Da Tang: Father, can I resign?

Chapter 122 Follow me and use Murong's skull as a chamber pot

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Li Ming swallowed hard.

Although these crudely made sticks could hardly be called weapons.

But there is no problem at all in stabbing a few tender kids to death.

"Auntie, why are you..."

Chief Wu suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice:

"You saved the wrong person!"

"I...I..." Aunt Wu's eyes were filled with tears and she glared at Li Ming with resentment.

I can't say that I was deceived by these little bastards.

Want face.

"Our surname is Zhang, and we are indeed from the Zhang family! We didn't lie!" Fang Yize was still being stubborn.

"Right, right, right! I haven't seen the Zhang family's sons. What's wrong with rescuing four children of similar age being chased by Murong family's lackeys?"

Aunt Wu also started to argue.

His father, Chief Wu, was extremely angry:
"These four noble kids, which one of your eyes looks like Zhang Lizheng! Take them to me..."

Ugh……

Behind the quarreling father and daughter, an old sigh was heard.

A hunched old man was kneeling beside the corpse, leaning on a cane and slowly turning towards Li Ming and his group.

With the help of the flickering firelight, Li Ming discovered that the actual age of this "old man" was not very old, at most in his early thirties.

But the hard days made his back hunched, his hair gray, and the wrinkles on his face as deep as the river valleys of Yanshan Mountain.

The Red Scarf bandits seemed to be in awe of this prematurely aged little man and immediately quieted down.

Li Ming guessed that he was the "Zhang Lizheng" mentioned by the father and daughter.

In the administrative system of the Tang Dynasty, the county town implemented the lifang system, and the outside of the city implemented the xiangli system.

Li Zheng is the head of the smallest administrative unit "Li", usually a respected elder in the village, equivalent to the later "village chief".

"You, the Red Scarf Army, were driven out of the border between Pingzhou and Yingzhou by the Khitans. It was our village that gave you shelter." Zhang Lizheng sat on the ground, his shrill voice full of disappointment:
"Murong Yan's lackeys came into the village to interrogate your whereabouts. We didn't reveal a single word, but in the end, those beasts kidnapped my four young sons."

Chief Wu lowered his head in shame.

Some people in the Red Turban Army spat and cursed, "The Murong family are all beasts."

"Today, I want you to help me rescue my son, and I also want the young and strong people in the village to help."

Zhang Lizheng suddenly raised his voice, lifted his walking stick, and hit the ground hard.

"This is the result? Four bodies of my son, and four little brats whose origins are unknown?!"

Aunt Wu's face turned red like a peach.

Yuchi Xunyu didn't know if his brain was spinning or what, he muttered quietly:
"The four sons were found, and the four living children were also found. In fact, it's almost the same..."

The scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone turned their heads and stared at the four little uninvited guests.

The look in his eyes could no longer be described as unkind.

Li Ming just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Hehe, hehe, hehehe!"

Zhang Lizheng laughed abruptly, and the shrill sound was particularly creepy in the silent night.

"You're right, you're right." He pointed at the four little ones and nodded repeatedly:
"As long as your life can be exchanged for my son's life and the lives of the villagers, you are right!"

The villagers' dissatisfaction with the Red Turban Army reached its peak.

The Red Turban Army also transferred their hatred to these four slippery children.

"That..." Yuchi Xunyu realized that he had said the wrong thing and got into trouble, and tried desperately to make amends:
"You are the enemy of the Murong family, and we are also the enemy of the Murong family. Shouldn't we be friends?"

Leader Wu's eyes were cold:
"Is this your last words?"

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

At this moment, heart-wrenching screams were heard from the forest at the entrance of the village.

A group of armed villagers supported a wounded young man and ran back to the village in a panic.

"Saburo!"

A woman rushed towards the young man like a madman, and when she saw her son's wounds, she gasped in fear.

The young man was pale, barely breathing, his entire arm had been chopped off, and blood was flowing out.

The residents living in the deep mountains obviously have no knowledge of first aid.

