After a while, Gu Maolin came back with Cuilan.

"Uncle Dong, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, I want to know where the little black donkey in your class is now?" Godfather Dong Fangfang thought of this little black donkey again.

“Where is in our class?”

"Can you go back tonight? You must find this little black donkey overnight."

"Uncle Dong, why are you so anxious?"

Dong's folk remedy was no longer long-winded, and directly pulled Gu Maolin to the side of the yard, then lowered his voice: "Your squad leader... the situation is a bit serious. You must go. We would rather believe it than not. I need the blood of the little black donkey."

"Can't you just send the squad leader to the hospital?"

"Okay, that's OK, but I'm afraid the hospital will delay his treatment."

When he heard Dong's folk remedy say this, Gu Maolin's cold sweat came down. The squad leader was injured and jumped into the water to save the old village chief. If it was tetanus or sepsis, it would be a fatal matter. But Dong's folk remedy says this, it means that it is still under his control.

"Okay, Uncle Dong, I'll go now." Gu Maolin turned around and left when he heard this. Even if he turned the entire Ding County to the sky tonight, he would still find the Pili Surveying and Mapping Team.

"Wait, I'll give you it." Ye saw that his godfather Dong Fanggui had retrieved Gu Maolin, and realized that something was wrong. He followed him quietly out. Although he didn't hear everything, he also realized that the situation was serious.

That would be great. Ye and Gu Maolin didn't even bother to have dinner. They immediately went to the primary school to drive and also informed Professor Wen.

As soon as Gu Maolin and Ye left, Wang Ke really had a fever. His hands and feet were cold, just like malaria.

My godfather Dong's folk remedy didn't work if he covered him with two quilts. Under the lamp, Wang Ke still shivered.

"Godfather, can I give me tiger bone wine?"

"Absolutely not! Do you think you are taking advantage of the situation. Come on, drink some hot water." The godfather Dong, who was standing by, flatly refused, not afraid of anything else, but fears that the wound will become inflamed. Now, just judging from the fever, it is very bad.

It’s not okay to drink hot water. The more you get a fever, the colder your hands and feet. Wang Ke feels that if he continues like this, there will definitely be trouble.

"Godfather, I know my body. Give me a cup... one cup, just one cup." Wang Ke asked again. At this time, the upper and lower teeth were actually snatched, making a "Dada" sound.

"Boy, drinking alcohol will accelerate blood circulation throughout the body. Your wound has not healed. At that time, blood vessels dilate, which may cause inflammation of the wound."

"Damn...godfather, but I, now... I really want to drink."

"You boy is so weird. Your face turned red when you drink a small mouthful. Now you are sick and want to drink?"

"Big...big...maybe I want to use poison to fight poison!" Wang Ke smiled bitterly, and now all the bones on his body were sour, like insects.

Looking at Wang Ke's red face and his teeth, his godfather Dong's folk remedy was a little hesitant. Today, he was quite abnormal. The boy actually wanted to drink alcohol. Could it be that he was fed up with a fever?

"Are you sure you want to drink?"

"Well...that's it...it's the tiger bone wine I drank last time." Wang Ke continued to beg, and his godmother also walked in.

"Ke'er, what do you want to eat? My godmother will make it for you." That's it. Sometimes patients can relieve their condition by eating a delicious meal.

"Don't do it, fuck... Mom, I, I... don't want to eat anything, I just want to... drink a little tiger bone wine." Wang Ke trembled, and then lay down again.

The fever began. This time the fever was very similar to the acute rheumatism fever that was on the division farm when I was a recruit. This time there was an extra wound on my head.

"Old man, why don't you take it?" Seeing Wang Ke trembling and getting fucked like this, my godmother was heartbroken.

"No, drinking will accelerate the metabolism in the body, and alcohol stimulates vasodilation." Godfather Dong still disagreed.

"I said you're confused, is it important to dilate blood vessels or to reduce fever?" My godmother was a little anxious. She felt so distressed when Wang Ke was injured by the head. Now, in order to save the village chief, she has caused a fever in the wound. You can't get rid of antibiotics, right?

My wife said this and made her godfather Dong confused. "What should I do if I drink it?"

