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"Master, here comes the medicine."

After entering the house.

Mr. Xie led Xu Yun to the bed and handed the medicine package to Mr. Su.

Lao Su took the medicine package and skillfully pulled the packaging line apart.

Then he twisted a small handful of herbs with his hands, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and said with satisfaction:

"There is no problem with the medicinal materials. In the first year, go to the courtyard to ignite the medicine."

Mr. Xie said yes, took the medicine package, pointed at Xu Yun and said:

"Master, I saw Wang Lin when I came here. I thought that he might have experience in serving people, so I brought him here. Look."

"Wang Lin?"

Hearing the name Xie Lao Du Guan said, Lao Su was slightly taken aback.

Afterwards, he sized up Xu Yun a few times before he remembered the identity of this young servant in Tsing Yi.

At this time, four or five days had passed since Xu Yun entered the mansion, and Lao Su was busy with some things these days.

Although it is not possible to completely forget his little transparency, but it is true that he did not put too much thought on him.

After all, his care for Xu Yun was purely out of kindness, and it would be considered the utmost benevolence to remember to bring him back to Jingkou.

It is impossible to keep track of each other's movements all the time.

It's not that he hasn't helped other refugees over the years, but no matter which family it is, he doesn't need to do the specific implementation link himself.

Xie Yuannian already had a mature solution to the related process, so he didn't need to bother too much.

But now, after listening to Mr. Xie's words, Lao Su remembered Xu Yun's status as an actor:

Although he personally dislikes the actor's profession, his emotions are mainly aimed at those masters, and it has nothing to do with practitioners like Xu Yun.

Besides, according to the current situation, Xu Yun is indeed the most suitable candidate for serving - it's not that there were no maids in the mansion earlier, but one of those maids counts as one. Killing chickens during the Chinese New Year is nothing more than bleeding.

They say they are servants, but they really have no experience in some situations, and it is difficult to adapt in a short period of time.

Therefore, Xu Yun is undoubtedly a compromise and suitable candidate between the maid and the five-year-old nurse who has seen blood.

So Old Su didn't hesitate much, Dang even nodded and said:

"That's very good, Wang Lin, you stay in the house and help the old man fight.

By the way, come and meet Captain Zhiguo, the one on the bed is the captain's elder brother Wang Yue, who was wounded in the Western Front and is a hero of the country. "

Xu Yun stepped forward in response, and walked in front of Wang Jin.

Looking at Wang Teng standing upright by the bed, and his elder brother who didn't know his life or death, complex and surging emotions suddenly surged in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, he bowed solemnly to the king:

"Villain Wang Lin, I met Captain Zhiguo."

At this time, Xu Yun was not wearing an official uniform, and he couldn't have long sleeves reaching the floor, and he couldn't even wear his hands over the crown.

But he did not slack in the whole set of movements, and his waist and legs formed a standard 90° right angle.

His obeisance was not due to the coercion of his official rank, nor was he forced by the situation.

And very, very purely to express a trace of respect in my heart.

This is also a gift of respect for the many Chinese compatriots who could not come to this era in future generations.

The hero who threw himself into the river, like a star shining in the dark night, will represent the humiliating and dim starry sky in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the embellishment will not be so gloomy.

At least when people of later generations look up at the starry sky, they can point to that star and say, look, that is the backbone of our nation!

The heroic spirit of heaven and earth is still awe-inspiring.

Such a hero deserves Xu Yun's worship!

Actually.

If it wasn't limited by the halo, Xu Yun really wanted to tell him:

Thousands of years later, although the mountains and rivers have changed owners many times, the homeland of China is still there, and the blood of Yan and Huang continues, but the barbarians of the past have long been wiped out.

And what props up the inheritance of Huaxia's bloodline is the unrivaled integrity reflected in those backbones!

It is also Chinese.

soul!

Strange to say.

At this time, Wang Ting was originally worried about his elder brother's injury, so he didn't care about the actions of this 'servant' at all.

But I don't know why.

The moment Xu Yun bowed to him.