Before long, the young man bled to death.

"Another one..." Zhang Lizheng sighed:

"Because of your bandits and your army, another one of you is killed!"

Chief Wu had a gloomy expression on his face and stared at his careless daughter in silence.

Aunt Wu lowered her head in silence, staring at her toes guiltily.

At this time, she seemed to hear someone calling her.

"Hey! Hey! Sister, sister!"

Aunt Wu raised her head and saw the cutest and youngest of the four children calling her.

Humph... She snorted lightly and didn't want to pay attention to it.

Li Ming persisted:

"I can find a way to save that young man!"

"Just keep lying!" Aunt Wu didn't believe a single word of the lies these cunning little devils said.

"He's going to die anyway, why not let me save him?"

Li Ming's words were like the devil's whispers, making Aunt Wu feel itchy.

But she no longer dared to act on her own and whispered a few words in her father's ear.

Chief Wu didn't believe it at all. He waved his hands irritably and scolded his daughter unhappily:
"You've been tricked once, but you still haven't learned your lesson?"

"My son!"

At this time, the shrill cry of a woman at the entrance of the village was heard.

The young man's face was paler than when he first arrived. He was unconscious and dying.

The villagers looked at the Red Turban Army with hostility.

If we don't save our face, we will definitely not be able to stay in this village.

"Tsk..."

Chief Wu seemed to have made up his mind. He spat and strode towards Li Ming.

The three little ones immediately chimed in:
"Brother Ming is a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life! If he doesn't take action, that guy will die immediately!"

Leader Wu ignored the three chattering children and cursed Li Ming fiercely:

"If you dare to play tricks..."

"Just dig out our hearts and soak them in wine." Li Ming looked into the other person's eyes calmly.

Chief Wu was frightened by this momentum and took a step back, scratching his head and muttering:
"That's not the case...How do you plan to save people?"

Li Ming said fluently:

“Stop the bleeding first and tie up his broken arm tightly with a piece of cloth.

"Give him some water and some nutritious food... In other words, give him some expensive food to replenish his blood."

This process sounds reasonable.

Chief Wu gritted his teeth and squatted beside the woman to give her a few words of advice.

In the spirit of trying everything possible, the villagers stepped aside and watched Chief Wu's actions with indifference.

Chief Wu looked at Li Ming:
"What are you waiting for? Come on!" "You go ahead. I'm not strong enough and can't bandage tightly enough." Li Ming said confidently:
"Just do as I say and believe in yourself."

The corner of Chief Wu's mouth twitched, and he realized that he had been tricked.

But with so many people watching, he couldn't back down.

He could only tear off a corner of his clothes and bandage the young man under the remote guidance of the big talker Li Ming.

"Go up, go up again, the artery is so damaged that we need to bandage the side close to the heart!
"Tighter, tighter! Are you satisfied?

"Right, right, right... No, no, don't pack the rotten meat in there. Will you be responsible if it gets infected?"

After a flurry of activity, the wound was bandaged properly.

The villagers held torches and came closer for a closer look.

"The bleeding has stopped, it has really stopped!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Amitabha, may the Bodhisattva bless us, may the Bodhisattva bless us..." the wounded man's mother kept repeating.

Huh... Chief Wu let out a long breath and nodded to Li Ming:

"You have some ability."

The bandits also laid down their weapons and stopped pointing their guns at their throats.

Li Ming did not relax at all, and his tone was anxious:
"Have you forgotten what I told you? Hurry up and provide nutrition to the wounded!"

At his call, the villagers all got busy.

"The water must be boiled. You can't give him raw water to drink. He's weak now. If he drinks it, he'll get diarrhea from E. coli and he'll be dead!

"Bring him some food, meat, eggs, milk! At least some soybeans for protein!"

The villagers didn't quite understand what was said, but they didn't dare ask for help as it would make them seem dumber than the children.

The whole village was searched thoroughly before they found an egg deep inside an empty shack.

Cook it, mash it, and feed it into the mouths of young people.

