My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 169 Treating the Wound

Lin Ziping was about to ask more questions when Qi San and the others caught up.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to stop asking the question.

"Officer Qi—"

Qi San and the others were disheveled, with their clothes and hair in disarray, and all were injured to varying degrees. Qi San, in particular, had a large gash on his head, from which blood was still gushing.

"You've worked hard." Officer Qi nodded. "Are you alright with your injuries?"

Qi San and the others scratched their heads and chuckled sheepishly, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Officer Qi. We're tough; these injuries are nothing to worry about."

"That's good. Go to the county office to get some medicine for your injuries later." Constable Qi sighed. "Who knows what will happen tomorrow."

"Thank you very much, Officer Qi."

Everyone expressed their gratitude.

"Is everyone here? If so, we'll leave," Officer Qi asked.

Qi San looked around at the group and said, "We're still missing Gou Sheng."

"Then let's wait for him and take a break. Brothers, you've worked hard today," said Constable Qi.

"It's not hard work—it's not hard work—" Qi San and the others said with delight.

Lin Ziping looked at Qi San and couldn't reconcile the person in front of him with the fierce demeanor he had shown earlier.

"Xiao Lin, you stay here and watch over things. I'm going to relieve myself," Officer Qi said to Lin Ziping, clutching his stomach.

"Okay," Lin Ziping replied casually.

Officer Qi clutched his stomach and ran towards the nearby woods.

Lin Ziping was preoccupied with his own thoughts, and no one came forward to talk to him. He simply sat down to the side by himself.

"Brother Qi, the bleeding won't stop."

Lin Ziping looked over and was shocked to see that Qi San's face was covered in blood.

If this continues, we'll probably die on the way to the county government!

Although he didn't approve of what they had just done, Lin Ziping couldn't just stand by and watch people die.

He hurriedly stepped forward to check.

"Let me see what's going on." Lin Ziping pushed aside the people surrounding them and lifted Qi San's hair to examine him closely.

The wound was on his forehead, and blood was gushing out. Something was stuck to the surface of the wound, some of it mixed with blood and stuck to his hair, while some of it ran down his face.

"What is this?" Lin Ziping asked.

Qi San's lips were pale, probably due to excessive blood loss. He was completely different from his arrogant demeanor in the village and the same energy he had when he spoke to Qi Putou earlier.

The person next to him explained, "This is ash from the stove; we use it to stop bleeding."

The ash inside the stove should be wood ash.

When I was little, the elderly people in the village did use wood ash to stop bleeding.

But it's obvious that wood ash won't work on Qi San's forehead wound right now.

Lin Ziping took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and cleaned the bloodstains and ashes around the wound. Only then did he see that the wound on his forehead was about ten centimeters long and must have been caused by a hoe.

I wonder if that hoe is rusty, or if I might get tetanus.

"Do you have any wine?" Lin Ziping asked, turning his head as he pressed a clean handkerchief to the wound.

The other nine people looked at each other and shook their heads.

Qi San's forehead wound was still bleeding, and the handkerchief Lin Ziping was pressing was also soaked as he spoke.

I should have brought my backpack today; it still contains medicine that could be used in an emergency.

"Officer Lin, let go, I can do it myself," Qi San said.

Lin Ziping glanced at Qi San and said, "Alright, you'd better hold on tight and not let go."

Qi San gritted his teeth and said, "I understand."

Lin Ziping withdrew his hand, some of the blood seeped out from the handkerchief and stuck to his hand. He casually wiped it on his clothes.

"Why are you still here?"

At that moment, a young voice rang out.

"Gousheng, Gousheng, you're back!" the other nine people said joyfully.

Lin Ziping looked at Gou Sheng, whose face was dark, who was not tall, and who was about twenty years old, similar to Qi San.

"I'm back. Where's Officer Qi?" Gou Sheng asked, noticing Qi San lying on the ground. He rushed over and asked, "Third Brother, what happened to you?"

"I just got a cut on my head from those bastards, but I'm fine," Qi San said. "Are you alright?"

Gou Sheng shook his head.

"Do you have any wine, Gou Sheng?" asked a slightly older-looking man next to him, pointing at Lin Ziping and then saying, "This officer wants some."

Gou Sheng glanced at Lin Ziping, lowered his head without speaking, and then took a gourd from his waist and handed it to Lin Ziping.

"Officer, this is what I just got in the village. I was going to take it back to my father, but here you go." Gou Sheng looked at the gourd several times with reluctance.

Lin Ziping took the gourd and shook it; there was still half a bottle inside.

After hearing what Gou Sheng said, Lin Ziping rolled his eyes at him and thought, "Forget it, we're all just working people, let's not make things difficult for each other."

I poured out a little wine, it was rice wine, and it was very cloudy. I don't know if this will have a disinfecting or sterilizing effect.

Given these circumstances, we have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

Lin Ziping told Qi San to remove his hand, then lifted the handkerchief and poured the wine from the gourd onto it.

"what--"

Qi San couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Just bear with it," Lin Ziping said. "Go back and see a doctor."

Gou Sheng, who was standing nearby, muttered under his breath, "Where would we get the money?"

Lin Ziping glanced at him and continued, "Wash it with diluted salt water every day."

Qi San's neck veins bulged, but he still replied, "Okay, thank you, Officer Lin."

The handkerchief was soaked with blood. Lin Ziping looked at Gou Sheng next to him. Everyone else's clothes were torn and messy, but his clothes were still relatively neat.

“Tear off a clean piece of cloth from your undergarment,” Lin Ziping instructed, “and place it on his wound.”

The other nine people all had knife wounds of varying degrees, but none of them looked as serious as Qi San's.

Lin Ziping put down the gourd and said, "Clean your wounds yourselves."

As he spoke, Lin Ziping noticed the grass by the roadside, walked over, picked a leaf, smelled it, and examined it carefully. It should be mugwort.

When I was a child, I would put this in my nose when it bled, and the bleeding would stop in no time. I suppose it can stop bleeding.

As the saying goes, we should try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

Lin Ziping is not a medical student; his only knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine comes from what he saw and heard in his childhood, and whether it will be useful is up to fate.

Lin Ziping picked a handful of mugwort, smashed it with a stone, and applied it to Qi San's forehead.

Perhaps it really worked; the bleeding gradually stopped after a short while.

"Find these leaves, smash them, and apply them to the wound," Lin Ziping said to the others.

The others saw with their own eyes that Qi San's wound was not bleeding, and at this point they were more convinced of Lin Ziping's words. They followed Lin Ziping's example and picked a handful of mugwort to apply to the wound.

Gou Sheng was a straightforward person; he tore off a long strip of cloth and wrapped it around Qi San's forehead.

Qi San stood up, clasped his hands in thanks to Lin Ziping, and said, "Thank you, Officer Lin."

Lin Ziping turned slightly to the side: "It's all because you're lucky to be alive."

Seeing that Constable Qi had not yet returned, Lin Ziping pointed to two people and said, "You two go and see if something has happened to Constable Qi?"

"No need, Xiao Lin, I'm back." Constable Qi emerged from the nearby woods. "Everyone's here, let's head back to the county office."