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

Chapter 34 said that this wine was meant to save someone.

The newcomers were Cheng Zhijie and a group of soldiers pushing a cart.

The cart was piled high with wine jars, each as wide as a person's embrace.

This amount of wine is more than enough to use for bathing, let alone drinking.

"I didn't want to drink," Wen He said with a bitter face.

It's one thing for Duan Zhixuan to go get the wine, but why did he bring this jinx along?

"I don't drink. Oh right, I just remembered, that kid Duan Zhixuan said you're going to use this wine to treat General Jing's injuries. Tell me what you're going to do, is it to force-feed it to him?"

Cheng Zhijie casually took a jar of wine from the cart and removed the cap without saying a word.

A delicate fragrance drifted into Wen He's nostrils on the breeze.

The wine has a strong aroma, but it's not pungent; it even seems to have a sweet fragrance.

"This is top-quality yellow wine." He glanced down at the wine jar, smacked his lips a few times, and then picked up the jar and headed towards where Jing Junhong was resting.

Seeing this, Wen He quickly stopped him.

"Duke Su, please don't be anxious. This wine is not for use now, nor can it be used now."

Cheng Zhijie was as burly as a small mountain, and Wen He felt a sense of oppression coming towards her when she stood in front of him.

"If it's not needed, why is that kid Duan Zhixuan in such a hurry?"

Old Cheng snorted heavily and looked down at the wine jar in his hand again.

"Then this wine."

"Please, Duke Su, make yourself at home." Judging from his drooling expression, he must have been itching to drink for a long time.

Upon hearing this, he chuckled twice, licked his lips, and picked up the wine jar to gulp it down.

"Cheng Yaojin, what are you doing!"

Suddenly a loud shout rang out, and Cheng Zhijie shivered, startled, and quickly put down the wine jar.

"No, Your Highness, I didn't do anything." He hurriedly slammed the wine jar to the ground, spilling the wine all over his hand.

Looking up, he saw Li Shimin, with a solemn expression, leading his men towards them.

Qin Qiong, Changsun Wuji, and others followed behind him.

"Didn't you say you were going to use this wine to save people? Why are you drinking it?" Li Shimin glanced coldly at Cheng Zhijie, his gaze finally settling on Wen He.

Seeing his serious expression, Wen He chuckled: "It's my fault for not explaining clearly earlier. I need to use these wines to make alcohol, but the process is complicated, so we definitely won't need them now. However, we will still need them when we change General Jing's dressings in the future."

"Alcohol?" Li Shimin narrowed his eyes. He didn't know what it was, but he was certain it was something from later generations.

"Is it possible to save him?" He was a little uneasy.

Previously, the physicians had all said there was no hope of recovery, but he decided to give it a try and had Liu Shili bring Jing Junhong back to find Wen He.

Just now, Duan Zhixuan sent someone to report to him that Wen He needs a lot of wine to save people.

His first reaction upon hearing this was that it was absurd, but then he thought that perhaps it was something that people in later generations had discovered that could heal wounds in wine.

Out of curiosity, he returned to the Prince of Qin's residence with Changsun Wuji.

Wen He's answer only solidified his belief.

"This alcohol has a miraculous effect on external injuries?" Changsun Wuji knew what Li Shimin wanted to ask, so he asked on his behalf.

"It can't heal wounds, but it can kill germs. As for what killing germs is, I'll explain later." Wen He wasn't deliberately keeping her in suspense; she had just seen the Xuanjia Guards who had gone out to find the coroner return.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man with a weathered face, dressed in coarse cloth shorts.

"Wen Xiaolang, the coroner, come here..." The Xuanjia Guard was anxious to report his mission, but before he could finish speaking, he saw several pairs of eyes in the courtyard looking at him.

"Uh, Your Highness." The Xuanjia Guard hurriedly bowed. The coroner behind him trembled and hurriedly bowed as well: "This humble one, Agui, greets all the distinguished guests."

His legs were trembling.

This is the Prince of Qin's residence, so he doesn't even need to guess who this prince is.

"No." Li Shimin replied calmly, then looked at Wen He, his questioning gaze seemingly seeking an answer from him.

Wen He did not reply to him immediately, but walked towards the coroner.

"Has Your Excellency ever sewn up a corpse before?"

Upon hearing this, Agui nodded to Wen He with a puzzled look: "Reporting to the young master, this is a family heirloom. My father and grandfather were both coroners, and sewing corpses is a daily routine for them."

"That's good, but today you won't be sewing up corpses, you'll be sewing up living people." Wen He smiled at him, and A Gui's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in fright.

"Young Master Wen, are you not planning to have General Jing's wound stitched up?!" Changsun Wuji exclaimed in surprise.

Li Shimin took a deep breath.

He had never heard of such a method before.

The others around them were already startled when Wen He mentioned this.

"In my hometown, stitching up wounds is a common way to treat external injuries. Although I have not studied medicine, I know some first aid methods. If you don't believe me, then please find someone else."

Wen He spread his hands and shrugged.

There were many people around, so he restrained himself and didn't mention that this was the future way to treat external injuries.

But when he said that he was in his hometown, Li Shimin understood what he meant.

"Let him give it a try."

He had no better options now and could only trust Wen He.

He also wanted to prove something else: if Wen He could save Jing Junhong through future means, then what he had said about Guanyinbi was probably true.

"Thank you for your help." He turned back and said to the frightened Agui.

Agui shuddered, and her legs went weak. If someone hadn't been there to support her, she would have definitely fallen to the ground.

"Are we really going to stitch up a living person?" He swallowed hard, his heart filled with panic.

Are these powerful figures really that cruel?
“What are you afraid of? Just treat it as… just treat it as if you were still here.” Wen He wanted to say, just treat it as if you were sewing up a dead person, but Li Shimin seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, and glared at him coldly, interrupting him.

"Let's go, let me take you to wash and disinfect your hands first, then we'll proceed with the surgery."

It's a pity we didn't have time to prepare the silkworm rearing room, otherwise the results would have been even better.

"Bring over all the boiled needles and thread. Remember to wash your hands with warm water before touching them, so they don't get dirty."

Wen He reminded the people outside, and the servant named A Tu immediately went to do it himself.

His Highness the King of Qin was here, and this was the perfect opportunity for him to make a name for himself. He was about to go and pay his respects when he heard a complaint coming from not far away: "Those who are not related to this, don't block the way. Get out of here!"

Wen He didn't say who it was, but Li Shimin and the others understood that he was referring to himself.

"The Duke of Su is talking about you. Don't look at those wines, His Highness won't give them to you. You'd better hurry up and leave."

Before Li Shimin could get angry, Wen He immediately changed his tune.

Cheng Zhijie, who was staring at the wine jar, looked up in surprise, pointed at himself, and winked.

"He's only a dozen steps away from you, how is he in your way? Why don't you mention His Highness, he's blocking the doorway..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he shut his mouth when he saw the gaze that Li Shimin was casting at him.

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