A car accident, our family of three crossed

Chapter 202 Uncle Hengzi seems to know everything

In the west room, Shuisheng watched Chai the hunter finish the bowl of porridge. He didn't know whether he was full or not, but he remembered what Song Ning told him.

"You've finished eating, aren't you still not full?" He thought so too. How could a small bowl of porridge fill him up? If it were him, he would have to eat at least three bowls. "But Auntie said that you are a wounded soldier and cannot eat too much, so you can only eat this much. I'll serve you another bowl at lunch."

"That's enough. Thank you!" Chai Hunter put down the bowl and swallowed his saliva. "Can you pour me a glass of water?"

"Are you thirsty?" Shuisheng looked around the room. It had been unoccupied for a long time and there was no kettle. "Wait a minute. I'll go get you some water."

He took the bowl away, went to the kitchen to get a bowl of warm water, and placed it in front of Chai the Hunter. "Auntie said that the wounded can't drink cold water, let alone raw water. This is the boiling water that Auntie boiled this morning. It has been warmed in the pot. Now the temperature is just right, you can drink it!"

"Thank you!" Chai the hunter picked up the bowl and drank most of it, which temporarily satisfied his need for drinking water.

Shuisheng saw that he had eaten and drunk, so he went forward to help him up, "Let me help you lie down and rest. You are so badly injured, you should lie down and rest. I'm in the room, call me if you need anything."

Chai the hunter was lying on the kang, not feeling tired for a moment. He looked at the young man busying around in front of the kang, feeling grateful in his heart, "Where did you meet me?"

Shuisheng saw that he seemed to want to talk to someone, so he simply took off his shoes and sat on the kang, sitting on the other side of the kang table, "We met you on the road at the entrance of the village."

"We went to the county town yesterday and came back late. Fortunately, there was a moon last night and the sky was not so dark that we could find you lying on the side of the road."

"Otherwise, if you were covered in wounds and fell on the side of the road and were run over by our ox cart again..."

The following words were not very auspicious, so Shuisheng stopped himself in time and just kept saying: That was a close call, that was a close call.

Seeing the other party was silent, Shuisheng couldn't stop talking and told him about the treatment of his wounds last night, "Many of your wounds have become inflamed, and some have even festered. Uncle Hengzi used a knife to cut off your rotten flesh and applied medicine to you again. Even the strips of cloth wrapped around your body were soaked in medicine."

Recalling the scenes last night when he was watching Uncle Hengzi treating his wounds, Shuisheng felt his stomach churning a little, but he forced himself to suppress it.

"Uncle Hengzi said that if the rotten flesh is not treated in time, it will continue to deteriorate and people will die if they cannot get treatment."

Chai the hunter deals with wild beasts in the mountains all year round, and getting injured is common, so he has quite a bit of experience in dealing with external injuries.

Listening to Shuisheng's description, he knew that Hang Shuheng's approach was absolutely correct, and even handled it better than he did. However, even if the wound was treated properly, if they hadn't used the best healing medicine on him, it was still unclear whether he could have saved his life.

From this we can see how important it is to meet someone who understands medical principles and then use the right medicine. Both are indispensable.

"Is your uncle a doctor?" asked Chai the hunter tentatively.

To be able to be so calm and know exactly how to treat a wound, he must have had a wealth of practical experience. However, he could not test these doubts in front of that person.

The young man in the room was obviously young and simple-minded, unlike that man, whose depth was hard to tell.

"No, Uncle Hengzi is not a doctor." Shuisheng shook his head, but then he added, "Uncle Hengzi is a scholar, but it seems that there is nothing he doesn't know."

His admiration for Uncle Hengzi reached a new level. Uncle Hengzi was not only good at studying, but also good at drawing and earning money, and he even hired servants for the house. Now he discovered that Uncle Hengzi could also save people. He thought it was really amazing.

That young man was indeed hard to figure out. Chai the Hunter closed his eyes and slowly began to feel a little tired.

Seeing that he seemed not to want to talk anymore, Shuisheng stopped talking and harassed him, and lay down at the other end of the kang to catch up on his sleep.

Chai the Hunter slept very deeply and slept for the whole day. If he hadn't woken up briefly during this time, Shuisheng would have thought that he would never wake up again. He even wanted to sniff his breath several times to confirm whether he was still breathing.

When he told Song Ning this naive idea, Song Ning could fully understand it.

Thinking back to the time when she had just given birth to Yangyang, it was her first time as a mother and she had no experience. During the confinement period, whenever the child slept for more than two hours at a time, she would have the same mentality as Shuisheng does now.

When Chai the hunter woke up again, dinner had just ended and Shuisheng brought the porridge and bone soup that were warm in the pot.

"You've slept for a whole day. Have some soup first. This is the soup that my aunt made with ribs." Shuisheng said as he helped him up.

Hang Shuheng followed Shuisheng in and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Thank you very much, benefactor. I feel much better now." After waking up from a nap, Chai the hunter really felt a lot more relaxed, and he was in much better spirits than in the morning.

Hang Shuheng observed for a moment and nodded, "Let's eat first! After dinner, I'll change the medicine for you."

After saying that, he turned around and went out to prepare. When he returned to the west room again, Chai the hunter had finished his meal and was waiting for him.

"Can you sit up straight?"

Upon hearing this, Chai the Hunter propped himself up and sat up straight. Shuisheng was worried that he couldn't hold on and wanted to go forward to help him, but he refused by shaking his hand.

"It looks like your strength has recovered well."

Hang Shuheng didn't say much, and started to change the dressing. First, he untied the cloth strips on his head and face, untied them one circle at a time, then took the new cloth strips soaked in medicine handed to him by Shuisheng, and wrapped them around again, leaving only a mouth and a pair of eyes.

"The burns on your face cover up to 70% of your body. Even if it can be cured, I'm afraid your appearance will never be restored." Hang Shuheng wrapped the bandages around his neck while stating the facts as if it had nothing to do with him. "Even if the wounds on your body leave scars, they're okay if they're covered by clothes. But this on your face..."

If this happened in later generations, it might be possible to recover well through surgery such as skin grafting, but in this era, it is hard to say.

Chai the hunter sighed. He didn't care now. Perhaps having his appearance ruined was not a bad thing. In this way, even if those people came looking for him again, they would not be able to recognize him.

"Being alive is a blessing. I dare not ask for more. Appearance is just a shell. If it is ruined, it is ruined!"

"Heh...you're quite open-minded, uncle."

Hang Shuheng continued to remove the cloth strips on the man's arm. The wound on his shoulder was quite similar to the one Chu Rui had suffered. For those deeper wounds, he would increase the amount of medicine, add a piece of cotton cloth soaked in medicine, and then wrap it with cloth strips.