Pretending to be sick is a painful thing, especially in this era when there are no televisions, no internet, not even radios and other electronic devices. The only mobile phone that could relieve boredom disappeared as early as when it was looted by the Huns.

I tried to find a few people to play chess, but I couldn't find it.

The fisherman and the sledgehammer are working hard to tackle the problem, and they vow to make an iron-tired crossbow. I heard that I have been in the blacksmith shop by the river for several days, and I don't know what it will become.

Lao Yu is busy with his family's business all day long, and the tofu room and popsicle shop need to be taken care of by this guy. The palace sent people to buy tofu every day, and I heard that the price of mutton was sold for tofu in Chang'an, and there was no market for it. It is said that the stewards of some wealthy families stay in front of the tofu shop before dawn in order to satisfy the family's desire to eat tofu. Some stewards of the palace and the Hou Mansion came to visit Lao Yu all day long, and they all wanted to get some tofu to show their ability, so that Lao Yu now walks with his nostrils facing the sky all day long.

The three Cang brothers are obviously inversely proportional to their intelligence and strength. Teaching them to play chess, Yun Xiao felt that it was more difficult than achieving world peace.

The helpless Yunxiao only taught Wei Qing, Wei Qing is a good child, smart, a little thorough, a quick learner, and ......

"One step back, one step back......"

"Master Hou, how many steps have you taken back......

Wei Qing's little face was flushed, arguing to prevent Yun Xiao from repenting of his chess.

Well, shame on you. It's a shame. Playing chess, he was actually killed by a five-year-old child, and only the bare-bones veteran was left. Yun Xiao angrily threw the chessboard aside, vowing not to touch it in the future. However, he soon found out that Wei Qing and Wei Ya were fighting with chess pieces, and they drove Wei Qing and Wei Ya away to fight in a fierce battle out of boredom.

Wei Qing picked up the door frame to watch Yun Xiao and Wei Ya fight, only to see Yun Hou's eyes red, his hands constantly alternating fists and palms, quite a posture of poor stool.

"One step back, one step back......"

"Master Hou, how many steps have you taken back......

"Just go back to this step, Wei Ya is a good marquis, and there is sugar to eat here. Let Hou Ye take a step back, Hou Ye will give you a piece of candy to eat. ”

Yun Xiao completely revealed the face of the wolf grandmother, and Wei Ya agreed to Yun Xiao's request under the ** of the sugar cube. Yun Xiao, who won the chess, walked in the yard with satisfaction, and Wei Ya carried a bag full of rock candy and happily shared it with her younger brother.

All are happy, and all are truly happy.

There was a heavy push on his back, and then Yun Xiao felt a heavy object pressing down on his body. Xiaobai wants to play with Yun Xiao at any time and place. Holding Xiaobai's big head, Yun Xiao stared at Xiaobai's eyes curiously. This guy doesn't know when his eyes began to get bluer and bluer, and he has changed drastically from when he was a child.

I haven't heard that the eyes of the snow leopard are blue, what kind of breed is this guy? Could it be the only remaining ancient relic? Xiaobai won't have European relatives, right? After thinking about it for a long time, Yun Xiao didn't come up with a reason, it seems that it will be a problem for this guy to find a partner in the future.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the front yard, and Xiaobai turned his face to look in the direction of the front yard, and his nose opened and closed sharply as if he was sniffing something.

"What's wrong with the front yard?"

"Master Hou, it's not good, something happened on the construction site. The person is now carried over, and Miss Zifeng is being treated. ”

Yun Xiao hurriedly pushed Xiaobai away and followed Canghu to the front yard. There are also disadvantages to a good harvest, and the Yunjia Zhuangzi has never received so much wheat. After the autumn harvest, the disciples of the Labor School are building a huge wheat barn, praying to God and Buddha not to have an accident at that construction site. The roof of the barn was five or six feet high, and if it fell, it would be crippled if it did not die. There are only twenty or thirty people in the labor faction, and each of them is a treasure, but they don't dare to have an accident.

It was not the wheat barn of the labor school that had the accident, but the people who built the houses of the villagers, and the Yunjia Zhuangzi is now working everywhere, and there is always not enough manpower. The workers are all in strict accordance with the safety regulations formulated by Yunxiao, as long as they enter the construction site, they must wear wicker hats, and they must wear safety ropes when climbing up.

Yun Xiao didn't look at the inspection during this time, and the fisherman stayed in the blacksmith shop by the river all day and didn't come out. The farmers are used to being lazy, and after a long time, they don't wear wicker hats, and they don't wear safety ropes when they go up. This guy just fell from a great height, hit his head on a brick, and his hair was stuck to his head with slimy blood.

Zi Feng squatted beside Zhuang Hu and carefully examined his wounds, and shook his head helplessly after taking his pulse for a while. The farmer's wife, son, and relatives cried, and the tiger-headed boy knelt on the ground and hugged Zifeng's thigh and begged Zifeng to save his father.

This kid Yun Xiao has seen that he is often beaten miserably by his father. Sticks out of filial piety, recalling those guys who left their parents in the hospital in later lives, Yun Xiao felt that his father was beaten lightly when he was a child.