Inexplicably, a silent heaviness surged in his heart, and a warm current flowed quietly, making him involuntarily cast his gaze on Xu Yun.

as if some

Closeness?

So for the first time, this cold-faced general put his hands up and said:

"Please stand up, there is no need to be polite."

Hearing these words, Old Su couldn't help but slightly raised his eyelids, and looked at him in surprise.

Wang Tin's grandfather was kind to Lao Su by teaching him his career. In the past few years, the two families had a lot of contacts, and they often visited him during the holidays.

Therefore, he still has a little understanding of Wang Tin's character:

Not long ago, let’s talk about the near ones. Not long ago, when the Western Front ended, Wang Ting treated Wang Hou coldly.

Immediately, Lao Su suddenly thought of something, and suddenly something was wrong when he looked at Wang Tie:

My nephew, Colonel Zhiguo, probably fell in love with Xu Yun immediately.

Then he coughed lightly, dispelling the disturbing thoughts in his mind.

He beckoned to Xu Yun:

"Wang Lin, come here."

After Xu Yun came to his side, Old Su pointed to Wang Yue on the bed and said:

"Look, the wound on Zhonghou's body is in front of him, and when the bandage is stained light yellow with pus, it needs to be uncovered and replaced with a brand new cloth.

In addition, the sanitary ware under the couch needs to be replaced every three hours, and the escort is at least 5 hours a day, rotating in the morning and evening.

As for the cleaning of the lower body, you can leave it to the maid, do you understand? "

Xu Yun nodded while listening, indicating that he had remembered everything.

Although he didn't know exactly how many ranks Zhonghou was, but the current king's talent was only from the sixth rank, and it was obviously impossible for Wang Yue to be named a marquis.

Therefore, if nothing else, this should be one of the many military official positions in the Song Dynasty.

Xu Yun's judgment is actually not much different from the facts. Zhonghou is indeed just an ordinary military official, and there are only two levels:

Huaihua Zhonghou who is under the seventh rank, and Guide Zhonghou who is under the seventh rank.

Among them, Wang Yue's rank is Guide Zhonghou, which is lower than his younger brother.

Friends who understand the history of the Northern Song Dynasty should know it.

The tradition of the Song Dynasty is "emphasis on rank but not quality".

Therefore, in the Imperial Army system, the position of the Marquis of Guide is roughly equivalent to the company commander of the reinforced company of the main field army today.

If you have to say it, it can be regarded as a position with some power, at least not a cannon fodder.

Although Xu Yun couldn't see Wang Yue's specific wound clearly because of the cloth wrapped in it.

But judging from the thickness of the cloth strips and his physical state, this man is probably also a warrior who takes the lead.

Then Xu Yun waited for another quarter of an hour, and suddenly heard Old Su say:

"Wang Lin, the pus has leaked out, it's time to change the dressing.

Just stand beside the old man, and the old man will demonstrate the main points for you once, and you can just follow suit in the future. "

Xu Yun's expression was shocked, and he hurried to the bedside, pretending to listen.

At this time, Wang Yue had already been supported by Wang Tin's shoulders, and his body was raised about thirty degrees.

His waist was leaning on the cushion back, and some unknown syllables were humming slightly in his mouth.

Old Su held a wooden clamp similar to tweezers, and gently opened Wang Yue's wound.

With the cloth torn off.

A strong smell of blood and pus immediately filled the small area at the head of the bed.

Looking at Wang Yue's chest at this time, he could see a 30 cm long oblique cut.

The width was three to four centimeters, and the injury was extremely horrific.

But maybe it was luck in misfortune, the incision was cut from Wang Yue's right chest to left abdomen, without passing through the heart.

As the cloth strip was lifted, a lot of blood flowed from the wound, and what made people frown even more frowning was that

Around the wound at this time, there are still a lot of carrion and yellow pustules.

It is clear.

The wound has shown signs of infection.

Old Su took off the cloth, shook his head and sighed:

"Zhengchen, Zhengru's injury. I'm afraid it's not good."

