Di Ming

Chapter 12 One Needle

Almost simultaneously, the dogs in the yard started barking anxiously.

It was already late at night, around 9 PM.

When the dog of the Boroli family barked, all the dogs in the entire fence were startled and started barking as well.

The barking of a hundred dogs sounded like an alarm bell.

A tense and uneasy atmosphere suddenly filled the forest.

"problem occurs!"

Zhu Yin and Ning Caiwei's hearts were in their throats. They immediately put on the animal skins, opened the door, and went out.

Upon returning from the hunt, Boroli was found unconscious and being carried into the main house. Toro and his family members were so anxious that they burst into tears.

The two men saw that there was a bloody wound on Boroli's wrist.

Minks are not inherently poisonous. However, they like to eat hibernating venomous snakes during the winter.

If you eat too much of it, your teeth will be covered in toxins.

“Bololi, you’re only forty years old, you absolutely can’t get hurt. Lord Cuohazhan won’t summon you.”

Toro shook her husband, "Wake up! Don't fall asleep! We can't let the nine-headed, eight-armed Yeruli (the Demon King) take you away!"

The eldest son pinched his father's philtrum and pounded his father's chest, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Daughter-in-law Jilan, with disheveled hair and bare feet, knelt beneath the shrine in the west hall, praying for the blessing of Mother Buddha.

"Wow wow wow..."

The startled baby, Zhen Ge, burst into tears.

Ning Qingchen was also startled awake. Although she didn't cry like Zhenge, her face turned pale.

What happened?

Zhen Ge's wailing only made Toro, who was already extremely anxious, even more agitated, and he couldn't help but shout:

"Oh dear! Your crying is as loud as a cicada's!"

Seeing the helpless Jurchen boy, the temperamental mistress became even angrier.

"What are you doing?" she yelled at her second son, Meh. "Standing there like a fool! Your father is about to die!"

"What a useless piece of trash with a penis!"

"Why aren't you going to invite the shaman lady yet!"

"Yes, yes!" Meh was startled and rushed out of the house to the stables to get his horse.

As soon as Meh went out, a large group of Jurchens, all of whom were neighbors, rushed into the courtyard.

"Beroly! What's wrong with you?!"

"You are our village's Baturu, our hunter leader, you can't fall, Boroli!"

"Did you invite the shaman wife? What bad timing, so late at night!"

"Oh dear! The shaman's wife lives across several mountains; it's too late for her to make it in the middle of the night!"

"Chasing sables at night? Alas, Boroli has been driven mad by Mukunda's (clan chief's) order to offer sables, and he goes out to catch sables every night."

"There's no way around it, it's his turn to offer a sable fur this time. Mukunda also has to offer a sable fur to the city lord, who can escape it?"

The crowd discussed the matter animatedly, but they couldn't wake the unconscious Boroli. It was clear that Boroli was about to die.

The elderly clan chief shook his head and said, "Toro, I'm afraid your man is not going to make it. The shaman's wife won't make it in time!"

Toro could no longer hold back his tears and cried out, "My God, poor Boroli! You heartless bastard, how could you leave me like this!"

The eldest son also wept bitterly.

A group of Jurchen people looked somber and sighed repeatedly.

It would take the shaman's wife at least half an hour to get here, which is simply too late.

Moreover, Boroli's nightly hunting of sables may have offended the god of hunting, and even a shaman might not be able to save him.

Taking advantage of the crowd and the fact that no one was paying attention, Ning Caiwei picked up Ning Qingchen from the cradle.

Ning Qingchen immediately drew a few words on her hand with difficulty.

It's the name of the medicine.

Ning Qingchen knew that the patient was suffering from both poisoning and an acute bacterial infection.

He is now in shock.

The best course of action is, of course, to immediately inject antitoxin serum and take oral antibacterial and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Upon learning the name of the medicine, Ning Caiwei immediately returned to the east wing with Zhu Yin and opened the medicine box.

Antitoxin, syringes, and antibacterial drugs were found.

But who will give the injection?
Ning Qingchen was too young; he could only be guided by drawing words.

Ning Caiwei does not administer injections.

“I’ll do it!” Zhu Yin said. “We’ve been trained in injections, mainly to inject ourselves with medication when necessary.”

