Chapter 8

Outside the healing room, a group of people gathered at the door and windows, watching Ye Xuan, who was inside the room with medical gloves on his hands, a mask on his face, and a scalpel in his hand, and they were discussing heatedly:

"How come it's not Master Huang treating the patient, but this little kid? Can this young boy really do it?"

"Right, this is a life-threatening injury. Why doesn't Master Huang do it himself?"

"Do you even know who that person is?"

"Isn't he just Master Huang's apprentice? I remember he's only been at Baozhi Lin for less than half a year. Could his medical skills be better than Master Huang's?"

"That person is called Ye Xuan. He is indeed Master Huang's apprentice and has only been at Baozhi Lin for less than half a year, I remember it's only been four months."

"You also said he's only been here for four months. After only four months of learning, Master Huang asks him to treat Uncle Jiu's gunshot wound. Even if Master Huang wants to teach his apprentice, this is not the way. If it goes wrong, Uncle Jiu might lose his life."

"That's why you don't know. Do you know what Ye Xuan did before he came to Baozhi Lin?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

"Right, do you know?"

"Hehe, I happen to know a little. Ye Xuan studied medicine in America before coming back to Baozhi Lin, where he only learns bone-setting and martial arts from Master Huang."

"Since he learned medicine from foreigners, why does he still need to learn bone-setting from Master Huang? In my opinion, Master Huang is still the best!"

"Of course, Master Huang is great, but each has their own expertise. Look at how skilled Ye Xuan's techniques are."

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"Xuan, how's it going?" Huang Feihong stood beside him, watching intently as Ye Xuan first disinfected all the medical instruments, then took out a yellow ointment and applied it to Uncle Jiu's wound, which was said to be for disinfection. He then took out a sharp scalpel and cut open Uncle Jiu's wound.

"No problem, Master. Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit any vital parts, and it's just a Mauser bullet, so the injury isn't severe. I'll remove the bullet, stitch the wound, disinfect it to prevent tetanus, and apply your golden wound medicine. After resting for about ten days, he should be fine," Ye Xuan said, focusing on Uncle Jiu's wound.

"That's good!" Huang Feihong sighed in relief.

"Kai, bring in a basin of hot water. Su, go and get the medicine," Huang Feihong turned to Ling Yunkai and Ya Chasu and instructed them.

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Master!" Ling Yunkai and Ya Chasu quickly prepared as instructed.

"Master! Master!..."

Suddenly, a loud voice came from outside. Huang Feihong's eyebrows raised, and his expression changed. He suddenly said to the two apprentices beside him, "It's Shirong. You two, go and open the main door for him!"

Hearing Huang Feihong's words, Ye Xuan's lips curled into a smile under his mask. He couldn't help but laugh, thinking about how his senior brother had crashed three doors of Baozhi Lin in the past four months.

After laughing, Ye Xuan focused his attention, picked up a pair of tweezers, and carefully opened Uncle Jiu's wound, extending the tweezers to extract the bullet embedded in the flesh.

"Pig, pig, pig..." Ya Chasu almost fell while holding the medicine, and Porky Rong caught him with one foot.

"Rong, even if you're not fat, you make me fat," Porky Rong glared at Ya Chasu, walking and saying, "You've been back for so long and still can't speak Chinese."

"You, you... pig, pig, pig..." Ya Chasu, who was in front holding the medicine, was furious at Porky Rong's words and turned to curse, but he kept stuttering.

"Ya... Chasu!" Porky Rong stretched out his hand, showing his buck teeth, and deliberately mimicked Ya Chasu's stuttering.

Huang Feihong turned to look at his two lively apprentices, then looked back at Ye Xuan, who was seriously performing the surgery, shook his head, and sighed, "Su, bring the medicine over quickly."

"Can't even speak Chinese, how can you bring the medicine?" Porky Rong snatched the medicine from Ya Chasu, pushing him aside.

"Fellow apprentices, why are you arguing?" Huang Feihong said helplessly.

"Master, I'm teaching him to be a proper Chinese person!" Porky Rong stepped forward, looking at Ye Xuan, who was extracting the bullet, and said to Huang Feihong.

"Wow, Junior Brother, I didn't expect you to have such skills! Remember to teach your senior brother in the future!" Seeing Ye Xuan, Porky Rong laughed and then leaned over to look at the bullet in the box, "Is this the iron bullet from the foreign gun?"

Ye Xuan smiled slightly but didn't respond. He first cleaned Uncle Jiu's wound again, then picked up the medical needle and thread from the side and stitched the wound.

"Done, Master. Now we just need to apply the golden wound medicine to Uncle Jiu, change it every two days, and remove the stitches in seven days, and he'll be fine," Ye Xuan said, taking off his gloves and pulling down his mask.

"Good job, Xuan!" Huang Feihong patted Ye Xuan's shoulder with satisfaction and then turned to Porky Rong, "Shirong, bring the golden wound medicine."

"Golden wound medicine, golden wound medicine, it's three characters, but why are all these three characters?" Hearing Huang Feihong's instructions, Porky Rong looked at the bottles in his hands, puzzled.

After searching for a while and not finding it, seeing Huang Feihong looking over, he smiled flatteringly, "Master, I haven't read any books."

"Then why do you laugh at others for not speaking Chinese?" Huang Feihong glared at Porky Rong and then said to Ya Chasu, "Su, you find it."

"Senior Brother, no need to trouble yourself, I'll do it!" Ye Xuan smiled at Ya Chasu, immediately spotting the bottle labeled "golden wound medicine," took it, and sprinkled the medicine on Uncle Jiu's wound, then took out a cotton elastic bandage to wrap the wound.

"Done, Uncle Jiu. You should lie still for the next few days and rest. You'll be fine in a few days," Ye Xuan said, smiling at Uncle Jiu, who was lying on the bed.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye!" Uncle Jiu looked at Ye Xuan with gratitude.

"No need to thank me, no need to thank me!" Ye Xuan waved his hand and smiled.

"Ding! Congratulations on successfully treating Uncle Jiu, who was injured by a foreign gun. Task completed, rewarded with 1500 cultivation points."

Just as Uncle Jiu was thanking him, the system in his mind finally announced the successful completion of the task.

"Xuan, good job. Take a rest!" Huang Feihong looked at Ye Xuan, whose forehead was covered with sweat, and said with concern.

"No problem, Master. I'll tidy up these things first. If there are more patients later, they can be used," Ye Xuan smiled and began to clean up the medical supplies, putting them back into the medical emergency kit.

Ye Xuan wouldn't leave this simple medical emergency kit, which he bought from the system store for 500 cultivation points, lying around carelessly. Although there wasn't much inside, it was extremely valuable in this era, and there was no place to buy it even with money.

"You two, help Uncle Jiu to rest inside." Seeing Ye Xuan tidying up, Huang Feihong instructed the two apprentices beside him.

"Master, who did Uncle Jiu offend? Why would someone shoot him with a foreign gun?" Seeing Uncle Jiu being helped to rest, Porky Rong asked with a curious look.

"Ah!" Huang Feihong sighed and shook his head, "There are so many foreign ships at the port, and their flags are all different. Uncle Jiu couldn't tell them apart, so he got on the wrong ship and was shot by the foreigners without any reason. Now, with the Self-Strengthening Movement in Beijing, no matter what disputes arise, it's always the Chinese who suffer."

"Then how can we live? We don't rely on those Manchu dogs, who have occupied our Central Plains and now collude with the red-haired devils, selling out our beautiful land." Hearing Huang Feihong's words, Porky Rong was furious, walked out of the healing room, and slammed the medicine tray on the table. He then pulled out a trident and shouted to the militia outside, "Brothers of the militia, let's go and dismantle the foreign ships."

Pfft! Ya Chasu suddenly poured a bucket of cold water over Porky Rong's head, making him look like a drowned pig, "C-c-calm down, calm down!"

"What do you know?" Porky Rong shouted angrily.

"P-p-pig..."

"Don't be disrespectful, call me Senior Brother!"

"Shirong!" Huang Feihong suddenly said, standing at the door.

"Master!" Porky Rong turned and said respectfully.

"You're a grown man, yet you still act so impulsively. You are not allowed to get involved in this matter!" Huang Feihong said sternly.

"Now it's a matter of life and death. I need to go to the government and clarify this with the foreigners. Otherwise, how can we Chinese live in Foshan in the future?" Huang Feihong walked back to the hall, sat down, picked up his pipe, and took a deep puff.

"Master, can we rely on the government?" Ye Xuan, who had finished tidying up, stood at the door and asked Huang Feihong.

"What can we do if we can't? We are civilians, and they are officials!" Huang Feihong's voice was low, filled with desolation and helplessness.

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