Du Shaoqing was cutting the clothes for Uncle San to check his injuries in the room. A dispute came from outside the door. He could tell that it was Du Shaoming and Cheng Yaojin when he heard the sound.

"Why are you like this? Brother wants to save my dad with this wine, why do you stop me?"

Cheng Yaojin said in a deep voice: "Save people, save people. Can you use wine? I came for this, so you can't move this jar of wine."

"This is life-saving wine, and you want to snatch it to drink it? Before, you took action to fight the tiger and save people, and we also said that you are a hero, but now you are a greedy and unreasonable barbarian?" Du Shaoming shouted loudly, trying to shake it away, but Cheng Yaojin refused to let it go.

"I didn't drink wine, but I saved people."

"Just, are you a doctor too? This wine belongs to my family. We want to save my father. Do you want to save someone? My father will refuse to save him when he dies?" Du Shaoming's face turned red, but his little body could not push away the person in front of him.

Cheng Yaojin was speechless, thinking that the person I want to save was more noble than you, a hunter, but he didn't say it. He knew that it would cause public anger. After he hesitated for a moment, he insisted: "No matter what, this jar of wine cannot move."

As he said that, he had to reach out to grab it. At this time, a white and bloody palm appeared behind him, grabbing his thick arm. It was Du Shaoqing who walked out of the room.

"Shopkeeper Du, I have to get this jar of wine. I will pay 1,000 taels, no, 10,000 taels, as long as you give it to me." Cheng Yaojin said anxiously.

Just as he heard the conversation between the two, Du Shaoqing had a rough judgment in his heart, shook his head and said, "I believe you want to use this wine to save people, but this jar of wine cannot be given to you."

When the old devil heard this, he became anxious at that time. He stopped talking and went straight to take the robbery.

Du Shaoqing did not hesitate and also stopped him. The two of them actually started to fight in this small courtyard. Although Cheng Yaojin was brave and powerful, he would not take ruthless actions. Although Du Shaoqing was thin, his skill was very varied. The two of them could even dismantle dozens of moves and failed to win. This made Cheng Yaojin look at him with admiration. The scholar was still hidden, and his skills were so handsome.

"Okay, let's stop, let's stagger today, I'll give you another jar." Du Shaoqing said while fighting.

Cheng Yaojin was not willing to believe it, "Don't even think of cheating me. You just said that this is the last jar of wine, and I want this jar."

Du Shaoqing was anxious about the third uncle's injury, secretly complained about this guy's brainstorm, and said loudly: "Enough, Cheng Yaojin, you are Duke Lu of the Tang Dynasty, do I dare to lie to you?"

Sure enough, when the other party called him a name, Cheng Yaojin immediately stopped and stared at the young man in front of him, saying in disbelief: "You, how did you know it was me? And, how did you know my name in my early years? Who are you?"

Du Shaoqing had no intention of chatting with him, took the wine jar from his second brother, and said as he walked: "You look eighty-point like Cheng Chumo, it is not difficult to guess that it is a father and son. As for your name, the name of the Demon King in the World was circulated in the troubled times. What's so strange about it?

I, Du Shaoqing, are not a person who has no faith. If you have kindness to my Du family, I will give you a jar of wine tomorrow.

This wine is not an isolated product, it was made by myself. If you don’t believe me, come and ask my second brother, there was no such wine half a month ago.”

After saying that, he didn't care whether Cheng Yaojin believed it or not, so he went straight into the house to treat the injury.

Cheng Yaojin shook his head. At this time, he seemed to be unable to take it away. He still had a little expectation when he heard Du Shaoqing's words, because he knew that even if he snatched this jar of wine, how long would the second brother drink? If it was really brewed by this kid, it would be worth a bet.

So to be safe, he turned his head and followed Du Shaoqing into the house, wanting to see how this kid saved people with strong liquor?

Du Shaoqing completely cut off Uncle San's clothes. Looking at the shocking wounds left by the tiger's sharp claws, he felt not shocked, but heartache. After all, he was kissing Uncle San, so he was lucky enough to save his life. If he hadn't brought his people in time, he could still collect herbs from the mountain to save his life. I guess even if more than twenty people could rescue him from the tiger's mouth, he would not be able to stay home and ask the doctor to heal his wounds.

"This, such pain, among the best military doctors on the battlefield, is 10% medical treatment and 90% of them depend on their lives. Can you save them?" Cheng Yaojin said in surprise.

Without looking up, Du Shaoqing was always focused when practicing medicine and saving people. "As long as your head doesn't fall off, your internal organs don't break, and your body's blood doesn't dry out, it's all small injuries in my eyes. I don't want anyone to disturb me when I save people. Please be more aware."

Cheng Yaojin turned around awkwardly. Sure enough, in this room, except for himself, only the injured son was present, and no other neighbors followed him in. So he touched his beard and stopped talking, but he looked disdainful in his heart, thinking that Du Shaoqing was talking nonsense and saying something like you are the number one miracle doctor in the world.

But Du Shaoqing's series of operations changed Cheng Yaojin's face several times. He used strong wine to wash the wound directly? This is a waste!

No, no, I have never heard of this method since ancient times, so it must have a deep meaning, so Cheng Yaojin spoke again regardless of the embarrassment, "What is the deep meaning of rinsing the wound with strong wine? I see that the injured person is in pain, is it sweating all over..."

"There is a lot of dirt inside the wound. If it is not cleaned in time, it will be like a very poisonous thing. It will be passed through the blood and cause infections and other diseases. At that time, it will not be as simple as skin trauma.

Cleaning of strong alcohol can effectively kill these bacteria in the wound. It seems that the injured person is suffering, but in fact it is beneficial but not harmful."

Cheng Yaojin was half-knowing. Although he didn't know what a germ was, he probably understood. Thinking of the pain on the battlefield, he asked quickly: "What about the arrow injury? What about the arrow injury that was stained with horse manure?"

Du Shaoqing kept moving his hands and said lightly without raising his head: "It also needs to be cleaned with strong wine to bandage it, otherwise once it is infected and suppurated, he will have to wait to die in this era."

Hearing this news, Cheng Yaojin almost jumped up in surprise. Unexpectedly, there were unexpected gains when he came out this time. Just knowing this news, it would be amazing. You must know that on the battlefield, the two armies were incurable, and horse manure and arrow injuries were incurable. Many brothers died under the opponent's despicable horse manure arrows, and they could not be saved. Now, a wise man finally told the cause and effect. It seems that this person's medical skills are really good.

"I said, don't speak out during the rescue process. Don't think of good things. The Tang Dynasty's wine is useless if it is too light. Only this kind of strong wine can do it. I know that you are thinking about the problem of treatment on the battlefield. I can talk to you in detail after this. If you speak out, I'll ask you out."

Du Shaoming, who was helping by the side, flashed and blocked the old devil. The latter knew that he had committed other people's taboos, but he was reluctant to miss this good opportunity, so he didn't leave. He made a mistake in the future and continued to stand by and watch. Maybe he could learn other ways to save people.

When he saw Du Shaoqing cleaned his wound, he actually sewed the wound with a needle and thread soaked with strong wine, which was visible to the bones, and he was as meticulous as sewing clothes. Cheng Yaojin felt a huge wave in his heart, and he couldn't help but curse. If he had sewed the wound, he wouldn't have healed too much blood. Such a simple truth, the army had never figured out for many years, and only knew how to kill the golden sore medicine.
Chapter completed!