Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 364 Anti-inflammatory Medicine

Lin Feng walked through the cheering crowd and came to the castle command center.

I feel a little tired today. I have been either directing battles or taking action myself almost the entire day.

Bai Jing quickly brought him some warm water for washing.

Freshly brewed hot tea was also brought to the desk.

"Brother, is this a decisive victory?"

Bai Jing was also very excited when she heard the news of the great victory over the Tartars.

Lin Feng lay down on the chair and let Bai Jing wipe his head and face with a warm silk handkerchief.

"Don't you see how much money we've spent? If we lose the battle with this kind of equipment, will I have to commit suicide to apologize?"

Bai Jing gently hit him on the head.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who are you apologizing to? To yourself?"

"I apologize to you. I made so much money, and now it's all gone."

Lin Feng teased with a smile.

Bai Jing lowered her head and carefully wiped Lin Feng's neck.

"Ever since I followed you, I've lost myself. Apologizing to me is the same as apologizing to yourself."

Lin Feng was surprised: "Hey, why does it sound a bit sad..."

"No, I just mean that my thoughts are all on you, brother. You have to live well."

Hearing her say this, Lin Feng suddenly felt a burning pain in his calf.

"Oh, I forgot if you didn't mention it."

As he spoke, Lin Feng stood up and raised his right leg.

Because he was wearing a robe, it couldn't be seen from the outside.

Only then was it discovered that there were still a lot of blood stains on Lin Feng's right calf.

Bai Jing was shocked: "Brother, you...what are you..."

She quickly squatted down, gently untied Lin Feng's leg braces, and checked his injuries.

There were three scratches on Lin Feng's calf. The wounds were not deep, the blood had dried, and there were pieces of clothing stuck on them.

Bai Jing called out, "Cheng Liang, Wen Jian, go call the doctor over, quickly."

Lin Feng smiled: "It really needs to be done quickly, otherwise the wound will heal quickly."

Bai Jing rolled her eyes at him: "Why are you so careless? Look at the wound, it's been cut into such a mess."

Because the wound was not deep, Lin Feng was busy and ended up forgetting about it.

My body was relaxed at this moment, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

Lin Feng put his legs on the desk, sat back in the chair, and looked at the wound in the light.

"Oh my god, it's broken..."

His words scared Bai Jing and she asked quickly.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Lin Feng discovered that his wound, when shone under the light, was bluish-black and slightly swollen.

"This is... poisonous..."

Lin Feng quickly pulled up his trouser legs and found that the dark blue color had climbed above his knees.

"Damn it, this Na Ren is so vicious."

Then he turned and shouted at Bai Jing: "Bring me a basin, some strong liquor and a dagger."

He shouted and tied his thighs tightly with a ribbon to prevent the poison from spreading further.

Bai Jing hurriedly poured out the water in the basin and took out the dagger that Lin Feng carried with him.

Lin Feng soaked the dagger in strong liquor and felt a little flustered.

However, judging from the speed at which the toxin spreads, this poison should not be strong enough.

After disinfecting the dagger with strong liquor, he took a deep breath, rolled up the hem of his clothes, held it in his mouth, and used the knife to cut open the wound on his calf.

A strong pain came over him, making Lin Feng tremble all over.

Lin Feng cursed in his heart, OK, you damn black bat, let me show you how I’m going to deal with you!

As the wound was cut open, the blood that flowed out was black and emitted a sour smell.

Lin Feng squeezed his leg muscles hard to make the dirty blood flow out faster.

Bai Jing was at a loss and could only stand by and worry.

"Don't panic, this little bit of poison is nothing, it's probably just some dirty stuff, this kid doesn't know how to play with poison."

Lin Feng comforted Bai Jing and also comforted himself.

The doctor also ran in in a panic at this time, squatted down and carefully examined the wound on Lin Feng's leg.

"This, this is poison, General."

"Haha, even you figured it out?"

Bai Jing anxiously tugged at Lin Feng's collar: "Brother, you still have the mind to joke."

The doctor dipped his finger in the blood, put it to his nose and smelled it, then frowned and pondered.

"Don't worry, General. I'll go get the medicine."

The doctor stood up and ran out.

Lin Feng turned around and shouted to the outside: "Cheng Liang and Wen Jian, come here and squeeze hard from here."

The two men rushed into the house and began to bleed Lin Feng.

Bai Jing was so anxious that her face was covered in sweat, and she asked while rubbing her hands.

"Brother, you can't squeeze all the blood out of your body, right?"

Lin Feng stared carefully at the blood flowing from his leg.

"Wait until the blood turns bright red."

He said it easily, but his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Several people worked for nearly half an hour, and half a basin of dirty blood was squeezed out of the basin.

Finally, the blood that flowed out gradually turned bright red.

The doctor has already prepared the herbal detoxification and is waiting on the side.

Bai Jing was standing aside, wiping the sweat off Lin Feng's face with a silk handkerchief. Looking at his pale face, she felt so distressed.

Lin Feng frowned and wondered what method to use to reduce the inflammation.

This problem is not just about his leg injury.

Soldiers injured on the battlefield have a very low chance of surviving inflammation caused by trauma.

A large number of soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died from inflammation of their wounds.

With current technology, this is an unsolvable problem.

If a soldier is injured, whether it is a minor injury or a serious injury, it all depends on God's will.

Lin Feng also didn't know how penicillin was produced in his previous life.

However, he seemed to have some memory of garlic.

The efficacy of allicin is also hundreds of times better than current treatment technology.

Lin Feng tried hard to recall the extraction process of allicin.

If allicin can be extracted, the survival rate of injured soldiers can be increased by at least 70% to 80%.

This will be a great contribution to the history of human warfare.

While they were busy with the wound on Lin Feng's leg, Lin Feng bent over the desk and began to write and draw.

Bai Jing wanted to ask but didn't dare to. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lin Feng's legs were neatly bandaged with white cloth.

Bai Jing asked softly after everyone left the room.

"Brother, can you please take care of your legs first?"

Lin Feng didn't even raise his head: "I'm just thinking of a solution."

Bai Jing leaned over to look at the pictures he drew, which were all strange things.

"Will this heal your injuries?"

"Hey, just wait and see. This is a great invention of mankind, a groundbreaking product."

Bai Jing was completely confused and had no choice but to quietly join Lin Feng in his mischief.

Lin Feng was not joking, he was drawing the production drawings of the distillation equipment.

Since I didn’t have a pressure cooker, glass test tube, or anything like that, I just used a steel pot I made myself.

It just requires a relatively high level of craftsmanship, especially the treatment of gaps, and the polishing must be meticulous.

He drew a lot of steel tubes, porcelain bottles, etc.

While painting, he casually ordered: "Bai Jing, go get some garlic. Prepare about 100 to 180 kilograms of garlic, peel it and wash it."

Bai Jing listened to him blankly.

"Then have someone mash the garlic into a paste and soak it in twice the amount of water."

"Wait, brother, let me remember."

Bai Jing couldn't remember so many things, so she quickly found a pen and paper and started taking notes.

Lin Feng handed the drawn paper to Bai Jing.

"Find the best craftsmen to make these tools as quickly as possible."

"Also, pay attention to the craftsmanship in these areas. They must be even more refined."

"besides..."

Bai Jing was stunned, staring at Lin Feng with her big eyes without blinking.

Seeing that her little mouth remained open and could not be closed for a long time, Lin Feng knew that she had fallen into a daze.

"Oh, never mind. I'll go talk to the craftsman."

Just when everyone thought that Lin Feng was going to organize an army and drive the Tartars out of the country in one fell swoop.

Lin Feng, dragging his injured leg, plunged into the workshop.