I became the son of Renzong

At this time, there is actually research on this?Even Zhao Xi was surprised by what the imperial doctor said.I was still worried about how to explain myself, but it was much easier to have an imperial doctor.

"Di Yong, buy some more wine, buy more."

Zhao Xi hadn't steamed wine all this time, it was too wasteful of food, he didn't want to lose his mouth.

This is really a last resort. Alcohol can sterilize, Zhao Xi is still very clear about this.

When Di Qing's family went to prepare mandala and rice wine, Zhao Xi dragged Su Song to the barracks.

He has to make a set of distillation equipment, and there are raw materials in the military camp, which must be made by Su Song.

Zhao Xi didn't know the correct way to cut the abscess, and the imperial doctor was not a traumatology department, so he didn't dare to take this risk.

Therefore, Zhao Xi's way of killing pigs is serious about scraping bones to cure poison.

I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running.With the knowledge of future generations, I still know how to deal with wounds.

"Your Highness, Di Zhijun has fallen asleep..."

The imperial doctor said so, it is not sure whether the prescription he prescribed worked, or if he fell into a coma again.

Anyway, Zhao Xi was ready to make a move.

"Pfft..."

The carbuncle on Di Qing's back sprayed out without making a big cut at all. The foul smell was sticky, and it really felt like it was sprayed out.

"The water... is about to flush!"

They were all stunned, not knowing whether it was because of the smoke or because of the sword technique of His Highness the Crown Prince...

The water was boiled and cooled down, and a lot was prepared. Zhao Xi also added salt thinking about the normal saline solution of later generations.

The carbuncle no longer bulged, Zhao Xi watched it for a while, but decided to go to the end.

The knife cuts like that, or rather cuts.Look at Di Qing's twitching face, sweating intermittently... Maybe this mandala won't work at all.

Di Qing has lost weight, but the foundation is there.Zhao Xi was prepared for this, and was directly pushed down.

At this time, Di Qing moved intermittently, and the few who were pressed were also sweating profusely.

Finally cut through, the length is equivalent to the diameter of the carbuncle, a little bit longer...

Zhao Xi kept stabbing the carbuncle with the burlap soaked in wine, bringing out yellow-green pus again and again.

The wine is distilled first wine, so it should have a degree of [-] or [-] degrees, right?This can only be guessed.

Seeing that Di Qing became agitated every time he stabbed him, the alcohol should have some effect.

After tossing for more than an hour, Cao Lin and the others who were in charge of holding Di Qing felt exhausted... Di Qing was also exhausted.In the end, I could only frown to express the pain, and I had no strength to break free at all.

Di Qing's old wife has been accompanying Di Qing from time to time, the eldest son Di Zi is in his hometown, and Di Yong is the adult beside him.

The mother and son stayed outside the window at this time, as if waiting for the sentence to be pronounced.

It was Di Qing's decision to let His Royal Highness handle it when he was sober, and they could only go along with it.

Di Qing fought all his life, and he didn't care whether he was dead or not.

Just think about the people who joined the army with me. Over the years, there are not many left, and few of them die safely, and some of them can't even find their bones.

not give a damn about!

The old wife wanted her husband to have a dead body... But His Royal Highness would have a chance of surviving.

The mother and son are waiting outside for this line...

This glimmer of life did not become clear after the Crown Prince's cadres came out.

Di Qing was still in a coma, so wet that his entire body could be squeezed into water.

However, I feel that my head is not so hot... Maybe it's purely in my mind.

"Your Highness, it may be done."

What do you mean?Zhao Xi didn't understand what the imperial doctor said.

Live is fire, how can I say maybe?

"Your Highness, the pulse condition is detailed. This is a weak pulse condition, not a sign of real fire. Scraping bones to cure poison is like taking the root of fire poison. If the fire is not strong, it is not enough to attack the heart..."

Hearing the imperial doctor's white call for a long time, he probably understood the meaning.

In today's era, most scholars know a little bit of medicine. Although they can't cure diseases, they know a little bit of basic medical principles.

Zhao Xi also understands, he is also a person who has read books, or a person who has read many books.

What the imperial doctor means is that Di Qing's carbuncle has healed...

It was still alcohol, Zhao Xi used chopsticks to pick open the skin of the incision, and poked it in again with the linen cloth soaked in alcohol...

Zhao Xi wanted to sew it up, but she always felt that it was the same as not cutting it. After hesitating for a long time, she just left it open... It is convenient to change the dressing every day.

"Your Highness...Your Majesty...it hurts..."

"Di Shuai, are you awake?"

I woke up, woke up with pain.

In just three to five days, when Di Qing no longer had a fever and was more awake than asleep, Zhao Xi was ready to leave.

Leaving the court this time is a bit willful, and it is not appropriate to stay too long.

"Di Yong, just like me every day, pick the skin off, gently stuff it in and wipe it off..."

Zhao Xi didn't know if it was right, anyway, he felt that the linen stuffed inside was getting less and less, indicating that the inside should be growing together.

"Don't use too much force, the skin will be healed when it sticks slowly. Go out first..."

Kicked out his son for Di Qing, some words are not suitable for Di Yong to hear.

"Di Shuai, after Xi left this time, he suggested that Di Shuai could become an official because of illness."

Zhao Xi also understands these days, not only the magistrate of Xinyang, but also Caizhou, and even Bianliang, people come to Di Mansion to say hello from time to time.

Could this be a greeting?

If things go on like this, even if Di Qing recovers this time, he will still get sick after tossing a few times!