Chapter 22: This needle and thread can actually sew people up?!

As soon as these words came out, Lin Jiaojiao felt her face burning. She secretly glanced at Lu Zhenting, but he just laughed happily and didn't take Guo Shi's words to heart. To prevent Guo Shi from talking nonsense again, she stuffed a meat bun into her mouth. "Wet nurse, after you finish eating, go boil the medicine for Tiezhu. We'll give him a medicinal bath in a while."

Guo Shi was choked by the bun and couldn't speak. She could only glare at Lin Jiaojiao, as if saying she really didn't know how to seize the opportunity.

Lin Jiaojiao rolled her eyes at Guo Shi and hurriedly explained to Lu Zhenting, "Don't mind her, my wet nurse is just like that, always startled."

Lu Zhenting laughed heartily. "Hahahaha, I heard that Master Pei dotes on his concubine very much. I will certainly not take what others love. The reward I want is not high; I just need the miracle doctor to treat my mother."

At the mention of Pei Aosong, Lin Jiaojiao's mood plummeted to the bottom. She took Pei Tiezhu over and let the wet nurse Guo Shi take the medicine to boil. "General, you are laughing at me. I can treat your mother, but if she is cured, you must also agree to one condition of mine."

Lu Zhenting's expression stalled. "What condition? If it's ten thousand taels of gold, I don't have it, but I have plenty of other swords."

"I don't want ten thousand taels of gold," Lin Jiaojiao looked at the general in front of her, not knowing why, but always feeling that he could help her.

"You don't even want ten thousand taels of gold, are you stupid!" Guo Shi swallowed the meat bun in her mouth and pushed Lin Jiaojiao.

Lin Jiaojiao immediately took the sleeping Zhu Geer into her arms and pushed her out of the room. The set of actions was simply smooth and flowing. "Hurry up and boil the medicine for Tiezhu!"

After Guo Shi left, Lin Jiaojiao lowered her head, pretending to tuck in the child's swaddling clothes, and said with a thick skin, "If I can cure your mother, then you help me get rid of Pei Aosong and let me leave the Pei Mansion with the child."

"Oh?" Lu Zhenting was surprised, but he quickly understood what was going on.

If that Military Minister really loved this concubine, he would definitely try every means to take her out of the Dali Temple, rather than letting her and the child languish in prison.

Since he wasn't in a hurry to get people out of the Dali Temple, it seemed the rumors weren't true. Lu Zhenting quickly agreed. "Fine, I agree to your condition."

Lin Jiaojiao didn't expect the other party to agree so readily. She felt a trace of admiration in her heart and was also willing to treat his mother, so she asked, "Then what illness does your mother have? What are the symptoms?"

Seeing Lin Jiaojiao ask this, Lu Zhenting felt that the problem of his mother's leg illness had a solution.

He looked happy. "My mother has had leg pain for many years and has difficulty walking. Does the miracle doctor have any way to make my mother's legs improve and walk on the ground?"

Lin Jiaojiao pondered and said, "The symptoms you mentioned are relatively simple. I still need to see your mother in person before I can diagnose and prescribe. However, I am trapped in the Dali Temple and cannot go to your mansion to treat your mother."

Lu Zhenting patted his chest and guaranteed, "I will naturally solve this matter."

Just as they were talking, someone knocked on the door anxiously to report, "General Lu! It's bad, Master Song is injured!"

Lu Zhenting frowned. "How is he injured? What's the situation?"

The person who came to report was out of breath, and while answering, he directed the people behind him to enter the room.

They saw Song Shijie being carried on his subordinate's back, with multiple knife wounds on his body. The most serious was the knife wound on his left arm, which was almost deep enough to see the bone. His lapels were stained red with blood, and the bright red blood was dripping down. He had already fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

Behind them was also a shocking trail of blood along the way!

The person who came gently placed Song Shijie on the bed. Lu Zhenting had never seen his childhood friend in such a miserable state. He rushed to the bed, patted Song Shijie's pale face, and called out in a panic, "Shijie! Shijie! Hurry and wake up!"

Although Lin Jiaojiao had seen many miserable sights of patients in professional classes, this was the first time she had encountered a living person being hacked like this in reality!

If she didn't stop the bleeding, I'm afraid Song Shijie wouldn't be able to hold on!

She directly stuffed Pei Tiezhu, who she was holding in her arms, to the person who came to report. The latter looked at the ugly doll Zhu Geer who was forcibly stuffed into his arms, and his whole face wrinkled into a ball.

Lin Jiaojiao didn't care about that much. Even if it was the first time she had encountered such a situation and she had no experience, if she didn't save the person, it would be too late!

She pushed away Lu Zhenting, who was surrounding the bed. "Go get a pair of scissors and cut his clothes open. I need to check his injuries."

Only then did Lu Zhenting remember that there was a "miracle doctor" on the side. He hurriedly went to get scissors and carefully cut open Song Shijie's damaged clothes, revealing his broad and sturdy chest to Lin Jiaojiao.

She didn't care about the boundaries between men and women and quickly scanned it once, judging that the most serious injury was the knife wound on his chest that almost reached his heart.

"First, we need to stop the bleeding. Do you have any hemostatic medicine here?"

"Yes, yes, the Dali Temple has hemostatic powder!" The person who carried Song Shijie in hurriedly ran away to find the hemostatic medicine.

"And high-concentration white liquor!" Lin Jiaojiao shouted at the person's back. "The higher the concentration, the better!"

Then she quickly checked Song Shijie's wounds again and judged that the knife wound on his left arm was a huge bleeding point!

This needed to be tied to stop the bleeding immediately. Lin Jiaojiao's eyes quickly searched the room for something like a cloth strip, and at the same time, she said quickly, "Give me a bandage, hurry!"

Lu Zhenting was the first to react. He directly tore a strip of cloth from his clothes. "Here, bandage!"

After Lin Jiaojiao took it, she tightly wrapped it around the wound on his arm, which barely stopped the bleeding.

At this time, the person who went to get the medicine came back panting. Lin Jiaojiao began to pour liquor on Song Shijie's wounds to disinfect them. The liquor mixed with blood flowed from the wounds onto the bed, and then dripped onto the floor, flowing toward the door like a small river.

Song Shijie, who was in a coma, had pale lips. Even the intense pain of the high-concentration liquor washing the wounds couldn't wake him up. Lin Jiaojiao became more and more anxious, opened the hemostatic powder, and quickly sprinkled the medicine powder.

While stopping the bleeding for Song Shijie, she ordered people to find needle and thread again. After the needle and thread were found, she used candlelight to disinfect them and began to sew up his wounds.

"Bold woman! What are you doing to Master Song!" The officer holding Pei Tiezhu couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted, wanting to stop Lin Jiaojiao.

Lu Zhenting blocked him with his large hand, and the person didn't dare to say anything more.

At this time, the wet nurse Guo Shi entered the room with a basin of boiled medicinal soup.

When she stepped on the wet, bloody water and saw the bloody scene in the room, she almost knocked over the medicinal soup in her hand. "Ah! Blood! So much blood!"

When she saw Lin Jiaojiao sewing up Song Shijie's wounds, she was shocked again. "My mother! This needle and thread can actually sew people up?"

"This is surgery," Lin Jiaojiao answered briefly, still focused on sewing up Song Shijie's wounds.

This was the first time she had treated such a deep knife wound on a living person!

She recalled the emergency surgical knowledge she had learned in university while focusing on sewing up the wound that was deep enough to see the bone. After it was sewn up, she immediately cut the thread and began to sew the next wound.

"Surgery what?" The wet nurse Guo Shi was puzzled, but Lin Jiaojiao had no time to explain.

After she finally sewed up all the large and small wounds on Song Shijie's body, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But this person had lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion. Where could she find a matching blood source to give him a transfusion? Unless, unless there was universal blood here!

That's right, she was O-type universal blood!

But there was no blood transfusion equipment here! Her eyes searched the room wildly, and suddenly fell on Lu Zhenting. "You are a general, do you have a place to forge iron weapons?"

"Yes," Lu Zhenting asked as if they had a tacit understanding, "What do you need the Forging Bureau to do?"

Lin Jiaojiao brought the drawing, drew a syringe on it, and after briefly explaining its importance to Lu Zhenting, he understood. "I will order people to do it now, and it will be forged and delivered within half an hour."

"Good. Time is urgent, the faster the better." Lin Jiaojiao nodded, then took another piece of paper, wrote a prescription on it, and handed it over. "Hurry and get the medicine."

"I'll do it now." Lu Zhenting responded and strode out of the door, not forgetting to order Song Shijie's subordinates, "Shijie's injury must be kept secret. Violators will be executed. In addition, all related treatment must follow the arrangements of this young lady."

"Yes!" Song Shijie's subordinates responded. ===== CHAPTER 23 =====