Zhu Yin opened the medicine box somewhat clumsily and administered the medication using a disposable syringe. Although he wasn't very skilled, he did appear to have some training.

Ning Caiwei was a little nervous. "What if, what if the injection doesn't work, or the patient dies?"

She is the head of a conglomerate and always considers the negative consequences before doing anything.

Zhu Yin said, "Don't worry about that. I had a comrade who was poisoned and was given an emergency injection of antitoxin serum. Berroli is clearly a sign of poisoning, and your sister also said that injecting antitoxin serum would definitely be effective."

Ning Caiwei was still a little hesitant, "We came from another time, are you sure these medicines haven't spoiled?"

"What would happen if the medicine had already spoiled and was injected into a patient?"

"And another thing is, if it works quickly, won't these Jurchens be envious of our miraculous medicine, and then..."

Zhu Yin admitted that Ning Caiwei had considered many things, and they were all very realistic.

Her concerns are not unreasonable.

Getting this injection is a gamble.

Zhu Yin was inclined to use injections to save lives.

His upbringing and work experience have long made him accustomed to taking risks and gambling with fate.

Many things in this world require taking risks.

However, Zhu Yin did not insist on his opinion, after all, it concerned the fate of three people.

He countered Ning Caiwei's question with, "Then, Ms. Ning, tell me, should we fight or not?"

After he finished speaking, he waited for Ning Caiwei's reply.

He will only administer the injection on behalf of the three if there is a consensus and no disagreement.

Ning Caiwei closed her eyes, a fierce internal struggle raging within her.

She opened her eyes very quickly.

"Go ahead and fight, saving lives is the priority. Otherwise, I won't be able to live with myself."

"If they covet our medicine, we can just send them the medicine to save their lives."

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Zhu Yin felt relieved.

He smiled at Ning Caiwei, a warm and relieved smile.

He reached out and wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, saying, "You're sweating just from making this decision."

After saying that, he took the medicine and went out.

Ning Caiwei quickly followed.

"Toroama!" Zhu Yin's voice made everyone turn around. "Since the shaman lady can't arrive in time, I want to try and see if I can wake up Uncle Boroli."

"What?!" Toro looked up in disbelief, his face streaked with tears. "Niu Niu, can you really save him?"

Zhu Yin held up the syringe. "This is a medicine that our Han people obtained from overseas. It's effective against poisoning. One injection might wake Uncle up."

"However, I can't guarantee that I can save Uncle Boroli; it all depends on whether Toroa believes me..."

"I believe! I believe!" Toro looked at the exquisite syringe in Zhu Yin's hand as if he had grasped a lifeline. "I know that the Han people use needles to treat diseases. You should try it!"

Zhu Yin was too lazy to explain that it was a syringe, not a silver needle.

He immediately squatted down, located Boroli's vein, disinfected it with a cotton ball, and clumsily inserted the needle to inject the medication.

For doctors and nurses, this is a very simple action, but Zhu Yin's forehead was already sweating.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and they were also very interested in the syringe.

"Are these Han Chinese silver needles? They're amazing! What are they made of?"

“I’ve seen Han Chinese silver needles in the city, but they don’t seem to be like this…”

Ning Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhu Yin's entire procedure of giving the injection.

Fortunately, although the man was quite inexperienced, he didn't have any major problems with the procedure, and the injection was successful.

After Zhu Yin finished his injection, he deliberately gave a wry smile:

"This is the only injection we have left. If Uncle Boroli doesn't wake up, there's nothing I can do."

At this moment, everyone in the room stared at the patient, hoping he would miraculously open his eyes.

Zhu Yin said hesitantly, "Even if it works, it won't be that fast. It will take at least half an incense stick's time."

Ning Caiwei, who was following behind him, was even more nervous than Zhu Yin at this moment.

Time passed slowly, and just as everyone's breathing became more and more rapid, suddenly Boroli groaned in pain and opened his eyes.

"Broly, you're awake! You scared me to death, boohoo!"

Toro hugged her husband and cried bitterly.

"Father!" The eldest son cried with joy, "You're awake!"

He's really awake? Everyone was both surprised and delighted, and they couldn't help but look at Zhu Yin.

All eyes instantly turned to Zhu Yin...

P.S.: I was too busy today, that's all for now. Sorry! Thank you!
(End of this chapter)