After drinking the hot water and eating the eggs, his face became visibly rosier.

"Mother? Am I... not dead?" He opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, and murmured weakly.

The woman was already in tears:

"Son, don't talk and have a good rest. It was a little miracle doctor who saved you..."

Alas... Zhang Lizheng, who had been silent all this time, sighed:
"What's the point of saving him like this? It's just a flash of life."

The woman's complexion suddenly changed:

"Mr. Zhang, what do you mean?!"

But the experienced villagers nodded and said:

"What Zhang Lizheng said is actually correct."

The voice of the village head contained vicissitudes of life:
"After a while, his wound will turn into gangrene, pus and blood will flow out, and his fever will not subside. He will eventually die, and it will be a very painful death..."

Gangrene…When the woman heard the word, her face turned pale.

Chief Wu's face darkened again.

Gangrene is like a lingering curse.

Many of his soldiers only suffered minor injuries, but their wounds would fester for no reason, and they would eventually have high fevers, pus all over their bodies, and die miserably.

It can even be said that more Red Turban Army soldiers died of gangrene than those directly killed by Murong Yan!

At this time, that childish and calm voice sounded again:
"Gangrene is an infection. Now is the time. Use high temperature disinfection to kill the microorganisms in the wound."

The villagers, the Red Turban Army, as well as Changsun Yan, Fang Yize, and Yuchi Xunyu all looked at Li Ming in confusion.

Is this a passage from Buddhist scriptures?
I know every word, but I can't understand them when they are put together.

Li Ming looked at their confused faces and shouted anxiously:

"Use fire! Use something hot to burn the wound!"

Burn the wound with fire?
Is this healing or branding the donkey?

Why don't you just rub salt into the wound?!
Leader Wu glared and roared:
"Freeze said!"

This roar was so powerful that it made many villagers tremble in their hearts.

Even countless birds in the forest were startled.

Li Ming, however, was not afraid of this unknown thief at all, and was even more confident than Chief Wu:

"You are responsible for the death of someone?!"

"This..." Chief Wu was choked by the question.

Where does this kid come from? Isn’t he afraid of the outlaws at all?

"Grandpa..." Aunt Wu pulled her father's sleeve.

"Oh, I know!"

Chief Wu had no choice but to give up.

"Fire!"

Chief Wu placed a javelin - the only metal tool in the hands of this "rebel army" - on the fire for a long time, took a deep breath, and placed the hot javelin head on the young man's severed limb.

Hiss... Everyone could hear the sound of burning flesh, which made them shudder.

"Ugh..." The young man didn't have the strength to shout. He could only wriggle weakly, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

The mother glanced away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

"Huh..." Leader Wu took another deep breath and moved the javelin away tremblingly.

Oh?
He was somewhat surprised to find that the wound actually closed after being burned.

The young man was also exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

Although blisters formed on the wound.

But fatal gangrene did not develop and the wounds did not break.

The young man did not have a fever and his breathing was very even.

The person was saved!
Chief Wu wiped his sweat, nodded to Zhang Lizheng as if he was not worried, and decisively activated the "I have a friend skill":
“These four children are my friends, and I originally wanted to rescue them.

"During the time they are in the village, they might as well treat the villagers."

Aunt Wu's stubbornness was actually inherited from her father.

"Really?!" the villagers cheered softly.

There is finally a doctor in the village!
The corner of Zhang Lizheng's mouth twitched.

He didn't believe the bandits' lies at all.

However, a doctor

And he's a doctor who can bring the dead back to life.

In this small mountain village in the Yanshan Mountains... no, in Lulong County, in the entire barren Pingzhou.

They are all extremely precious resources!
Zhang Lizheng felt the villagers' eager gazes.

He could only suppress the pain of losing his son and looked at Li Ming and his group.

"Yes, Chief Wu and Aunt Wu and I are all friends."

Li Ming stood between the father and daughter in a familiar manner, crossed his arms, and said to Zhang Lizheng: