Chapter 467

First Volume, Chapter 467: Beixi White Medicine

At this moment, the area around the Yiyuan was packed with people.

Upon learning that Qin Feng would personally treat the Former General, not only the Common People, but even Li Zhang, the Prince of Ming, and the four daughters of the Qin Family came to watch.

The apprentice placed a wooden barrel before Qin Feng and handed him a small box.

"Commander Qin, Lu Ming said you might need these."

Qin Feng opened the wooden box and nearly laughed—he had to admit, Lu Ming was impressively efficient! Several items from his earlier list had already been prepared, and they were perfectly timed.

Qin Feng pulled out a small bamboo tube, one side fitted with a wooden rod, the other embedded with a slender iron pipe—this was the simplest possible syringe.

According to Qin Feng's knowledge, the earliest syringe was invented by 'Zhang Zhongjing,' with records in the Treatise on Cold Damage describing how to inject pig bile into a patient's anus via bamboo tube.

Seeing the syringe in Qin Feng's hand, not only were the Common People baffled, but even Sun He and the other physicians frowned in confusion.

Qin Feng said nothing, simply drew up physiological saline and washed the area around the Former General's wound. After cleaning the outer edges, he drew more saline and inserted the needle directly into the wound for internal flushing. But due to the limited craftsmanship of the Tianji Camp, the needles were hand-ground, time-consuming and laborious, and the finest they could achieve was only the thickness of a wheat straw.

As the needle pierced the wound, the Former General, who had been unconscious, jolted awake with a scream of agony that echoed through the entire Yiyuan.

The awakened Former General struggled desperately, though he had little strength left, his movements still tugged at the wound.

Qin Feng ordered the apprentice to pin the Former General down, ignoring his muffled cries.

Because the wound had not been treated in time, it was filled with debris and had adhered to the inner walls. Qin Feng's nearly 'violent' flushing method made the Former General writhe in unbearable pain.

The accompanying Staff Officer grabbed Qin Feng's shoulder and roared: "Qin Feng! What are you doing? Can't you see how much pain the General is in?"

Qin Feng didn't answer, but asked: "Hasn't the Old General spent his entire life on horseback, enduring every hardship? What's a little pain?"

The Staff Officer's eyes reddened. Though the Former General's condition now depended entirely on Beixi County, watching Qin Feng's reckless actions made him grit his teeth.

He growled: "If the Old General recovers, I'll let this go. But if he dies, the Border Army will never let this rest!"

Qin Feng ignored him, glanced around, spotted Li Lang standing among the crowd watching, and snapped: "Li Lang, throw this Staff Officer out! From now on, anyone who interferes with my treatment of the Former General will be severely punished!"

Li Lang didn't hesitate—he wrapped his arm around the Staff Officer's neck and forcibly dragged him out of the Yiyuan.

Shen Qingci couldn't hold back any longer and whispered: "Feng'er, are you even capable? The Former General holds high rank and power—if anything happens to him, we can't bear the consequences."

This question echoed the unspoken fears of the other three sisters.

The four Qin sisters hadn't come just to watch—they'd come to stop Qin Feng from treating the Former General, for if he died, this would become a massive scandal. Arriving too late, they could only stand aside in silence, watching every move Qin Feng made, their hearts already in their throats.

Seeing his sisters more nervous than he was, Qin Feng grinned and said with absolute confidence: "It's just an Arrow Wound. This kind of minor procedure is as normal to me as eating and drinking."

Though no one understood what 'procedure' meant, since Qin Feng sounded so sure, the four Qin sisters gradually relaxed—they knew Qin Feng never acted without confidence.

In truth, Qin Feng had no confidence at all.

This entire process was merely an attempt to reduce the mortality rate of Arrow Wounds—how much it would help, whether the Former General would recover, remained unknown. But the bragging was already out. Qin Feng had no choice but to continue—he could always deny it later. Kneeling? Impossible. Kowtowing? Forget it!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, pus and thick fluid kept being flushed out; by the end, only bright red blood flowed.

Confirming the wound was clean, Qin Feng took the towel the apprentice handed him—the towel had been boiled beforehand, and both Qin Feng and the apprentice had repeatedly washed their hands with physiological saline, striving for sterility. But Qin Feng knew deep down: this sterility was merely psychological comfort.

After all, this open-air Yiyuan had a terrible environment, and with so many spectators, who knew how many bacteria and viruses floated in the air?

Fortunately… these days' bacteria and viruses were pretty weak. Probably… not too big a problem?

Besides self-reassurance, there was no better option.

He wiped the area around the Former General's wound clean, then took a porcelain bottle and cotton swab from the wooden box.

This tiny cotton swab had a significant backstory.

In this era, Shedynasty had cotton, but few knew it could be used for warmth, let alone promoted. Cotton was mostly an ornamental plant. Qin Feng only realized this after accidentally spotting potted cotton in the Xie Family's Ting Yuan.

Now, the Qin Family Merchant Caravan had begun procuring cotton, but supplies were scarce—they could only buy potted cotton from wealthy merchants and bring it back to the Northern Border for planting. But with war raging continuously, planting cotton in the short term was impossible.

As for the Medicinal Liquid in the porcelain bottle, it was a mixture of extracts from medicinal herbs.

Seven-leaf, ice slice, blood-dispersing grass, white ox gall, mountain dragon, Huai yam, bitter ginger, and crane grass—eight herbs total—finally mixed with a small amount of high-purity liquor, specially made by the Tianji Camp and currently under strict secrecy.

That's right!

Qin Feng shamelessly plagiarized the formula of a certain White Medicine and even more shamelessly named it "Beixi White Medicine." But since precise ingredient ratios were impossible, it was miles away from the real thing—still, something was better than nothing.

Qin Feng evenly applied Beixi White Medicine to the Former General's wound; since the Medicinal Liquid had been filtered multiple times, there was no risk of clogging.

He layered clean gauze three times over the wound—protecting it while allowing airflow—then took the common black resin from the pharmacy, smeared it around the gauze's edges, and stuck it directly to the skin.

Finally, he had the apprentice boil half-leaf, earth poria, patrinia, and purple wisteria into a decoction for the Former General to drink.