.

  Feng Yong's figure was reflected in Zhang Bao's pupils. His eyes, which were already wide open, suddenly widened a bit, with a bit of hope.

  Feng Yong came over and saw that Zhang Bao's face had turned purple and his lips were blue, his heart tightened!

   "No, it's shortness of breath!"

   During a tetanus attack, every muscle in the human body may convulse. If the respiratory muscles are affected and the respiratory muscles cannot be controlled autonomously, breathing difficulties will occur.

  In severe cases, people will stop breathing and even suffocate to death.

"What's the meaning?"

  Guan Xing saw that Zhang Bao's illness seemed to be much more serious than a few days ago, and he was already anxious.

   Now seeing Feng Yong say this with a solemn face, my heart suddenly hangs up. Although I don't understand it, it is definitely not a good thing.

   "I just can't breathe."

   "Then what to do?"

  Feng Yong didn't answer, ignoring his burning buttocks, sucked in the cold air, stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to pinch Zhang Bao's chin, and tried to open his mouth.

   With force on his hands, Zhang Bao's jaw didn't move.

  Feng Yong knew that it was not that Zhang Bao was unwilling to cooperate, but that he could no longer control his muscles.

   The force of clenching his teeth was too great.

  If you break it apart by force, there may be a solution, but in this way, Zhang Bao's jaw may not be removed, at least it will be injured.

   Seeing the white cloth wrapped around Zhang Bao's forehead, Feng Yong tore it off, and found that the wound was actually not that big, and had already begun to scar, with a little redness and swelling inside.

  Feng Yong got closer and saw that there was no trace of medicine applied around the wound, so he frowned slightly, "Did you not apply medicine after the injury?"

"It was just an accidental injury. At that time, Buqu had wiped off the blood. After returning to the camp, the medical workers bandaged it again. At that time, Xingwu had woken up and found that the wound was not too big, and the blood had already disappeared. It stopped, so I didn't care."

  Guan Xing explained behind him.

  Feng Yong turned around slightly annoyed, "Wipe off the blood? What did you use to wipe it off? How did the medical staff deal with it?"

  Seeing Feng Yong's expression, Guan Xing was a little uncertain about the meaning of his words, and looked a little panicked, "What do you mean?"

   "It is recorded in my teacher's school that the reason why Jin Chuang's disease occurs is because there are evil things invading the human body from the wound. There are two situations that are most likely to cause Jin Chuang's disease."

   "The first case is that after the injury, the wound entered the dirt, and the second case is that the wound was caused by rusted iron."

   "In these two cases, if the wound is not cleaned in time, and the wound is wrapped airtight later, the possibility of suffering from Jinchuang disease will be greatly increased."

  Clostridium tetani is an anaerobic pathogen, which can easily grow and multiply when the wound is narrow and deep without oxygen entering.

   Zhang Bao's wound is deep or not and Feng Yong doesn't know, but when he heard Guan Xing's words at this time, he must have treated the wound carelessly.

  Thinking of this, Feng Yong sneered, "Brother Zhang was injured when he fell down on the mountain and hit a rock. When he was injured, he might have been covered with mud."

   "I don't know how those parts wiped Zhang's brother's wounds. Presumably, even if there is mud on the wound, they wouldn't pay attention. That's all."

   "After returning to the camp, you saw that the bleeding had stopped, and the person was awake again. The wound was not too big. According to the habits of your army, it was probably just a hasty bandage."

   Speaking of this, Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Bao again, and heaved a long sigh. There was pity, but more anger. Anyway, he couldn't tell what it was like.

  Although Feng Yong didn't explain clearly, Guan Xing already understood.

  His face turned pale all of a sudden.

   In this way, didn't Zhang Bao do it on his own? Even the trilogy around him unintentionally acted as an accomplice.

   "Then what should we do?" Guan Xing immediately grabbed Feng Yong's hand, "You must find a way to save him!"

  Feng Yong could feel Guan Xing's hand trembling slightly, it was because of fear.

   At this moment, Fan Qi was finally helped in.

   Poor him, his riding skills are limited to being able to barely sit on the back of a donkey.

  Fan Qiyuan failed to master the skill of galloping on horseback.

  So along the way, others led him to run on horseback.

  Looking at Fan Qi with sloppy footsteps and pale face, Feng Yong knew that he had been bumped a lot along the way.

   It's just that Zhang Bao's illness left Fan Qi with no time to rest.

  Fan Qi was helped to Zhang Bao's couch and began to inspect the wound.

   "This wound must be cut open to dig out all the carrion inside."

  Fan Qi said decisively, and at the same time turned around, "The villain must also check General Zhang's whole body to see if there are any other wounds."

   "Brother, Dr. Fan wants to see a doctor for Zhang's elder brother, so let's go out first."

  Feng Yong saw Guan Xing standing behind Fan Qi, staring at Fan Qi's every move with worry, and tried to persuade him.

  Guan Xing didn't turn his head back, he waved his hand and said, "Everybody else, please go out."

   "Brother, we have to go out too."

  Feng Yong's voice sounded faintly behind him.

  Guan Xing then turned his head, "Us? Idle people waiting?"

  Feng Yong looked at him expressionlessly.

   Being watched by Feng Yong made him feel guilty, even if Guan Xing was reluctant, he had no choice but to respond, "Okay, I'll leave now."

   Not only Guan Xing is leaving, but Feng Yong is also leaving.

   Although Guan Xing was extremely reluctant, he could only go outside and wait.

  Compared to Guan Xing who was walking back and forth at the entrance of the tent, Feng Yong was much calmer and found a place to sit not far away.

  Tetanus is terrifying, but it is not contagious, and Feng Yong's army already has a standard procedure for dealing with this disease, so Fan Qi came out soon.

"How about it?"

  Guan Xing immediately went to meet him.

   It looks like the family members waiting in front of the operating room in later generations.

"General Zhang's illness has been stopped by the villain," Fan Qi replied. "At present, there are indeed only lesions on the forehead, so the first place where the evil energy is infected is the face and throat. This has led to General Zhang's every Every time the illness flares up, you may be out of breath..."

   "Can it be cured?"

  Guan Xing couldn't understand these words, so he asked impatiently.

  Feng Yong came over and relieved Fan Qi, "This disease can be cured, but it depends on the severity of the disease and the life of the person. If you have a good life, you can live. If you have a bad life, you can wait to die."

"you!"

  Guan Xing turned around abruptly, staring at Feng Yong, like a beast that chooses someone to devour.

After all, Feng Yong is also a person who has defeated famous generals. How could he succumb to Guan Xing's aura? He said to Fan Qi first, "How to heal General Zhang, you can go ahead and do it. Just tell Liu Hun what you need to prepare. .”

   "No."

  After everyone left, Guan Xing was about to go in to see Zhang Bao, but Feng Yong held him back, "Don't worry, brother, I have something I want to tell you."

   "Say something quickly!"

  Guan Xing's tone was very aggressive.

  Feng Yong understands his impatience, after all, Zhang Bao is his true love brother.

  Just because Guan Xing and Zhang Bao are true bases, Feng Yong felt that he had something to tell him.

   "The less people know about this matter, the better, brother, come with me."

  Feng Yong surreptitiously pulled Guan Xing to a corner, and then said softly, "Brother, you know, in fact, most of the time, Jin Chuangyu didn't die of illness, but died of being out of breath."

   When Fan Qi mentioned Zhang Bao's illness just now, he winked at Feng Yong.

  After the First World War at Jieting, Feng Yong, who had been paying close attention to the treatment of the wounded soldiers in the army, thought about it for a while and understood what he meant by what he said and that look in his eyes.

   Changed the soldiers in his own battalion, as long as he survived, Fan Qi had the final say on how to treat him.

  But Zhang Bao is different. His identity is destined to have some treatment methods, which need to be approved in advance.

   This kind of thing can only be done by Feng Yong.

  As soon as Guan Xing heard Feng Yong talk about Zhang Bao's illness, he immediately fell in love, "What do you mean, please explain."

   "It means that even if the disease can be cured, it may have died of being out of breath before the disease improved. Zhang's elder brother's illness is not too serious so far."

"It's just that his wound was on the forehead, and the throat was the first to be affected, so every time he got sick, he would suffer from shortness of breath. We had to find a way so that he could breathe when he got sick. "

  Guan Xing finally understood when he heard this, "So you went to break Xingwu's jaw just now, just to let him catch his breath?"

  Feng Yong nodded, glanced at Guan Xing, and said hesitantly, "To make brother Zhang's breathing smooth, opening his jaw is only the first step."

  Guan Xing didn't think about the meaning of Feng Yong's words at all, and asked eagerly, "What's the next step?"

  Feng Yong's eyes were a little erratic, he didn't dare to look at Guan Xing, "Brother...do you know...do you know the habit of breaking sleeves?"

   "Broken what? Broken sleeve?"

  Guan Xing suddenly widened his eyes.

   "Yes." Feng Yong said quietly, "Back then, my brother got falciparum malaria in Nanzhong. I also asked Zhang's brother the same question..."

  Guan Xing suddenly shuddered. He looked at Feng Yong and flinched a little. At the same time, he stepped back involuntarily, "What do you mean?"

   "It is to open the mouth of Zhang's brother, then pinch his nose, and finally blow air into his mouth..."

  Feng Yong made a gesture.

  Although Feng Yong only waved his arm a few times symbolically, Guan Xing felt as if he had seen a ghost, his feet were unsteady, he staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

   His lips trembled, "You...you..."

   "Brother, Zhang's brother's illness will not be relieved immediately. None of us knows whether he will be able to catch his breath when the next attack occurs."

  Feng Yong was unwilling to let Guan Xing go so easily, Guan Xing took two steps back, and he pushed two steps forward.

  I could only hear him continue to say, "And if Brother Zhang is allowed to clench his teeth like this when he is ill, there is a danger of biting his tongue..."

"do not talk!"

  Guan Xing yelled, he gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Feng Yong. His expression showed that if he could, he would like to kill this ground turtle on the spot!

   This time it was Feng Yong's turn to be taken aback, and quickly took two steps back.

"How to do?"

  Guan Xing squeezed these words out between his teeth.

  Artificial respiration, generally means air supply and chest compression. It can be explained in a few sentences. It doesn't need too many personal demonstrations, and Feng Yong didn't plan to demonstrate it himself.

   "It's best to let someone with a long breath do it. In this way, more Qi can enter the body of Zhang's brother."

   Having said this, Feng Yong glanced at Guan Xing.

   The corner of Guan Xing's mouth twitched.

"Brother Zhang's mind was clear when he got sick. Well, um, it's best to find someone who won't cause trouble for Brother Zhang afterwards, otherwise it's always bad if Brother Zhang doesn't figure it out and blames others. "

  Feng Tubie glanced at Guan Xing again.

  Guan Xing clasped his hands vigorously, his joints turned white. He was afraid that if he failed to control himself, he would slap the kid in front of him over.

   "What a lot of bullshit!"

  Guan Xing said viciously.

  Feng Yong pretended not to hear, and then took out something from his body, "When Zhang's brother got sick, we couldn't open his mouth, so we need to put this thing in his mouth before he got sick."

  Guan Xing fixed his eyes and saw Feng Yong holding a strange thing in his hand.

  A belt passes through a round wooden ball, and there are several small holes on the round wooden ball.

"What's this?"

  Guan Xing asked curiously.

   "Mouth ball." Feng Yong shook his head and explained with a serious face, "This small ball is used to block the mouth and prevent the mouth from closing. The small hole on the top can be used for ventilation."

   "This belt is used to put it on the head to prevent the ball from being ejected or swallowed.

"This is a good thing. Lieutenant generals in our army, whoever has Jinchuang disease and suffers from shortness of breath will use this thing. Others can breathe easily to the patient without worrying about not being able to open the jaw. It also prevents beautiful, er, sick people from biting their tongues."

  The words are very serious, and the expression is also very serious, but Guan Xing always feels that something is wrong, he always feels that this kid is extremely evil.

  (end of this chapter)