Tang Dynasty: A Guide to Avoiding Pitfalls for Li Er at the Start

Chapter 32: Sew up the old general's wound?
"who!"

Du Ruhui frowned. He had already given orders that no one was allowed to approach this place without permission.

"Kemin, it's me!" The man came in panting. Upon seeing him, Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui both stood up in surprise and went to greet him.

Wen He looked at him and felt that he looked familiar. After a moment of thought, he remembered who the person was.

Isn't that Liu Shili?

Wasn't he at Xuanwu Gate?

Why did you suddenly return to the Prince of Qin's residence?

"Where is Wen Xiaolang?" Liu Shili didn't have time to greet Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling before he hurriedly searched for Wen He.

Wen He, who was out of his sight, stood up in surprise and pointed to herself: "Looking for me?"

"Quick, come with me to the front yard!" He didn't have time to explain, and grabbed Wen He's arm, heading outside.

"What exactly happened?" Fang Xuanling did not stop him, but followed him. Du Ruhui did not have time to think about it and followed closely behind.

"It's Junhong. His wound is bleeding profusely, and the physicians are all helpless." Liu Shili gasped for breath, quickening his pace.

"His Highness says that only Young Master Wen can save him now!"

Wen He looked at Liu Shili in astonishment.

Has Jing Junhong's wound worsened?

He previously thought that Jing Junhong had survived and changed history.

I never expected such an accident to happen.

Does this mean history cannot be changed?

But he pushed the Xuanwu Gate Incident forward.

"Wait a minute!" Wen He grabbed his hand, trying to force him to stop, but Liu Shili was much stronger than her and was dragged for more than ten steps.

"I can't wait any longer, let's talk about it in the front yard!"

After saying that, he stopped holding onto Wen He, picked him up, and rushed forward.

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui hurriedly called out to him to be careful, and in the blink of an eye, Liu Shili had disappeared.

At this moment, the front courtyard of the Qin Prince's mansion was in complete chaos.

Cheng Zhijie rushed back, knife in hand, and was about to leave.

"Duan Zhixuan, let him go! I know His Highness values ​​Xue Wanche. I won't kill him, but I'll cut him with my sword!"

"Duke Su, calm down. If Xue Wanche could die, His Highness would have already beheaded him!" A burly man stood in front of him, and no matter how hard Cheng Zhijie tried, he couldn't move him an inch.

"You little rascal, do you think I can't beat you?!" Cheng Zhijie glared with his tiger-like eyes, clenching his fists in anger.

But the person in front of him was not afraid of him at all. With a bitter face, he spread his arms out in front of him to block the view.

He would rather be punched a few times by Cheng Zhijie now than be punished by His Highness Prince Qin afterward for not being able to stop him.

"Yaojin, stop fooling around!" A weak, cold voice came from behind, and Qin Qiong walked up from behind.

Upon seeing him, Duan Zhixuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Greetings, Duke Yi."

Qin Qiong nodded to him and asked, "How is Junhong?"

"He's unconscious. The wound is too big; even the physicians are helpless." Duan Zhixuan couldn't help but sigh.

"Second brother, that Xue Wanche is too arrogant. His Highness just tried to persuade him to surrender, but he still hurled insults at him. If His Highness hadn't stopped him, I would have beaten him to a pulp!"

He was exaggerating, but that was what everyone present thought.

"Let's not talk about that for now. Didn't we send someone to find Wen Xiaolang? Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Qin Qiong frowned. Although he was anxious, he knew that the more urgent the situation, the less he should rush things.

No sooner had he finished speaking than everyone heard a response from not far away: "Here he comes, young man Wen is here!"

Liu Shili was sweating profusely and out of breath, which was quite a feat for someone his age.

Upon seeing this, Duan Zhixuan quickly stepped forward, said thank you for your hard work, and took Wen He from his arms.

"Slow down, I'm dizzy."

In the Tang Dynasty, Wen He actually experienced motion sickness. "Young Master Wen, I'm sorry to have troubled you in such a hurry to save a life," Qin Qiong apologized, gesturing for Duan Zhixuan to take Wen He to Jing Junhong.

"Can this little kid really save the old general?" Cheng Zhijie could hardly believe it.

Like him, Qin Qiong didn't believe it either.

How could a child who is no more than ten years old possibly have the ability to save people?

But this was His Highness the King of Qin's request, so he had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

We arrived at a side hall.

Servants kept carrying bloody water out of there.

Two white-haired old men were flipping through medical books with worried expressions, while on a bed not far from them, an old man with a pale face was sleeping soundly, and the wound on his chest had stopped bleeding.

Several bold servants wiped the area around his wound with silk cloth.

"Stop looking, get out!"

When Duan Zhixuan carried Wen He in and saw this scene, he was immediately enraged.

What time is it? And you're still looking at medical books.

"Don't let them out, I still have a use for them." Wen He patted her face and then patted Duan Zhixuan's shoulder.

He didn't know who this person was, so he simply addressed him as "General".

"General, please put me down first."

"Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Wen."

Duan Zhixuan also had doubts in his heart: Did this young man Wen really have this ability?

You should know that those two medical officers were both veterans in the army, and had saved the lives of many soldiers in the past.

Even they were at a loss, could it be that this young man Wen possesses some kind of magic?

Wen He certainly didn't know any magic, but fortunately, he had learned some first aid techniques in his previous life.

He had examined Jing Junhong's wounds when they were at Xuanwu Gate.

The wound was large enough that it needed to be sutured, otherwise it would definitely worsen. Unfortunately, the Tang Dynasty did not have this knowledge.

He walked toward Jing Junhong's bedside, and the servants made way for him. Amid their confusion, Wen He lifted the silk cloth covering it.

The blood wasn't flowing very fast, but if it kept flowing like that, he would definitely die.

Fortunately, no internal organs were damaged; only the skin and flesh bled.

The pungent smell of blood made Wen He feel uncomfortable. He frowned and turned around, where the two medical officers were giving him questioning looks.

Do you know how to sew?

"what?"

Everyone in the room was shocked and couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"What does Wen Xiaolang mean by this? Do you mean to sew up the old general's wound with needle and thread?" Duan Zhixuan thought of a ridiculous idea.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen He's meaningful smile.

"We should be thankful that the old general's wound wasn't deep. If it had damaged his internal organs, I wouldn't have been able to save him. Don't just stand there, go and prepare a needle and thread, and get an oil lamp."

"Then have someone boil water, and all the silk cloths we'll be using later must be boiled in hot water."

If there is no alcohol, then we can only use high-temperature sterilization.

Whether this method will work or not is up to fate.

"If I cannot change your fate, then I will have to reconsider my future choices."

Wen He looked at Jing Junhong on the bed and clenched her fists tightly.

An unexpected incident occurred today, and the plot has been changed.

I hope all my fellow readers will be understanding.

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