Zi Feng coldly refused the boy's request, not because she didn't want to save it, but because she couldn't do anything.

I can't have too much confidence in the medical level more than 2,000 years ago, in that era when the Yellow Emperor's internal classics were not yet popular, it was better to believe in luck than to believe in doctors.

If you are unfortunate enough to be born in Europe, then congratulations, if you have a sore foot, the doctor will cut off your foot, and if you have a sore hand, the doctor will cut off your hand. If you have a headache, then ...... Go all the way.

It is said that the origin of Western medicine is the barber, and the European mind is very simple and weird, and they can cure diseases by shaving their heads. I don't know what theoretical basis they found, anyway, the barbers work part-time as doctors. It's a pleasure to cut people.

Yun Xiao parted the crowd and opened the man's eyes. The retina is congested, but the pupil is not yet dilated. The eyes are visibly protruding outwards and the temples are bulging. Significant intracranial elevated cerebral pressure with intracranial hemorrhage can be declared dead in an era without craniotomy. Zi Feng really couldn't do anything.

instructed someone to carry the farmer into the hall, and instructed the Cang brothers to bring a few large basins of hot water and a large basin of ice. Wrap the ice cubes and put them behind the farmer's head, and then soak the farmer's limbs in hot water.

Yun Xiao has learned first aid, which is a first aid method that can decompress the skull. It's just a matter of doing his best, and whether this farmer can survive or not ultimately depends on his will to survive.

It worked surprisingly well, but only a quarter of an hour later. The farmer's temples narrowed noticeably, and the wound on his head no longer bled out. The breathing was not as rapid as before, but slowly became thin and long.

Instructed Zifeng's medical disciples to quickly shave off Zhuang Hu's hair, Yun Xiao didn't want him to die of infection or tetanus. The sharp razor was stained with strong liquor, and kept shaving off the farmer's hair. The wound was exposed, which had already been somewhat scabbed, but fortunately the wound was not large. Yun Xiao returned to the backyard, took some Yunnan Baiyao, and asked Wei Qing to take the quickly clean linen cloth and cut it into a triangle.

Hold the wound against a linen cloth stained with liquor, and then wrap the farmer's head like a rice dumpling with a triangular scarf.

After doing this, Yun Xiao straightened up a somewhat sore waist. "Carry him into the chamber, scrub his wounds with liquor twice a day, and wrap them in clean linen cloth as I do."

The farmer's wife and son looked at Yun Xiao in surprise, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. An old farmer knelt in front of Yun Xiao.

"Master Hou, can I live?"

"It's hard to say now, it's all up to him now. If he wakes up in three days, he will live. If you can't wake up, you're hopeless......"

Yun Xiao is not a professional doctor, and there are no professional medicines here. Maybe such a thing as a vegetative person will appear in front of his eyes, and he can only rely on himself now, and maybe there is the old god who no one has ever seen.

In this era, the life of the dealer is not valuable, and if he is sick, he will stand up, and the past will pass, and if he can't get by, it will be his life. The dealers are actually prepared in their hearts, I am afraid it will be difficult to live with such an injury, and the Hou Ye has done his best to do so. In other Zhuangzi, I am afraid that people have already begun to decorate the burial, or simply pull it out and bury it.

Zhuang Hu was carried into the wing room surrounded by his family, and Zi Feng stared at Yun Xiao tightly for a while without speaking, and then followed.

Zi Feng, who has always given people a cold temperament, was tightly guarding the door of the wing. Yun Xiao somewhat underestimated the farmer's will to survive, and only a short night passed. The farmer woke up, but his head was too badly injured to speak.

Yun Xiao, who was called over by the disciples of the medical sect, asked him a few questions. Let him answer in the blink of an eye, and let him move his fingers again, concluding that this guy will definitely not become Wu Lao Er in the future.

"He can live, but I'm afraid that doing heavy work will be affected in the future. Feed him some rice soup every day, and then give him some chicken soup or bone broth every day or two. If you don't have it at home, go to the back house to find Aunt Wei. ”

"Master Xie, in the future, I will repay your kindness even if I am a cow and a horse." The tiger-headed kid hugged Yun Xiao's legs, his eyes sharp and firm.

The mood of saving people is happy, especially after rescuing, the mood is even happier.

"You are the most beautiful cloud in the sky, let me ......" Yun Xiao hummed a song and went back to get some sleep.

Zi Feng, who was wrapped in a black robe and covered in a black scarf, suddenly appeared in front of Yun Xiao, startling Yun Xiao.

"Excuse me, the next time you show up, it's okay to make a little noise, people will be scared to death."

Yun Xiao protested dissatisfiedly.

It seems that this is the first time since he took over this moment that Zifeng took the initiative to come to him. Yun Xiao has always been respectful of this woman who is like an iceberg, for fear that this girl will fly herself with a knife if she disagrees. Momen is a weirdo, what will happen if he can't keep it.

"Do you know how to heal?"

"Well, I've learned a little, but I'm not proficient." Yun Xiao was telling the truth, he had participated in 200 hours of first aid training. This is a compulsory course for the outdoor team leader certificate, and no class hour is missing.

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