Outside the healing room, some people surrounded the door and the window. They looked at Ye Xuan, who was wearing medical gloves, a mask, and holding a scalpel in his hand. They were talking about it.
"Why didn't Master Huang ask this kid to treat him? Can this kid do it?"
"Yeah, this is a fatal injury. Why didn't Master Huang do it himself?"
"What do you know? Do you know who that person is?"
"Isn't he Master Huang's apprentice? I remember that he came to Poh Chi Lam less than half a year ago. Can his medical skills be better than Master Huang's? "
"That person is called Ye Xuan. He is indeed Master Huang's apprentice. He came to Poh Chi Lam less than half a year ago. I remember that it has only been more than four months."
"You also said that he has only been here for more than four months and has only learned for more than four months. Master Huang asked him to treat Ninth Uncle's foreign gunshot wound. Even if Master Huang wants to teach his apprentice, he can't do this. Maybe Ninth Uncle will die."
"So you don't know. Do you know what Ye Xuan used to do in Poh Chi Lam?"
"I don't know. Do you know?"
"Yeah, do you?"
"Hehe, I happen to know a little. Ye Xuan came back after studying medicine in the United States. He came to Poh Chi Lam just to learn wrestling and martial arts from Master Huang."
"Since he learned medicine from foreigners, why did he go to Master Huang to learn wrestling? In my opinion, Master Huang is better!"
"Of course, Master Huang is better. But there are specializations in this field. Look, Ye Xuan's technique is very skillful."
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"Ah Hsuan, how is it?" Huang Fei-hung stood next to him and watched attentively as Ye Xuan disinfected all the medical equipment. Then, he took out a bottle of yellow liquid and smeared it on Ninth Uncle's wound. It was said that it was for disinfection. Then, he took out a sharp scalpel and cut open Ninth Uncle's wound.
"It's okay, Master. Fortunately, the shot didn't hit the vital part. Besides, it was just an iron bullet from a Mauser gun. The injury is not serious. I will take out the bullet and help him sew up the wound to prevent tetanus. Then, I will apply your medicine for wounds. He should be fine after resting for more than 10 days." Ye Xuan stared at Ninth Uncle's wound.
"That's great!" Huang Fei-hung let out a sigh of relief.
"Ah Kai, bring in a basin of hot water. Ah Su, help me get the medicine." Huang Fei-hung turned to Ling Yunkai and Ya Casu and ordered.
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes, Master!" Ling Yunkai and Ya Casu quickly went to prepare after hearing Huang Fei-hung's order.
"Master! Master! … "
Suddenly, a loud voice came from outside. Huang Fei-hung raised his eyebrows and his expression changed. He suddenly said to the two apprentices beside him, "It's Shirong. Both of you, hurry up and help him open the middle door!"
Hearing Huang Fei-hung's words, Ye Xuan, who was under the mask, smiled. He couldn't help it. Whenever he thought about how his Senior Brother had broken three doors of Poh Chi Lam in the past four months, Ye Xuan always wanted to laugh.
After laughing, Ye Xuan began to focus. He picked up a pair of tweezers and opened the wound on Ninth Uncle's body. Then, he inserted the tweezers into the wound and took out the bullet that was stuck in the flesh.
"Pig, pig, pig …" Ya Casu almost fell while holding the medicine. Pork Wing lifted him up with his leg.
"Pork Rong, even if I'm not fat, you still call me fat." Pork Wing glared at Ya Casu and said while walking, "You've been back for so long, and you still don't know how to speak the Chinese language."
"You, you … Pig, pig, pig …" Ya Casu, who was walking in front, heard Pork Wing's words and was furious. He turned around and wanted to scold him, but unfortunately, his tongue was tied.
"Ya … Cha Su!" Pork Wing stretched out his hand and showed his teeth. He purposely mimicked Ya Casu's tongue-tied expression and said.
Huang Fei-hung turned around and looked at his two funny apprentices. He then turned back to look at Ye Xuan who was performing the surgery seriously. He shook his head and sighed. "Ah Su, hurry up and bring the medicine over."
"He doesn't even know how to speak the Chinese language. Why would he need medicine?" Pork Wing snatched the medicine from Ya Casu and pushed him aside.
"We're brothers from the same sect. Why are you arguing?" Huang Fei-hung said helplessly.
"Master, I'm teaching him how to be a Chinese!" Pork Wing walked forward and said to Huang Fei-hung while looking at Ye Xuan who was taking out the bullets.
"Wow, Junior Brother, I didn't expect you to have this skill! Remember to teach your Senior Brother in the future! " When he saw Ye Xuan, Pork Wing smiled and said. He then squeezed his head to the box of bullets and looked at it. "Are these the iron bullets for foreign guns?"
