Datang broom star

Jia Pingan went in with a jar of wine, and the doctor inside said in surprise, "What's the meaning of this?"

Jia Pingan opened the jar.

A strong smell of spirits came out.

The doctor sniffed, "Good wine."

"Good wine?"

Wang Zhongliang came in, several veterans came in, and Cui had no place to stand if he wanted to come in.

"What does this mean? Let Lao Cheng drink alcohol?"

A veteran sighed: "This method is good. When the old man is about to die, let Xiao Jia send the old man dozens of jars of such good wine back. When the old man is about to die, he will try to get drunk to death. Wouldn't it be nice!"

Jia Pingan smiled wryly, not daring to beep with these old hooligans, and said: "Grand Lu's wound caused a fever, and the fever should be relieved at this moment, and he should be stripped naked."

wipe!

The doctor felt that this young man was really a ruthless person, "Why are you stripped naked?"

"Wipe wine on the thighs, underarms, etc." Jia Pingan looked at him, "Just do it."

The doctor muttered, "I've had a lot of good wine, but I've never heard that wine can reduce fever."

Everyone looked at Jia Ping'an and felt that there might be some problems with his idea.

Jia Ping'an said lightly: "It's just because your wine is too weak, the girls drink it!"

After all, he couldn't help but fired the map cannon.

In an instant, everyone in the room changed color.

"What kind of wine is so powerful? Come and drink a bowl, old man."

A veteran came out cursing, and Jia Pingan knew that to make them trust, he had to overturn one, so he asked someone to get a big bowl.

A large bowl of wine, the veteran sniffed it, "It's so strong!"

He raised his head and drank.

He wanted to spit it out just after taking a sip, but he won't lose if he loses!

He forced himself to drink a large bowl of wine, and said flatly: "That's it."

The crowd laughed.

"Strip!" Jia Pingan stopped looking at him.

Cui said outside: "Do as Ping An said."

She had sent someone to question Cui Yixuan and Cui Jian earlier.

Cui Yixuan said: Xiao Jia is a close person of my Cui family, you just have to believe him.

Cui Jian said: Xiao Jia has unparalleled loyalty, don't doubt it.

A medical officer said: "If it's not right"

Cui said lightly: "It's not right now, it's fate!"

Cui's daughter is really powerful.

Jia Pingan put a label on Cui's daughter in his heart: no marriage.

After stripping off his clothes, Jia Pingan poured out a small pot of wine, dipped a cloth in the wine, and wiped the places with rich blood vessels.

As time went by, Jia Pingan felt that this wave was almost done, so he straightened up, feeling the pain unbearably.

"Then do it like this." He was a little tired, turned around, and saw the old man who had been drinking before shaking his body, and suddenly turned around and said: "Old man, old man"

Bah!

The veteran rushed to the street.

Everyone was stunned, someone helped him up, and said in surprise: "Drunk to death."

Drunken to death refers to the unconsciousness of drunken people.

"Just a bowl of wine?"

Ha ha!

Jia Pingan smiled, "Help me and go to sleep, at least until tomorrow."

He went out and saw that the sky was getting dark, so he asked, "Is there any food?"

"There are some."

Cheng Chumo personally explained and brought someone to bring the food.

Everyone was not in the mood at the moment, so they ate indiscriminately and continued to wait for news.

The wine wiping continued, and occasionally I had to look at the wound.

"There was no pus."

Jia Pingan doesn't know whether these methods can save Cheng Zhijie, so let's resign to fate.

He went in and wiped again.

For the high fever patients in the early years of later generations, when the fever was severe, the hospital would also get alcohol to wipe and reduce the fever.

He knew about it, but Lao Cheng's wound was the key.

There are no anti-inflammatory drugs, no anti-bacterial drugs, the only way is to disinfect, clean the wound, and let the body's self-healing ability play a role.

Old Cheng, don't die!

Jia Pingan remembered that Lao Cheng was a long-lived man, if he went now, he would probably be slapped away by his own butterfly.

God won't clean me up, will he?

Jia Pingan felt a little guilty.

He kept wiping.

Sweat blurred his eyes, and he reached out to wipe them off, only to hear a hum.