"It's time for me, it's time for me." The people in the queue in front saw the next one shouting inside, and hurriedly walked forward.

In the temple, Zeppelhe looked at the man who was walking in. He saw that he seemed to have injuries on his legs and feet, and he was walking around, holding a thick branch in his hand to support him. As he approached, he could faintly smell a foul smell from his body.

"Master, I, I'll come to the clinic."

The man said nervously, perhaps because he saw that the three Buddhist masters here were all very outstanding, and when he thought of the foul smell that was emitting from his wounds, he was slightly unnatural.

Tang Ning, who was beside him, looked at Zeppelhe leisurely, observing his expression, and seeing that his expression was not disgusted, a hint of satisfaction flashed through his eyes.

As a doctor, you naturally cannot despise the patient. No matter what kind of patient you are, the doctor must treat everyone equally and have a calm mind. Only in this way can it be called medical ethics and benevolent.

"Is there any injury on his leg?" Zeppelhe asked. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, he only turned his legs and took a chair and asked him to put the injured leg on.

"I'll tear it out, I'll tear it out."

When the man saw that the monk in white was about to remove the cloth strip on the wound on his leg, he quickly got started. After all, because of the deterioration of the wound, the cloth strip was filled with pus and a foul smell.

Zeppelhe didn't argue with him either. When he saw him breaking the cloth strip and hurting the festering wound on his leg, he frowned slightly: "How did this injury be done?"

"When I went to hunt, I was stabbed by the wild boar's fangs. After applying the medicine, I failed to heal. The wound became more and more serious." The man said, looking at the wound on his leg, he was worried: "Master, can my injury be cured?"

Seeing that the wound was ulcerated and pus, and the wound was red and swollen and black and purple. Because of the wound, even his feet became red, swollen and purple. This situation did not seem like a common external trauma. He couldn't help but look at Tang Ning beside him and asked, "Master, how should this injury be cured?"

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but look at the young monk in green next to him. He was surprised that such a young monk was actually the master of this young monk.

"How do you think it should be treated?" Tang Ning asked, not telling him immediately how to treat it.

He thought for a moment and said, "Cleaning the wounds and applying medicine?"

"He is seriously injured. A simple cleanup of the wound cannot completely clean his wound. You should first clean the wound, and use a fire-baked knife to scrape all the ulcerated skin and flesh on his wound, squeeze out the pus and blood from the wound until there is no pus and blood. Then sprinkle anti-inflammatory medicine on the wound, and apply anti-inflammatory medicine to the wound, and apply muscle rehabilitation powder."

Tang Ning sat there and said, without any intention of taking action, just told him how to deal with the injury and let him learn it by himself.

When Zeppelhe heard his words, he was stunned. He didn't expect that there were so many ways to clean the wound. He immediately responded and started to deal with it.

Song Tianyou helped get clean water, found clean cloth strips, and then watched from the side. Master said that even if he didn't study medicine, he still had to learn this simple matter of treating wound bandage, so he asked him to read more, listen more, and learn more.
Chapter completed!