Save people to the end, and send Buddha to the west.

Chen Feng knew that the current monk Peng had stepped on the road to the west with half his foot. Whether he could pull his body back or let his soul reach the Pure Land early is determined by now.

After hearing Chen Feng's statement, Liu Siniang was also a little anxious. She knew that if this person's fever could not retreat quickly, it would be life-threatening.

In this era, without antibiotics, wound infection is always a fatal danger. Monk Peng has been soaking in the water for several hours, and the wound has long been inflamed.

"Mm, do you still have two packs of medicine? Make a pack for this monk to drink." Chen Feng said. It is impossible to go out to find a doctor in the middle of the night. Fortunately, Mom was sick two days ago and she drank the medicine to reduce fever. She boiled a bowl of her first and then talked about it.

Although Chen Feng knew that there are many causes of fever, and the amount of corresponding drugs was different. In this era, people practiced medicine and paid attention to prescription of the right medicine. Unlike later generations, whether you have a typhoid cold or a viral cold, you can get all the drip bottles and use penicillin to get rid of them.

However, in this situation, it is called "dead horses" as living horses. No matter what the cause of his fever is, antipyretics are good.

With the dim oil lamp, Chen Feng carefully observed Monk Peng's wound. He was shot there. Later, Monk Peng should have pulled it down. The arrows were all barbed. Therefore, after being pulled down, a lot of flesh and blood would fall down together, and it was so greasy. Now, the color has changed.

What to do? Wounds must be treated, and in this era, there seems to be only one way to treat wounds.

Chen Feng soaked the only towel at home with cold water and applied it to Monk Peng's forehead. This is also a physical cooling method.

A cool feeling came, Peng Yingyu's eyes slowly opened, and a young boy appeared in front of him. Where is this?

"Shui," Monk Peng shouted.

Chen Feng brought a bowl of water and fed it to Monk Peng.

"Where is this?" Although my mind was still dizzy, as if it was about to explode, Monk Peng was still sure that he was not captured by the Tartars, but was rescued by the boy in front of him.

"This is my home. The wound on your back has become suppurated and you must cut off all the rotten meat." Chen Feng was a little happy to see that Monk Peng had recovered some of his mind. If Monk Peng was still in a coma and had to use a knife to heal his wounds, he might have thought that Monk Peng wanted to kill him. Although Monk Peng was weak, Chen Feng would probably be unable to resist it.

Only then did Monk Peng remember the wound on his back. He took out a bottle of medicine from his chest: "There are golden sore medicines here. After you cut off all the carrion, sprinkle the powder on the wound. Thank you brother."

Monk Peng knew that the wound must be treated, otherwise it would be in danger of life.

He was ready, but he found that the little brother was still fiddling with him.

Chen Feng did not rush to put a knife on him, but lit the remaining charcoal during the day, and then placed the knife he used to cut mutton during the day and carefully roasted it on the fire.

In this era, many people died of wound infections, which can also be called medical accidents, because the half-baked miracle doctors who performed the surgery did not know how to disinfect their tools first, apply a knife on their clothes twice, and wipe the knife clean.

Therefore, although the rotten flesh was cut off, the bacteria on the knife caused the wound to rot again and could not heal.

Chen Feng was doing it very carefully, and the monk Peng next to him was already a little impatient: "Brother, why are you baking the knife on the fire? Do you dare not take action? Don't worry, I, Peng Yingyu, can still bear this pain. Come on!"

If Chen Feng hadn't been able to do it a day ago, but today, during the day, I had practiced my hands for a day. This knife had already cut so much mutton, so I treated the rotten meat on the wounds as barbecue!

There are only two people in the family, so you can't let my mother attack, right?

"Then you can hold it back." Chen Feng said, inserting the baked knife into the festering wound.

Chen Feng knew that he could not tremble, he had to bravely help Monk Peng. If it were other places, Monk Peng would definitely do it, but he could not reach it on his back.

People of this era are all very strong. Chen Feng could almost imagine that if this thing is inserted into his body, he will definitely scream in pain, but the person in front of him does not blink.

When Guan Gong scraped his bones and healed his wounds, he didn't frown. Now, Monk Peng endured the pain of cutting rotten flesh with a few knifes, and it was no problem at all.

Chen Feng removed all the rotten meat, then applied medicine to Monk Peng and bandaged the wound. The blood flowed slowly and slowly, and after soaking the clothes outside, it stopped flowing.

Monk Peng's face turned a little pale, but he was still in good spirits. He looked at the big bowl of Chinese medicine that Chen Feng brought in, raised his head and drank it all into his stomach.