Ye Xuan smiled and didn't say anything. He first cleaned Ninth Uncle's wound. Then, he picked up the needle and thread at the side and sewed up Ninth Uncle's wound.
"Alright, Master. Now, you just need to apply the Gold Wound Ointment on Ninth Uncle. Change it every two days and remove the thread after seven days." Ye Xuan took off his gloves and pulled down his mask.
"En, it's been hard on you, Ah Hsuan!" Huang Fei-hung patted Ye Xuan's shoulder in relief. He then turned around and said to Pork Wing, "Shirong, bring the Gold Wound Ointment over."
Hearing Huang Fei-hung's order, Pork Wing quickly flipped through the medicine bottle in his hand with a distressed expression. "Gold Wound Ointment, Gold Wound Ointment. It's three words, but why are all these three words?"
After looking for a while, he saw Huang Fei-hung looking at him. He could only smile and say, "Master, I've never studied."
"Then why are you laughing at me for not knowing how to speak Chinese?" Huang Fei-hung glared at Pork Wing and said to Ya Casu, "Ah Su, come and find it!"
"Senior Brother, don't bother. I'll do it!" Ye Xuan smiled at Ya Casu and saw the medicine bottle with the words "Gold Wound Ointment" written on it. He took it and sprinkled the ointment on Ninth Uncle's wound. He then took out an elastic bandage and bandaged the wound.
"Alright, Ninth Uncle, for the next few days, just lie down and don't move. You'll be fine after a few days of rest." Ye Xuan smiled at Ninth Uncle who was lying on the bed.
"Thank you, Mr. Ye!" Ninth Uncle looked at Ye Xuan gratefully.
"You're welcome, you're welcome!" Ye Xuan waved his hand and smiled.
"Ding! Congratulations on rescuing Ninth Uncle who was injured by a foreign gun. Quest reward: 1500 Cultivation Points. "
Just as Ninth Uncle was thanking Ye Xuan, the system finally notified him of the quest's success.
"Ah Hsuan, you've worked hard. Take a rest first!" Huang Fei-hung looked at Ye Xuan whose forehead was covered with sweat and said with concern.
"It's okay, Master. I'll pack these things first. If there are more patients, they can be used." Ye Xuan said with a smile. Then, he started to pack up the medical supplies beside him and put them into the medical first-aid kit one by one.
Ye Xuan wouldn't put this simple medical first aid kit that cost him 500 Cultivation Points from the system store. Although there weren't many things in it, it was very precious in this era. Even if you had the money, you wouldn't be able to buy it.
"You two, help Ninth Uncle inside to rest," Huang Fei-hung instructed the two apprentices beside him as he watched Ye Xuan put away the things.
"Master, who did Ninth Uncle have a grudge with? Someone actually shot him with a foreign gun," Pork Wing asked when he saw Ninth Uncle being helped inside to rest.
"Sigh!" Huang Fei-hung sighed and shook his head. "There are so many foreign ships in the port now, and there are all kinds of flags. Ninth Uncle can't tell them apart, so he got shot by foreigners indiscriminately. Now that the capital is carrying out the Westernization Movement, no matter what the dispute is, the one who suffers is us, the Chinese."
"Then are we still going to live? We can't rely on those Manchurian dogs. Those Manchurian tyrants occupied our central plains, and now they're colluding with the red-haired ghost to betray our country. " Pork Wing was furious when he heard Huang Fei-hung's words. He walked out of the healing room and slammed the medicine tray in his hand on the table. He took out a trident from the side and shouted at the people standing outside, "Brothers of the militia, let's go and tear down the foreigners' ships."
Pfft! Ya Casu suddenly took a bucket of cold water and poured it on Pork Wing's head, instantly turning Pork Wing into a soaked pig. "Cold, cold, calm down, quiet!"
"What do you know?" Pork Wing said angrily.
"Pig, pig …"
"Impudent, call me Senior Brother!"
"Shirong!" Huang Fei-hung, who was standing in front of the door, suddenly said.
"Master!" Pork Wing turned around and said respectfully.
"You're already an adult, yet you're still so impulsive. You're not allowed to interfere in this matter!" Huang Fei-hung scolded with a serious expression.
"This is a matter of life and death. I need to go to the yamen and clarify this matter with the foreigners. Otherwise, how can we, the Chinese, continue to live in Foshan?" Huang Fei-hung walked back to the living room and sat down. He picked up his pipe, lit it, and took a deep puff.
"Master, can we rely on the yamen?" Ye Xuan, who had packed his things, stood at the door and looked at Huang Fei-hung.
"What can we do even if we can't? We're the people, and they're the officials!" Huang Fei-hung's voice was low, and his tone was full of desolation and helplessness.
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