Famine and Chaos: Weaving Cloth in Exile to Escape the War

When Jing Zhichun arrived at the Yang family's house with Yang Xiaoniu, it was already completely dark.

The rest of the Yang family members came out upon hearing the noise.

Three teenagers and an elderly woman with gray hair.

The old lady was Yang Xiaoniu's mother.

Upon seeing Yang Dawang and Yang Sanniu, who looked like blood gourds on the cart, the children were terrified and burst into tears before Yang Xiaoniu could even speak, calling out "Dad!" and "Grandpa!"

The old lady's vision went black and she fainted.

"Grandma!"

The three teenagers immediately helped the old lady up.

"Quickly, help your grandmother back to her room to rest!"

Yang Xiaoniu quickly gave instructions to the children.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath, so he quickly carried Yang Dawang into the house, then turned back and carried Yang Sanniu into the house.

Jing Zhichun followed them into the house. Seeing that the Yang family was all there, she said, "Quick! Light the oil lamps! The more the better! Then prepare plenty of clean boiling water and cloth!"

"Okay, let's go right now."

"Tie Dan, go boil some water."

"Er Ya, go and find some clean cloth."

Following Jing Zhichun's instructions, Yang Xiaoniu sent several of the older children out to do chores, while he stayed in the house, thinking he might be able to lend a hand.

However, Kyo no Haru gently shook her head at him, saying, "My family's medical practices are somewhat refined and not suitable for outsiders to be present. Please stay outside and keep watch so as not to be disturbed. If there is any emergency, I will call you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoniu immediately nodded: "Okay, okay, I understand."

He knew, of course, that medical skills were not something that could be easily revealed to others in this world, so he retreated without hesitation, carefully closing the door behind him and standing guard outside.

Inside the room, only Jing Zhichun and two seriously injured men on the kang (heated brick bed) remained, their fates unknown.

She took a deep breath and first checked the stack of cloth that Yang Xiaoniu had brought in; it was fairly clean.

The basin of hot water was a bit too hot.

Without hesitation, she first carefully washed her hands before starting to treat the wound.

Using scissors, Jing Zhichun carefully cut open the clothes that were soaked in blood and stuck to the skin of the two people's wounds. She took out iodine disinfectant, dipped a cotton swab in it, and began to carefully disinfect each of the two people's wounds.

After the disinfection was completed, Yang Dawang groaned in pain, briefly opened his eyes, and stared blankly at Jing Zhichun's calm face. Before he could see anything clearly, he fainted again due to weakness and pain.

Jing Zhichun breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that someone had fainted again. She took out her suture needle and thread, disinfected the needle and thread, and began to suture the wound on Yang Dawang's abdomen as the first patient.

She did not administer anesthesia to either of them.

Because the anesthetic is a bit expensive.

However, she gave both of them a painkiller.

Yang Dawang's two wounds were the deepest and longest, consuming the most of her energy and time.

After finishing sewing his, she immediately turned to Yang Sanniu.

Yang Sanniu's wounds on his arm and left leg were also quite serious, but fortunately, once they were stitched up, they would definitely stop bleeding.

For a moment, the room was silent, with only the occasional crackling of the oil lamp and Kyoto Haru's breathing.

Half an hour later, both of their wounds were stitched up.

Jing Zhichun then carefully examined the other abrasions and scratches on the two of them and began to disinfect them one by one.

After doing all this, she leaned against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) for a while to recover before wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. She then packed her tools into her cloth bag and whispered towards the door, "You can come in now."

The door opened with a click, and Yang Xiaoniu strode in.

My first glance fell on the kang (a heated brick bed).

The wounds that had been mangled and bloody on Father and Third Brother had now been stitched up with a peculiar, fine, and neat stitch.

Although it looked strange, the gushing blood did stop.

However, the way the wound was treated, like mending clothes, made Yang Xiaoniu's pupils shrink, and he was extremely shocked.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless casualties in the mountains, but he had never seen such a treatment method.

But he knew the rules well; he couldn't ask questions he shouldn't ask or inquire about things he shouldn't.

Suppressing his surprise and doubt, Yang Xiaoniu asked, "Madam Shen, when will my father and third brother wake up?"

Kyoto Haru: "They might wake up in about an hour or two. But right now, the most important thing is to prevent the wounds from worsening and causing a fever. Once a high fever develops, it's a matter of life and death. Go and get them a bowl of warm water. I brought some medicine; give it to them first."

"Okay! I'll go right away!" Yang Xiaoniu turned and left the house.

Soon, the eldest daughter, Yang Daya, carefully brought in a bowl of warm water.

Jing Zhichun took out a small oil paper packet from her bosom. When she unfolded it, there were eight small white pills inside, which were anti-inflammatory drugs.

The white pill startled Yang Xiaoniu once again.

He was used to seeing black pills, and this was the first time he had ever seen white pills.

Jing Zhichun handed four pills to Yang Xiaoniu: "This is anti-inflammatory... It's a secret family recipe that can prevent wounds from festering and developing fever. Give it to your father."

He then gave him four more, saying, "These are for your third brother."

Yang Xiaoniu took the white pills he had never seen before. Without asking any questions, he quickly fed them to Yang Dawang and Yang Sanniu.

After administering the medicine, Jing Zhichun began to explain in detail.

"The wound must not get wet. Eat a light diet, avoiding fish, mutton, and other foods that may aggravate the condition. This is the medication for the next two days."

As she spoke, she took out a slightly larger oil paper package containing thirty-two identical pills. "Give them four pills each morning and evening, dissolved in warm water. I will come to check their wounds in seven days and then remove the stitches. However, during these seven days, you must keep a close eye on whether they have a fever or whether their wounds are red, swollen, or oozing pus. If anything seems amiss, come to me immediately."

Yang Xiaoniu clutched the oil paper package tightly in his palm and nodded emphatically: "Don't worry, Madam Shen, I've got it all figured out. I won't let my guard down for a moment."

"Thank you, Madam Shen, for saving my life today. Once my father and third brother wake up, I will definitely come to express my gratitude."

"You're welcome," Kyoto Haru waved his hand.

She noticed that Yang Xiaoniu also had an injury on his arm, but thankfully it wasn't serious and didn't require stitches.

With a little disinfection and care, it can be successfully raised.

Jing Zhichun then told Yang Xiaoniu to take his arm out of his clothes and turn his head away.

Jing Zhichun quickly disinfected Yang Xiaoniu's arm and gave him four anti-inflammatory pills.

Tell him to take one pill twice a day for two days.

By this time, it was already completely dark outside the window.

It's time for her to go home.

Thinking of this, Jing Zhichun didn't linger any longer and said, "It's getting late, I should go back."

Yang Xiaoniu quickly replied, "I'll take you!"

"it is good."

Jing Zhichun's thatched hut was some distance from the Yang family's house, and it was indeed unsafe for a woman to go out alone in the dark.

Therefore, Jingzhichun did not refuse Yang Xiaoniu's kindness.

The two walked one after the other to the thatched hut of Kyoto Haru's family.

Yang Xiaoniu bowed to Jing Zhichun and said, "Madam Shen, thank you for today."

"No need to be so polite. Go back and take care of the patient."

Jing Zhichun waved his hand and went into his own thatched hut.