Although Monk Peng is from the south, he has the generousness of a northerner. Looking at Monk Peng who is already weak, Chen Feng also began to feel sleepy. He struggled for half a night and should go to bed.

That night, Chen Feng had many dreams, as if he was back in his previous life. He played games online with several of his closest friends in the dormitory, but he was always shot by someone, and the entire screen was stained with blood.

"Dong, dong, dong." A familiar knock on the door came: "Brother Feng, Brother Feng."

Who? Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes and saw a trace of sunlight through the crack in the broken window. It was dawn?

When I heard the sound again, was it Liu Gou'er?

Chen Feng then remembered that his business had just been on the first day yesterday. Although a lot of things happened yesterday, he still had to continue his business.

Is Liu Gou'er here to find her to continue to set up a stall?

Chen Feng got up from the pile of firewood and gave the side house he lived to Monk Peng to live. Last night, Chen Feng slept with a layer of hay on the ground of the outer room.

The knock at the door was very fast, Chen Feng rubbed his eyes and went out to push open the door.

Liu Gou'er was outside and resisted a mutton. Since the business was good yesterday, Liu Gou'er bought 50 kilograms of fresh mutton from the market today to prepare for today's business.

Seeing the door open, Liu Gou'er rushed in with an anxious look on his face and asked, "Brother Feng, have you encountered a robber at home? Nothing happened to you, right?"

Something happened? What could happen to me? Chen Feng felt that Liu Gouer's words today were inexplicable.

"Why are there blood marks on the ground?" Liu Gou'er asked anxiously.

Oh no! Chen Feng, who had been confused and had not woken up, suddenly woke up, bloodstained!

Last night, I was anxious to save Monk Peng and forgot an important thing. Monk Peng crawled over from the river bank. When he first got ashore, Monk Peng was still in a state of sluggishness. The blood marks on the ground were not obvious. However, after walking dozens of steps forward, Monk Peng fell to a place very close to Chen Feng's house. From there, all the way to Chen Feng's house, in the yard, there were drops of blood along the way.

These blood stains are obvious and will make people find it unusual.

Chen Feng looked up and saw a rising red sun in the east. It was already dawn for a while. They were outside the city and were very secluded. Only after one or two hours, the tourists would pass by here by boat, so no one has discovered this place yet.

"Do it quickly and get rid of the place." Chen Feng said. If he lived in the city, he might have been captured by the Mongols now. Fortunately, the place has not been discovered yet, and the Chen family's salt warehouse has not been in stock today.

Before Liu Gou'er could react, Chen Feng had already picked up a shovel in the corner of the wall and started shoveling it.

Putting down the mutton, Liu Gou'er started to fuck.

There is all the land here. Just a shovel of shovels will disappear. Throw the shoveled soil into the basket, and then, after running a few steps, you can pour the soil into the canal. Being guarded by the canal is such a convenient condition.

Chen Fengzhang and Liu Gou'er fell down. After a while, all the blood stains were cleaned up.

However, the blood in the house is not so easy, because the ground in the house is paved with stones and cannot be shoveled.

"Get a bucket of water and rinse the ground here." Chen Feng said. The blood on the stone could not be shoveled away, but it was still easy to wash it with water.

"Feng'er, what's wrong?" Liu Siniang had already heard the movement outside. She put on her clothes and came out of the inner room.

"Mom, it's okay, go back and rest." Chen Feng hurriedly supported Liu Siniang.

Liu Siniang recovered from a serious illness. She followed Chen Feng until midnight last night and is now tired. Chen Feng cares about his mother very much. Moreover, after he goes out, he only has mother left at home, so Chen Feng still wants her mother to rest for a while.

Liu Gou'er was very strange. He didn't know how these blood stains came from. However, Liu Gou'er trusted everything Mr. Feng did. He felt very at ease when he could help Mr. Feng.

Moreover, yesterday's experience made him very excited. It turned out that making money was actually very simple! He had already begun to look forward to his future life. Perhaps, he would soon be able to save enough money and ask for a wife.

As soon as the sky was dawn this morning, he got up and had to help Master Feng. This kebab looked very simple, but there was also a lot of preparation work. For example, those bamboo sticks needed to be made. Unexpectedly, when he came here excitedly, he saw the blood on the ground first, and suddenly he became nervous.

Young Master Feng asked him to clean up the place, and he must have his intention, so Liu Gou'er immediately helped him.

A bucket of water was poured from the canal. Liu Gou'er carried it with one hand, leaning his body a little, and walked towards Chen Feng's house.
Chapter completed!