The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 Cheng Chubi turned around and saw Fang Jun with his arm hanging on his chest, and Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang who were still following him. Only then did I realize that today is the day when Fang Jun took the stitches.

　　 "You guys came just right, I made a new dish, let's try it."

　　 "Did you do it?" Sun Simiao took a deep breath of the alluring fragrance rippling in the air, with a shocked expression on his face.

　　 "That's natural, in front of so many people, can the younger generation lie?" Cheng Chubi smiled, and the younger brothers behind him nodded desperately, drooling.

　　 Yuan Tiangang looked at the pot of color and fragrance, floating on the surface, revealing the tender and attractive fish fillets, and couldn't help swallowing. "Since this is the case, I will have to taste the craftsmanship of my nephew."

　　 A large pot of boiled fish fillets were divided into several plates. Sun Simiao picked up a chopstick of fish, first took a deep sniff, then put the fish into his mouth and chewed slowly.

　　 "It's so creamy, tender and delicious. This spicy taste really tantalizes the appetite. I didn't expect that the nephew was really good at cooking."

　　 Cheng Chubi hesitated, and was about to pretend to be humble, when Cheng Laoshi on the side jumped out. "No, my third brother's cooking skills were all taught by the old white beard in his head."

　　 Yuan Tiangang almost scalded the fish fillet under the hot oil, hurriedly swallowed the fish fillet, and looked at Cheng Chubi with shock.

"My third brother said that he was taught medicine by the white-bearded grandfather in a red robe, and the white-bearded grandfather in a yellow robe taught him cooking. Am I right, my third brother?" Looking at Cheng Chubi, whose face was a little dark.

　　 What can I say? Cheng Chubi could only perfuse with a far-fetched smile.

　　 The two Taoist leaders, Sun and Yuan, also laughed and exchanged frantically in secret. In the end, Sun Simiao cleared his throat and pretended to ask casually.

　　 "Pan Dao remembers that the nephew once said that there are three white-bearded grandpas in his mind. What can the grandpa in the blue robe teach?"

Cheng Chubi fell into deep thinking about mathematics, physics and chemistry, literature, history and philosophy, sound beauty and body, how to get over the wall... even the ninth set of radio gymnastics, PLA military physical boxing, ghost dance, popular bel canto. It's all very good, but can you tell?

　　 "Can't you tell my nephew?" Yuan Tiangang asked curiously when he saw Cheng Chubi frowned and remained silent for a long time.

　　 Cheng Chubi raised his head and replied seriously. "I asked, the blue-clothed and white-bearded grandfather did not answer, so my nephew really doesn't know what his old man will be."

　　 "..." Yuan Tiangang is all ill. If this kid is not sick, I will read the three words Yuan Tiangang upside down, called Gang Tianyuan.

　　 Sun Simiao wiped his face with a blank expression, and he wondered about something with a patient with a brain disease. Picked up the chopsticks. "This fish tastes really good, come here, everyone eat fish, eat fish."

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　　 After eating the fish, Cheng Chubi unwrapped the bandage on Fang Jun's arm, revealing a well-healed wound.

Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang watched Cheng Chubi cut the sutures with scissors, and took them out. The inconvenient effort was completely processed. The wound appeared very flat, with only one visible trace and needle holes on both sides, witnessing It has been hit hard here.

　　 Fang Jun moved his arms cautiously, slowly and carefully practicing grasping, everyone noticed the skin on his wound, moving with the movement of his muscles, but there was no sign of cracking.

　　 Fang Jun's face was filled with joy. "Brother Chubi, the younger brother feels that his arm is no longer problematic."

　　 "Well, the healing is good, but this hand can only do some simple movements, not violent movements, and can't lift heavy objects." Cheng Chubi nodded in satisfaction, and finally confessed.

　　 "If you want to return to the past, it will take at least one and a half months later. After all, you have injured the muscle tissue. It is better to be careful."

　　 "The wound has healed so well in more than ten days. It seems that the method of suturing the wound, nephew Chu Bixian, is really effective." Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

　　 In the past, the wounds were at most wrapped in cloth strips, but it was easy to cause the wound to split due to force, and even lead to purulent infection of the cleaned wound, causing death.

　　 Generally speaking, it takes at least one to two months to repair a wound like Fang Jun’s arm that has almost deep bones. If a muscle is injured, strength and movement will be affected even if it is healed.

　　 Yuan Tiangang already said in a low voice with bright eyes. "This method should be popularized in the military and the civilian population. If this method is used to treat external wounds, countless people can live."

　　 Cheng Chubi greeted the two Datang medical experts and nodded as a matter of course. "This method is actually not complicated. The most important thing is that the debridement should be meticulously debrided, to prevent the later infection to the greatest extent, and then close the suture..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, he heard a rush of footsteps, and saw a strong man rushing over, panting.

　　 "Fang Cheng, why are you here?" Fang Jun stood up with a dazed expression.

　　 "Second Young Master, something is wrong, Madam and Third Young Master, let the mad dog bite!" The brawny Fang Cheng was out of breath. What? ! "Everyone was shocked and stood up.

　　 "Mother! Where did my mother hurt?" Fang Jun's face turned pale, his legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.

　　 "The mistress bit her arm in order to protect the third son. She knows that the second son is with you and the second Taoist leader, so you asked the younger one to come over and ask the second Taoist leader to pass.

　　 "Then don't hurry up." Sun Simiao quickly picked up the medicine box he brought with him and walked outside. Yuan Tiangang and Fang Jun also hurriedly ran outside.

　　 Cheng Chubi was about to walk quickly to keep up. He just got out of the hall door, after thinking about it, he turned around and sprinted in the other direction.

　　 "Brother 3, where are you going?" Cheng Laosi, who had just chased out of the hall, was a little dazed.

　　 "I'm going to get medicine..." Cheng Chubi raised his head without looking back, and headed towards the ice kiln in Cheng's Mansion.

　　With little effort, a family member copied a lantern and led Cheng Chubi down to the underground ice kiln.

　　 The ice kiln was filled with slowly escaping cold air, surrounded by the huge piles of ice, and in the open space in the middle of the ice kiln, there was a table with a row of porcelain bottles on the table.

　　 Cheng Chubi walked quickly to the front of the case and looked at the writing on the porcelain vase by the light of the lantern.

　　 The porcelain bottle with a number zero represents the brain of a mad dog, and the number one represents the brain of the first generation of rabbits infected with the rabies virus.

　　 Now, the porcelain vases placed here only have the number four. There are five porcelain bottles with number four. Cheng Chubi picked up one of them, put it in a special wooden box and fixed it, and then walked away quickly.

　　 After leaving the mansion gate, I saw that the good deed Cheng Laosi was already squatting outside the door and waiting. He hurried all the way, and finally caught up with Fang Jun and the others in the car at the gate of the mansion.