Chapter 630 I don’t ride a horse!
Guan Xing had no intention of sitting down in the front hall. He was walking around anxiously, wondering when Feng Yong would come over.
Unexpectedly, after turning twice, Feng Yong appeared at the door, "Brother, what happened?"
Guan Xing's face lit up and he was about to go forward, but suddenly he remembered something and took two steps back. He looked Feng Yong up and down, with doubt in his eyes, "You...you finished cleaning so quickly?"
"What cleaning?" Feng Yong was a little confused. "The clothes are just wet. Just change them. Do you still need to clean them?"
Hearing this, Guan Xing quietly took a step back, "Oh...that's up to you."
Feng Yong saw Guan Xing's appearance as if he was avoiding snakes and scorpions, and then recalled his strange behavior when he broke into his room just now and thought to himself, could this brother-in-law have misunderstood me?
“Well, I was beaten with a military stick a few days ago. I was just checking to see how the wound was doing…”
Feng Yongqian laughed.
When Guan Xing heard this, he realized that he seemed to have misunderstood. He laughed dryly and said, "Is there anything good to see? It's colorful..."
“How does brother know?”
Feng Yong was shocked at this. He thought to himself that in the past few days, apart from myself and myself, Fan Qi had only glanced at me twice a day.
But if he really has the guts to say something nonsense, is he not afraid that I will kill him?
“Which of the general disciples has never been beaten? Even Sanniang was beaten when she was a child when she was urged to read and write.”
Guan Xing smiled nonchalantly.
Brother-in-law finally felt relieved when he learned that Feng Yong was only wet and not dirty.
Remembering the purpose of his trip, he slapped himself on the head again, "Oops, I almost forgot about the business."
As he spoke, he looked at Feng Yong, his face changed to an extremely anxious look, and he spoke quickly, "Xingwu is injured, the medical staff said he has Jinchuang Fusarium, and he will arrive in Jicheng in two days! Let me ask you, is there any method for healing in your master’s knowledge?”
“Jin Chuang’s disease? Isn’t that tetanus?” Feng Yong implemented a new medical system in Nanxiang. Of course, he had some understanding of the most likely traumatic complications on the battlefield.
It’s just that there was no term for tetanus at this time, and its name was Jin Chuang Fang.
Tetanus is a specific infection closely related to various traumas.
It’s not about how badly you were injured or how deep your wound was, as all types and sizes of wounds can cause tetanus.
It is possible that your belly was cut open with a knife and your intestines were exposed. As long as you handle it properly, you will have a high probability of surviving.
But if you step on a rusty iron sharp object, or there is only a small wound with mud in it, not even two drops of blood will flow.
You can also get tetanus infection if you fail to treat the wound properly, which can lead to death.
This depends on fate.
Not to mention the Three Kingdoms era, even in later generations with advanced medical technology, tetanus has always accounted for a large proportion of illnesses caused by injuries on the battlefield.
So troops who are on the front line or who are often in a state of emergency combat readiness will conduct science popularization on common diseases caused by trauma.
It is precisely because of this that Feng Yong came to know this data: As long as people who are confirmed to be infected with tetanus, the mortality rate is between 20% and 30%.
But if it has entered a severe advanced stage, it is as high as 70%.
“What to break?”
Guan Xing couldn't hear clearly what Feng Yong said for a while.
"Tetanus, that's what our school calls it." Feng Yong didn't have time to explain to Guan Xing, and asked with a frown, "How is Brother Zhang's condition now? Is it serious?"
“How can we say whether it’s serious or not? Even if it’s not serious now, it will gradually get worse in the future. Medical workers are completely helpless!”
When Guan Xing talked about this, he was much more anxious than Feng Yong, "Is there anything you can do?"
Guan Xing came here just in case, but he didn't expect to hear Feng Yong say these words. He was overjoyed and quickly replied, "The onset of the disease has just happened, and it only occurs once or twice a day. Do you really have any idea?"
Feng Yong glanced at Guan Xing and said, "After the battle at Jieting, 60% of the soldiers in my camp who got the disease survived. Do you think I can do anything about it?"
Forty percent mortality rate, under the medical system of later generations, is an extremely terrifying and terrible disease.
But in this era when even the most basic hygiene knowledge is not available, especially in the treatment of wounded soldiers after the war, this is a miracle.
A miracle that even Fan Qi praised.
More importantly, as long as an injured soldier is found to have signs of a tetanus attack, targeted treatment can be carried out at the earliest stage, which is why there is such a high cure rate.
Precisely because it was a miracle, when Guan Xing heard this, his eyes suddenly opened up like bells, and he said flatly, "It's impossible!"
How long has it been since this happened, and this guy still dares to brag?
Guan Xing was already extremely anxious, and now he became even more annoyed.
“This disease is more treatable the earlier it is detected. If treated immediately when the disease first develops, there is at least a 70% chance of cure. The longer it is delayed, the lower the chance of cure.”
Feng Yong had an expression of disbelief, "I know that this disease is most common after the war, so I made preparations early. Unfortunately, it is difficult to find medicinal materials, and I have only done some experiments in Yuexi."
“In addition, there were not many qualified medical workers on hand, so many soldiers in the battalion were still unable to be rescued..."
After speaking, Feng Yong sighed again.
The establishment of a medical system cannot be built overnight. The Nanxiang medical system can reach today's scale not only because of Feng Yong's deliberate and strong support, but also because of the disciples and grandchildren of Fan A and Li Dangzhi.
When Guan Xing heard this, his eyes lit up, he took Feng Yong's hand and walked out.
Feng Yong was caught off guard and almost fell down, "Brother, where are you taking me?"
"Didn't you say that the sooner you treat this disease, the better? Xingwu is being sent here from Linwei. We are walking east from Jicheng and we will meet them halfway. If we don't say anything, we can treat Xingwu a day earlier. Wu heals.”
Guan Xing said without looking back, his hand holding Feng Yong's arm tightly like an iron hoop, fearing that Feng Yong would run away if his hand was slightly loosened.
Although Feng Yong was anxious, he calmed down a little when he heard that Zhang Bao's condition was not in the advanced stage. "Why are you anxious? I have to call the medical staff over, and there are also medicinal materials that need to be prepared."
Guan Xing was heartbroken along the way. After hearing Feng Yong's words, he realized that he had lost his composure. He turned around and asked apologetically, "I was too impatient. How long do I need to prepare?"
“It won’t take long, probably only an hour at most.”
The medicinal materials have been prepared a long time ago. Although they were used in large quantities in the past few days, they should not be all used up. It is a rule to leave a little reserve just in case.
The main reason is that I don’t know what Fan Qi needs to prepare.
“Okay, let’s wait for another hour.”
Guan Xing said.
After Feng Yong finished arranging things, he remembered something and his face changed slightly, "Brother, shall we ride there?"
“Naturally, riding a horse.”
"How about if I don't go over? I probably won't be able to help much, so just let Fan Qi go over."
Feng Yong subconsciously touched his butt.
"No! You have to go!" Guan Xing rejected Feng Yong's proposal. "As long as you follow, even if you don't do anything, it will make people feel more at ease."
I am the high priest? Shaman? Priest? Adding status halo to you?
“I don’t ride a horse!”
Feng Yong felt as if his buttocks were on fire. He trembled and said with trembling lips, "Is it possible to sail on the Weishui River? My speed by boat is no worse than riding a horse."
According to Guan Xing's condition, if he really wants to ride a horse, he will most likely run all the way. By then, the new flesh on his **** has not yet grown, and he will have to wear off a layer of skin. Is this still necessary?
(End of this chapter)