Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

It is best to use sterile saline to wash the wound, but after all, Li Xin doesn't have it on hand, so he can only use cool boiled water instead, as there should not be many bacteria in it. As for issues such as osmotic pressure, it is obvious that he has no way to think about it for the time being.

The young monk who left soon returned with what Li Xin wanted: a large pot of boiled rice, sewing needles, and silk thread. In addition, he brought several unexpected people with him.

Cheng Chumo came out from behind the monk, walked up to Li Xin carelessly, and asked with some amusement, "Why is my Highness the King of Chu working as a doctor today?"

Li Xin was a little surprised to see Cheng Chumo, and while stretching out his hand to test the water temperature, he replied casually: "No way, I just happened to catch up. Why are you here?"

"I also came to offer incense with my family. Just now I was chatting with my mother and the masters. I happened to see this little novice rushing over with such a big pot of water, so I came to see the excitement." Cheng Chumo explained casually. , pointing to another middle-aged monk with a relatively high status beside him and said, "This is monk Daoxin, who is proficient in Buddhism and good at medicine. When I was a child, I always asked him to treat me when I had a headache."

"Young Master Cheng is absurd." Monk Daoxin bowed modestly.

Seeing a doctor in the Tang Dynasty was not easy. When most people get sick, they can only rely on their own bodies to endure it. Many poor people will choose to go to temples and find monks to pray for themselves. Over time, some monks also learned some medical knowledge, and they were considered half-barefoot doctors.

Li Xin returned a salute to Daoxin, handed the sewing needle to Cheng Chumo and said, "You are here, so please help me. Go and help me burn this needle red and bend it, and then send it back to me."

Cheng Chumo took the needle, rolled his eyes, and said, "You know how to order me." He grumbled, but his body accepted Li Xin's needle honestly, and walked towards the back kitchen. There is a fire stove there, which can complete the task assigned by Li Xin.

Monk Daoxin stood behind Li Xin, silently watching Li Xin wash the injured wound with cold boiled water. In his opinion, the young man's injury was too serious. Although the bleeding showed signs of stopping, the wound was too big and irregular after all. It would be very difficult to heal, and most likely he would be permanently disabled.

"How does King Chu plan to treat this young man?" Daoxin couldn't help asking. Cheng Chumo had already revealed Li Xin's identity just now, so he naturally knew that the young man in front of him was a big playboy who was famous in Chang'an. He always felt a little uneasy about letting such a person come to treat the injured, so he decided to ask for clarification.

In case the King of Chu just thought it was fun and planned to act as a doctor and disregard human lives at will, Daoxin would definitely not just stand by like this!

Chen Youlan didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Li Xin's gourd. Hearing Daoxin's question, she also pricked up her ears to listen carefully.

While washing the young man's wound, Li Xin said, "Rinse off the dirt inside the wound, and then sew it up."

"What?" Daoxin was dumbfounded. sewn up?

Chen Youlan also blinked in puzzlement, thinking: "Sew it up? Sew up what? Sew up what? Could it be a wound?"

Before he had time to ask, Cheng Chumo had already sent over the processed sewing needles efficiently. Li Xin took the looper and looked at it. To be honest, the curvature is not very good, but it is barely usable.

"Why do you want this needle? It's so mysterious." Cheng Chumo asked.

Li Xin focused on threading the silk thread into the pinhole, and didn't have time to pay attention to Cheng Chumo's question. Of course, there is no need to answer. Because, everyone on the scene who was curious about what Li Xin was going to do clearly saw his actions in the next second.

I saw Li Xin holding the sewing needle with his thumb and forefinger, and directly stuck it on the injured body. The rolled up flesh and blood were stitched together by Li Xin as if they were nothing more than two pieces of torn linen. The injured had already experienced a lot of pain. At this time, he didn't have much physical strength and couldn't feel much pain, so he let Li Xin do whatever he wanted.

Chen Youlan, Cheng Chumo, Monk Daoxin and everyone present were dumbfounded. They have never seen such a method of healing.

In fact, it was Li Xin's first real attempt at suturing, and he almost couldn't even tie a surgical knot. Although he is an engineering student, he has taken an elective course on first aid because of his special affection for medicine. Therefore, he has some paper-level cognition in small operations such as debridement and suture and cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Of course, if his suturing operation was seen by the teacher at the time, he would be beaten to death on the spot, so as not to affect the reputation of the teacher-not to mention the terrible aseptic awareness, just the crooked surgical technique. The knot is so ugly that people don't want to take a second look.

Daoxin can swear that he has never seen such a rescuer. But looking at Li Xin's expression, he didn't seem to be joking about other people's lives, and the condition of the injured person seemed to be quite stable, so Daoxin didn't stop him.

Is it really useful to sew?

Daoxin dared not draw conclusions. Everything will have to wait a few days to see how the wounded are healing.

Both Chen Youlan and Xiaoling were afraid to look at this chilling scene. Both of them are girls, and the bloody wound looks scary enough, plus Li Xin is suturing the flesh on the front without expression. It was hard enough for the two of them to barely stand still while supporting each other like this.

Chen Youlan forced herself not to look at the condition of the wound, and focused on Li Xin.

Seeing Li Xin's focused and serious expression, she once again felt a slight sense of strangeness. He always seems to be like this, with countless strange things hidden in his mind, every time you think you already know him, he will come up with new things to tell you, no, you don’t know him enough.

Cheng Chumo is the most heartless. After all, he was born in the general family, so he had no fear of such flesh and blood wounds, instead he said with a smile: "Xinzi, your stitching skills are not good, you might as well be a servant who does needlework in my family, I can ask her to teach you tomorrow. "

"Shut up." Li Xin said angrily.

If Cheng Chumo could shut up obediently, then he wouldn't be Cheng Chumo anymore. He raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, and asked again: "Is it really useful to sew like this, Xinzi? Can sword wounds be sewed?" At the end of the sentence, his tone became a little more serious, as if Li Xin was doing it in front of his eyes. The thing associated with other places.