Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

Lu Yan went there on horseback, and was very fast, returning in an hour and a half.

As soon as the horse stood firm, the blue-clothed guard came over to lead the horse. He grabbed the doctor's collar and rushed inside.

The old doctor was so frightened by the wind that he was stunned by the speed of the horse. Before he could react, the man was already standing in the house.

Lu Yan looked normal, and he barely breathed, "Doctor, thank you for your help."

The old doctor was still in shock as he floated over here without touching the ground. He thought the patient was dying. But looking at Qing Wu in front of him, he found that except for being pale and a little weak, his condition didn't seem that serious.

To be honest, judging from his complexion, I guess it's not even as white as his own.

Seeing that the old doctor didn't move for a long time, Lu Yan urged him again, "Doctor?"

The old doctor frowned, barely catching his breath, and said in an unhappy tone, "Don't rush me, don't rush me. I'm already old, please let me take a breath. Your brother doesn't look like he'll die for the time being, but I'm not sure."

"Look at my face, it's not much better than his, right?"

I took a look at his pale face, trembling lips, and hair blown up by the wind.

Lu Yan: "..."

"You, you really don't look well."

"Is this not good?" The old doctor blew his beard and glared, "It's very bad. Look at my hands and feet. They are numb now. I know you are worried, but you have to consider my health. All the way here, my feet have never touched the ground."

I don't know why, but when he said this, it was inexplicably funny.

Except for Lu Yan, the other Green Guards lowered their heads, pinched their mouths with their hands, and their shoulders shook constantly.

"It's your fault for not thinking it through," Lu Yan put the medicine box on the table and dragged a chair over to him. The Qingyiwei also thoughtfully poured him a cup of tea.

One person even tried to fan him, and as expected, the old doctor glared at him, "I'm shivering with cold, old man!"

Qingyi Guard: “…”

He silently put away the fan and cautiously stepped aside.

Seeing him panting, I subconsciously thought it was because of the heat and forgot that it was still the first month of the year.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, the old doctor recovered and stood up to take Qingwu's pulse.

It was fine at first, but slowly, his eyebrows became lower and lower, and finally his brows were furrowed, and no one dared to go out even if they were beaten to death.

"Let me see the wound."

Qing Wu undressed and looked at the wound on his chest. The old doctor's brows were so furrowed that they could pinch a fly to death.

Then he looked at Lu Yan with a serious face, "I admit, old man, I was too loud just now. Your brother is really serious."

"doctor……"

Hearing his words, everyone else became worried. They knew Qingwu was injured, but they didn't know he was so seriously injured.

This guy acts like nothing happened on weekdays. If they didn't know he was injured, I'm afraid no one would be able to tell that he was injured.

"All I can say is, treat the wound first, then prescribe some medicine for you to apply, and then see if he has a fever. I've been practicing medicine for most of my life, and I've never seen such a serious wound. I'll do my best, I'll do my best."

As he said this, he stood up to prepare medicine. "Boil some hot water. The flesh in his wound is rotten. We have to cut it off. Otherwise, the medicine will be useless. Do you have a dagger?"

"Yes!" One of them took out a dagger from his arms and pulled it out with a "swish". The old doctor only felt a flash of silver light, and the knife appeared in front of him.

He swallowed, took a half step back, then raised his head and looked at the people in the room carefully.

They all wore the same clothes, even their hair was tied up in the same high bun. They all had tall and straight postures and sharp eyes, and it was obvious at first glance that they were not ordinary people.

"You," aren't you villagers?

When he met Lu Yan's eyes, he swallowed the last few words back.

"Doctor, please speak frankly. We will try our best to find whatever you need."

The old doctor waved his hand and said, "You have to do it yourself. I have never killed a chicken in my life. I just treat headaches and fevers."

Lu Yan nodded, took the dagger and looked at the blue-clothed guard beside him, "Go boil some water, and then go to the Su family to get some white wine."

He paused for a moment and said, "Forget it, I'll go, doctor, you prescribe the medicine first, and just tell them if there's anything they need."

This one order made the old doctor more certain that their identities were not simple. Ordinary people would just tell them if there was anything they needed to know, without giving any orders.

but,

He shook his head and laughed. Yes, what kind of ordinary family would have so many young men in this room?

"liquor?"

Su Ziling was quite surprised to hear Lu Yan wanted wine. "Wait a minute, I'll find it for you. What kind of wine do you want? I have green plum wine, golden cherry wine, and red wine. But I don't think you can drink it. The alcohol content of this wine is low."

"It's not for drinking. We need white wine. The stronger the better." Lu Yan said.

Su Ziling took back his hand that had fallen on the green plum wine and walked to the side, "Is he seriously injured?"

"Well, the flesh around the wound has rotted. I didn't dare stop to see a doctor along the way, so I just dealt with it hastily. It's just because it's cold. If it was summer, I'm afraid it would be infested with worms."

Thinking of Qingwu's wound, his expression became even uglier.

"Is the wine used for disinfection?"

"Disinfection?" Lu Yan was stunned.

Su Ziling explained: "It means using strong liquor to clean the wound, so that the wound will not easily fester again."

Lu Yan suddenly realized and nodded, "Yes, when I was in the military camp, I often saw them treat it this way, and the wounds did heal quickly."

After getting the wine, Su Ziling followed him back to the Lu family.

Smoke rose above the kitchen; someone was boiling water, someone was decocting medicine.

The old doctor was sitting in the room waiting, with a row of blue-clad guards standing beside him.

When Su Ziling and the others entered the room, they saw this scene. The old doctor was staring at his toes, and the blue-clothed guards were staring at the old doctor. The room was quiet, no one spoke, and even the breathing was much lighter.

It was not until he saw Lu Yan that the Qingyi Guards' gaze fell on Lu Yan, and the old doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get a fire."

Seeing him burning the dagger, Su Ziling also frowned, "Are you going to dig out the rotten meat?"

"Well, if we don't dig it out, we can't apply medicine and new flesh can't grow." Lu Yan lowered his head, his eyes falling on the dagger.

"Dig it raw?"

Lu Yan looked at her with confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why she asked that.

"That is, dig it out directly without anesthesia?"

"anaesthetization?"

"Do you have Ma Fei San? If you drink it, you won't feel the pain when you dig the flesh. You will feel it only after the effect of the medicine wears off."

Lu Yan looked at the old doctor.

The old doctor waved his hands repeatedly, "Ma Fei San? No, no, I have never heard of it. Is there such a magical medicine?"

Seeing that Su Ziling didn't believe him, he explained: "The old man really doesn't have this medicine, and he has never heard of it. If he did, he would have taken it out long ago."