"I won't go to teach the villagers literacy and martial arts tonight. My brothers, please take care," Yang Mengchen said. Having performed a delicate surgery in the afternoon and needing to administer acupuncture to Long Yingtong at midnight, she wanted to take this opportunity to rest; otherwise, she definitely wouldn't be able to cope.
The brothers said in unison, "Jiujiu, go back and rest well. Leave the teaching and martial arts training to us." Unfortunately, their medical skills were not proficient, and with Seventh Brother (Seventh Brother) not around, at least they could have assisted their sister, so she wouldn't have to work so hard.
The Yang family elders felt guilty for not being of much help to Jiujiu, who was always so busy she hardly had time to touch the ground for the sake of the family, and they were deeply ashamed.
Yang Mengchen instructed Wu Tong to wash the work clothes that had been soaked in special medicinal powder. She then returned to the medicinal hut in the backyard, took out the instruments she had used that day, and placed them in a small iron basin with clear water. She dropped in a Special Medicine Pill, and the clear water quickly turned bright red.
The water around it boiled as if it was heated, but soon calmed down again, and the water turned back to its original color. Yang Mengchen smiled and went back to her bedroom, where she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Situ Wenzheng and his companions arrived at Situ Wenkai's room, just as Situ Wenkai awoke. Except for a pale complexion, he didn't look at all like someone who had been injured.
"Big brother, how do you feel?" Situ Wenzheng asked with concern, as his brother had been bitten by a crazed black bear trying to save him.
Situ Wenkai smiled and said, "I feel much better now, and my right foot doesn't hurt as much as before."
The others were overjoyed and marveled at his recovery.
After a simple grooming, Yang Mengchen, accompanied by four maids, arrived at Situ Wenkai's room. She did not let Long Yingtong accompany them.
Seeing her, everyone greeted, "Good morning, Ms. Yang."
Yang Mengchen nodded slightly and first took Situ Wenkai's pulse. The pills she had given Situ Wenkai had the effect of reducing inflammation and stopping bleeding. Given that Situ Wenkai had practiced martial arts from a young age and had a good foundation, he did not have a fever the previous night.
Yang Mengchen opened her medical box, put on her gloves, and one by one removed the white cloth and gauze. Using tweezers, she soaked a cotton ball in alcohol and wiped the remaining medicine off the wound. The ferocious wound from the day before was gradually healing, showing only a faint redness without any sign of infection.
As she re-applied the medicine and wrapped the wound, Yang Mengchen explained the relevant knowledge to the four maids.
Doctor Yao and Military Doctor Lu, who stood by, listened attentively and felt they had learned a great deal. They no longer held any doubts about Yang Mengchen and instead felt immense admiration for her.
Having returned the instruments to her medical box, Yang Mengchen took off her gloves and looked at Situ Wenkai, advising, "Rest well, and remember to take the medicine pills on time and in the correct dosage. I'm going to cook now." With that, she walked out of the room, Wu Tong carrying the medical box and the other three maids following behind her.
Military Doctor Lu quickly followed her out, "Ms. Yang, I have an immodest request, and I'm not sure if I should speak of it?"
Yang Mengchen stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Military Doctor Lu.
Confronting Yang Mengchen's clear and calm gaze, Military Doctor Lu hesitated for a moment before plucking up the courage to say, "May I ask if you still have any of that external wound medicine? If there is any, I will take as much as you have." He had heard from Mo Yun that Ms. Yang's external wound medicine was remarkably effective.
"That's antiseptic medicine I made myself. You can have as much as you want, but can you afford it, Military Doctor Lu?" Yang Mengchen asked with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Military Doctor Lu's old face suddenly blushed, "May I ask how much silver?"
"Three hundred taels per bottle."
Military Doctor Lu didn't think Yang Mengchen was asking an exorbitant price; after all, the wound medicine was top-notch, but his salary was small and he still had to support his family. He could at most afford two or three bottles with the money he had, but these two or three bottles of medicine were like a drop in the bucket on the battlefield. They would not heal many wounded soldiers.
Well, it was still better than nothing.
Thinking this, Military Doctor Lu gritted his teeth, "I will take three bottles." He took out 900 taels of silver notes and gave them to Yang Mengchen.
Seeing the intention of Military Doctor Lu, Yang Mengchen felt admiration, "Since I find you quite agreeable, I will give you four bottles." She took the silver note and then handed him four bottles of antiseptic medicine.
"Thank you, Ms. Yang," Military Doctor Lu was overjoyed, hastily expressing his thanks.
After thinking for a moment, Yang Mengchen reminded him, "Military Doctor Lu, don't think about analyzing the composition of this medicine. Not to say that no one can analyze the medicine I've developed, but even if you manage to do it, it will be useless because this medicine contains several rare medicinal ingredients."
Seeing his thoughts exposed by Yang Mengchen, Military Doctor Lu shamefully lowered his head, not daring to look at Yang Mengchen again.
"Is there really a lack of good wound medicine on the battlefield?" Seeing Military Doctor Lu nod, Yang Mengchen pondered for a moment and then said, "Considering your dedication to the soldiers, I will give you a recipe for wound medicine.
Although it's not as quick and effective as this medicine, it is still much better than ordinary wound medicine, and the ingredients needed are also quite common."
Military Doctor Lu was moved to tears, "On behalf of those soldiers, I thank Ms. Yang for her kindness!" He was so excited that he wanted to kneel and kowtow.
Yang Mengchen promptly stopped Military Doctor Lu, "There's no need for that, Military Doctor Lu. If it weren't for the soldiers protecting and defending our country, even at the cost of their blood and sacrifices, we would not have our peaceful days. I will give you the recipe later, consider it a token of my respect for the soldiers."
"Thank you, Ms. Yang, thank you!" Military Doctor Lu's eyes welled up with tears, "You can rest assured, Ms. Yang, I will use this recipe solely for the treatment of the soldiers, and I will honestly convey your sentiments to them, or may I die a terrible death!"
Which doctor in this world who had a good recipe wouldn't keep it to themselves? Yet Ms. Yang, for the sake of the frontier's soldiers, was so open and generous in offering her medical recipe. That a young country girl could show such insight and awareness was truly moving and admirable to him.
"This recipe is the result of Military Doctor Lu's hard work and study; it has nothing to do with me." Yang Mengchen looked deeply at Military Doctor Lu.
"Ms. Yang..." Seeing the meaningful look in Yang Mengchen's eyes, the utterly astonished Military Doctor Lu quickly understood, "I see."
Although the two of them spoke quietly, the room they were near was not far, and since everyone inside practiced martial arts, they naturally heard the entire conversation clearly. Like Military Doctor Lu, they too were shocked and subdued by Yang Mengchen's words and actions.
Long Xuanmo's eyes were as deep as the ocean, and in his heart, a faint flame seemed to be burning: Ah Jiu was like a book that he could never finish reading, always filled with surprises!
After ten days, a recovered Situ Wenkai expressed his deepest gratitude to Yang Mengchen, and then departed with his brother, Military Doctor Lu, Doctor Yao, and others.
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