Wang Ting's hands supporting Wang Yue were still steady, and a trace of obvious anger flashed in his eyes:

"The Weichuan area is full of treacherous trees, and the Western Xia barbarians took the opportunity to ambush in it, and marched in the dark to attack the camp.

Attacking camps at night is a common thing for military strategists, who would have expected that after the offensive was defended by Zhengru, the Xixia barbarians would shoot poisonous arrows at the central camp without distinguishing between the enemy and us!

Zhengru led 400 people to kill more than 1,000 enemy troops, but he himself was attacked by a knife, and the knife was also contaminated with poison.

If it weren't for the strange medicine from the Boy Overseer to hang his life, Zhengru might not be able to hold on on the way back to Bianjing. "

Lao Su gently picked up a scab with wooden clips, and said with his brows locked:

"The other party obviously came here for Bozhengru's life, the poison was secondary, and the knife edge was stained with feces that had been soaked for a long time.

Right now, Zhengru's wound is suppurating, and the high fever persists

Although this prescription of the old man is a folk prescription handed down by the ancestors, but whether it can be recovered, the old man is not sure."

When Wang Ting heard this, his face still didn't change much.

But holding Wang Yue's hand, he couldn't help adding a little more force.

He lost his father when he was young, and his mother passed away the year before last.

Although there are still a few people in the side branches of the family, except for the nine-year-old son, Wang Yue is the only immediate family member left.

Although since ancient times, it has been the fate and glory of soldiers to shroud their bodies in horse leather and die in battle.

But this kind of 'death in war' caused by inferior means has nothing to do with the word glory.

But at this time everything is developing to an unfavorable situation, if the elder brother's fate is really like this.

The only thing I can do, I am afraid, is to kill more Xia thieves to comfort Wang Yue.

Just when Wang Bing's mind was ups and downs.

crunch——

Mr. Xie, who was decocting medicine in the courtyard, took care of it, and entered the house with a bowl of medicinal soup:

"Master, the medicine is ready."

Lao Su took the bowl, first tasted it himself with a spoon, and nodded:

"The heat is almost up, Zhengchen, Wang Lin, help Zhengru up."

Hearing this, Xu Yun hurriedly walked behind Wang Yue, and assisted Wang Ti to straighten Wang Yue, without touching any wounds with his hands.

Old Su slowly stirred the soup bowl, and delivered the medicine to Wang Yue's mouth spoon by spoon.

At this time, Wang Yue hadn't completely lost consciousness, so he didn't encounter much trouble in the process of drinking the medicine.

Less than half a quarter of an hour.

All the decoction was poured into Wang Yue's stomach.

Afterwards, Old Su signaled Xu Yun and others to put Wang Yue in peace, and heaved a long sigh:

"Whether you can survive or not depends on this medicine.

If the high fever subsides within three hours, Zhengru is still saved, but if the high fever persists."

Lao Su didn't finish the second half of his sentence, but everyone present were not fools, so they all understood the meaning of his words.

Seeing this, Xu Yun on the side opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end he still didn't speak, determined to see the effect of Lao Su's medicine first.

A quarter of an hour

two quarters.

an hour.

The time passed by every minute and every second, as if it was counting down.

Three hours later.

The atmosphere in the house is extremely low:

It has been three hours since Wang Yue took the medicine, but instead of dropping, his body temperature has risen a lot.

"Big Brother. Big Brother"

I don't know if it was affected by the fever, Wang Yue's consciousness became more and more blurred.

I saw him waving his hands, and kept hooting in his mouth:

"Kill the thief. Give me back, Brother Yanyun, to kill the thief."

Seeing this, Wang Ting couldn't maintain his previous calm any longer.

I saw this cold-faced man rushing to the side of the bed in one step, holding his brother's hand tightly, his eyes were red:

"It's you!"

Seeing this, Old Su sighed sadly,

With his eyes closed, he looked bitterly at the sky.

Just when he was about to recruit Mr. Xie to take care of some things, he suddenly heard Xu Yun say:

"My lord, the injured villain of Zhonghou may have a solution."