"But if you don't drink, what should I do if something happens?" My wife and godfather Dong Fanggong had a fight. "Ke'er, you have to pour a glass of your godmother for you. If you want to vomit, don't drink it. This alcohol is so irritating that I feel uncomfortable if I drink too much."

Dong Fanggong's wife usually obeys everything and never competes with others, but today she feels like she has taken the wrong medicine.

After a while, she brought the jar of leftover tiger bone wine from the west room. The godfather Dong's folk remedy was not easy to get angry. She watched her helplessly, took a small teacup and poured a shallow cup.

My godfather Dong’s folk remedy was dumbfounded. Every time Wang Ke drank with him, he would only be half a cup. The second time he drank, he drank too much, and probably Wang Ke hadn’t finished half a cup. You poured him a cup now. Isn’t this a joke?

Just as he was about to speak, Wang Ke stood up tremblingly, and took it from his godmother's hand with trembling hands. He picked up the shallow glass of wine, which was as if he was drinking boiled water, and drank it completely in a few sips.

"Boy..."

Before my godfather Dong's folk remedy was finished calling, the wine had already been drunk, but it scared Dong's folk remedy.

"It hurts... it feels good! It quenches thirst." Wang Ke put down the wine glass, with Wu Song's expression on Jingyanggang.

"Boy, what did you say? Relieve thirst?" Godfather Dong Fanggong immediately came to the clinic bed and asked.

"Yeah, now... it's comfortable." Wang Ke's trembling hands began to stabilize. He closed his eyes, lay silently for a while, and then opened his eyes and said, "If my godfather is willing to give up, I'll drink two more glasses." His lips did not tremble and he didn't speak loudly.

What's going on with this child? Isn't it nonsense? Godfather Dong's folk remedy quickly pressed the back of his hand against Wang Ke's face. Although his head was a little hot, it was not a high fever.

At this time, Professor Wen walked into the door from outside, and as soon as he entered the door, he raised his nose and sniffed, "What's the smell of wine, Lao Dong, how about Wang Ke?"

"Professor Wen, it's just right. This kid wants to drink, but he can't even persuade him!" When his godfather Dong Fangfang saw the rescue, he immediately pointed at Wang Ke on the bed and said to Professor Wen.

"Wang Ke, how are you doing? Both godfathers are here, where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wang Ke opened his eyes and wanted to get up as he was owed. The bandage on his head was bleeding again at some point.

"Originally, the wound is fine. It rained heavily at night. The boy jumped into the ditch in the west of the village, rescued the old village chief, and poured the wound into water." Godfather Dong talked about this matter to Professor Wen again.

At the end, he simply dragged Professor Wen to the outer room and talked about Wang Ke’s pulse just now and the fever caused by the dampness and poison on his body.

When Professor Wen heard this, his face was also serious. He turned around and went into the house, came to the bed, and asked Wang Ke, "Wang Ke, how do you feel?"

"Dad Wen, I'm fine! I'm much better now. I was so cold and thirsty just now. I felt so comfortable after drinking this glass of tiger bone wine."

"Aren't you dizzy?"

"Not dizzy."

"Do you want to vomit?"

"I don't want to vomit."

"Do you want to eat something?" The godmother standing next to her held an empty cup in her hand and then hurriedly inserted her mouth. Wang Ke's hands were shaking just now, and she was frightened by the way.

Wang Ke looked at the empty wine glass in his godmother's hand, then looked at his godfather Dong's folk remedy, and then said, "I want to have another drink."

"Nonsense! A good person can't stand these four liang of tiger bone wine and will never give it to him." If Professor Wen hadn't been in front of him, his godfather Dong's folk remedy would have occurred, which would have been a big deal.

"Haha, Old Dong, I heard that illness comes like a mountain of falling, and illness goes like a thread to get rid of it. Sometimes psychological intervention is also very important."

"What does it mean? Drinking alcohol is also called psychological intervention?" Godfather Dong Fanggong was very dissatisfied with Professor Wen. He was still a scholar and did not pay attention to science. Wine is a food, and Wang Ke still had wounds.

"Old Dong, I dare to make a bet with you. Give him another drink and it will definitely reduce the fever in half an hour."

"This is Hu Lili. This is not a joke. I am a doctor. What if the fever subsides and the wound becomes inflamed?"

"Old Dong, you assume that it will get inflammation, and I also assume that it will fade away from the fever. Who is right or wrong? I will know after trying." Professor Wen looked kind and said, but he made his godfather Dong's folk remedy very angry. He thought that Professor Wen would help him when he came, but just like his wife, he made up trouble and messed up.

One is a famous doctor and the other is a professor, and no one can convince anyone.

The reason why love is powerful is that you can stick to it and don’t care about the results.

"Two godfathers, stop fighting, I'll go and wash it." Wang Ke's voice sounded behind him.

Professor Wen and his godfather Dong Fanggong turned around at the same time and saw that Wang Ke was sitting on the edge of the bed, sweating profusely. Because there were bandages on his head, sweat beads on his nose and cheeks.

It was too fast, and a glass of wine instantly subsided. However, something magical is still behind.

"Godfather, after I wash it, you helped me open the bandage, and it was so itchy inside."

Godfather Dong Fanggong was stunned. There are two kinds of itchy wounds: one is inflammation of the blade and infection; the other is that the wound begins to heal and becomes fleshy.

"Boy, you don't have to go, let your godmother, let your sister Cuilan get you a basin of water and wipe it here. Then I check the wound for you. I estimate that 90% of it was rushed by the tiger bone wine just now." Godfather Dong Fanggong was heartbroken, and he glared at his wife fiercely, saying that the woman was kind and ignored the consequences.

When Professor Wen saw Wang Ke sitting up, he immediately smiled happily. "Dong, you are stubborn, can't you see Wang Ke's fever go away? If it gets inflammation, how can it go away? It's even more impossible for him to sweat all over his body."

Yes, if it gets inflammation, it is impossible to reduce the fever, and if it gets fever, it is unlikely to sweat. This is a significant improvement!

"My brother and sister, you accidentally cured Wang Ke's illness today. Thank you." Professor Wen thanked Dong's wife, and then turned around and said to Dong's folk remedy: "Old Dong, I suggest you be generous and give Wang Ke another glass of tiger bone wine and a glass of tiger bone wine by the way. You will see the effect immediately."

"Professor Wen, this is not OK. Wait for me to see the boy's wound, can we make a decision?"

Godfather Dong still bit the folk remedy to death. After Wang Ke cleaned it, he began to carefully untie the bandage on Wang Ke's head. This was from last night, and it was the third time it was opened. Once the bandage was opened, the situation inside was really good. There was no redness, swelling or water flowing in the wound. In addition to the bleeding just now, it was significantly better than in the morning.

No one can tell whether it is the effect of three bottles of antibiotics or the glass of wine just now.

"Boy, listen to my godfather, don't drink anymore!" Dong's folk remedy disinfected the iodine vapour again and bandaged it again. He picked up Wang Ke's arm again and called the pulse again.

This time the pulse is obviously different from the previous one, and the hands are not shaking. It's so strange that my godfather Dong's folk remedy couldn't help but swear! This has nothing to do with the three bottles of antibiotics. Is it really related to the tiger bone wine he soaked in?

Isn’t this anti-traditional? The scholar wants to rebel!

"Boy, you couldn't drink before, right?"

Wang Ke nodded, but immediately shook his head again. In the past, he drank at most one tael and didn’t know anyone. But last time he drank with his two godfathers, he drank less than a pound, and there were eight or nine taels.

"What are you doing?" All the suspicions of godfather Dong Fanggong have begun to explode now. After the glass of Xiaoerliang of tiger bone wine just now, Wang Ke's face has not changed. This is wrong. In the past, he had a blushing face. "Do you still want to drink it?"

Wang Ke nodded.

"You're so beautiful, I'm only left with this little tiger bone wine. Okay, I'll give you another glass." Godfather Dong Fangfang poured a glass in person and brought it to Wang Ke. He was skeptical now and could not believe what was happening in front of him. If he had known this, he wouldn't have to let Gu Maolin find the little black donkey and come back to collect blood.

"Godfather, do you let me drink it or not?" Wang Ke asked, swallowing his throat.

"Whatever you want."
Chapter completed!