Tang Dynasty: The pot is tied to the duck nest, the little rhinoceros is here!

Seeing this, Little Sizi quickly spurred his short legs and chased after him, shouting, "Brother, wait for me, I want to go too..."

Jiang Fan turned around, scooped the little girl into his arms, and strode outside.

Then came an electric scooter and a children's toy car, with Sizi carrying Jiang Fan.

Li Shimin, accompanied by Zhang Anan, made his way to Qin Qiong's house in a grand procession.

When they arrived at Qin Qiong's house, the servants at the door hurriedly ran inside to announce their arrival.

Since only the imperial palace possesses a divine chariot that can run incredibly fast without horses, this undoubtedly signifies His Majesty's arrival.

Even if the head of the family is seriously ill, the young master still has to represent the head of the family to come out and greet the emperor's carriage.

Qin Huaidao had just received a report from his servants and was preparing to go out to greet the emperor when His Majesty had already entered the house.

Upon seeing this, Qin Huaidao hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Li Shimin, saying, "Your subject Qin Huaidao respectfully welcomes Your Majesty!"

Li Shimin said directly, "No need for formalities. How is your grandfather? Lead the way!"

"Your Majesty, please—"

Without wasting words, Qin Huaidao led the way, taking Li Shimin, Zhang Anan, Xiao Sizi, and Jiang Fan inside.

Upon entering Qin Qiong's room, Jiang Fan smelled a faint fishy odor.

He couldn't help but frown, as if the smell was the stench of a qualitative change caused by the ulceration of skin tissue.

At Qin Qiong's bedside, a beautiful woman covered her face and sobbed until Li Shimin came to her side.

The beautiful woman quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around and bowed to Li Shimin: "This humble woman, Jia, greets Your Majesty!"

Li Shimin slightly raised his hand: "No need for formalities. How is Uncle Bao?"

Upon hearing this, Jia couldn't help but cover her face and sob softly:

"It seems there's no hope of recovery. He hasn't eaten a single grain of rice since yesterday, and today he's unconscious again!"

Li Shimin strode forward, came to the bedside, and looked at the person lying on the bed.

Qin Qiong, who remained unconscious, felt a pang of anxiety: "He was perfectly fine just a few days ago, how could he suddenly be like this?"

Sobbing, Jia shook her head repeatedly, indicating that she didn't know either.

Qin Huaidao then said, "It must be due to a relapse of Grandpa's old illness."

"A relapse of an old illness?"

These four short words caused Li Shimin to feel anxious.

Qin Qiong's numerous injuries and ailments were almost entirely sustained during his service to the founding of the Tang Dynasty.

This was Qin Qiong's medal of honor, but unexpectedly it has now become Qin Qiong's death warrant.

Li Shimin turned to Jiang Fan: "Jiang Fan, come quickly and see if you have any way to cure Shubao?"

Jiang Fan hurried forward to Qin Qiong, and looked at Qin Qiong lying on the bed.

Just by looking at her complexion, you can tell that it has turned an abnormal waxy yellow.

Then Qin Huaidao opened up Qin Qiong's wound, and Jiang Fan saw that there was a festering wound on Qin Qiong's left rib.

The skin around the wound had ulcerated and become infected, emitting a foul stench. Fortunately, the wound was small, and Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

In ancient times, there were no antibiotics. Although Jiang Fan was not a doctor, he knew some historical facts.

Wounds caused by swords, falls, or boils are prone to festering and ulceration once they get covered in dust and dirt.

It can cause infection with heat toxins, and in severe cases, it can lead to systemic deterioration and death. The ancients called it "the ulceration of a wound" or "internal attack of sore toxins."

Jiang Fan turned to look at Qin Huai and said, "Your grandfather's wound is festering, why isn't it being treated?"

Qin Huaidao wiped away his tears and said softly:

"Grandpa wouldn't allow it. He said these old ailments don't need any attention."

He claimed he could still expand the Tang Dynasty's territory and didn't need us to find a doctor to treat him, but he kept delaying and it's come to this!

"You're all so foolish! If this kind of wound isn't treated, it will get infected and fester, which can be fatal at any time. Doesn't your grandfather understand? Don't you understand either?"

Little Sizi chimed in, scolding Qin Huai, "That's right, that's right, your grandpa doesn't understand, and neither do you? It seems you really don't understand... because I don't understand either."

Li Shimin asked worriedly, "Jiang Fan, is there any way to cure Shubao?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "Uncle, don't worry, I'm here. The wound is alright, it's not serious. It's just that it's been left untreated for too long!"

These few words, however, sounded like heavenly music to Qin Huaidao and Madam Jia, especially to Qin Huaidao, who grabbed Jiang Fan's hand:

"If the young master can save my grandfather, my Qin family will erect a longevity tablet for him and worship him for generations to come..."

"No, no, no, I can't accept that. Sizi, take me back first! You all wait here."

"Jiang Fan, don't you need to bring Uncle Bao back with you like Grandpa did?"

"This injury doesn't need to be treated, and it's not easy for him to move this wound," Jiang Fan said slowly.

"Brother, it's me, Meng Jiu." A short while later, the two got into the car and returned to Fengyang Pavilion, then back to the modern world.

Jiang Fan quickly bought the medicine and returned to Qin Qiong's house with Xiao Sizi.

"Step back a little, I need to treat your grandfather's festering wound first!"

She spoke very gently, as if afraid that her breathing might disturb Jiang Fan's treatment of his grandfather.

Li Shimin quickly called out softly to the little girl, "Little girl, come here too, don't disturb your brother!"

Without turning her head, Xiao Sizi said, "I'm helping Guoguo, but I don't want to bother him. Grandpa and Grandma, please don't cause trouble..."

Li Shimin: "..." Why do I feel like I'm being disliked?

Then, while watching the newly downloaded wound treatment video, Jiang Fan put on disposable gloves.

First, rinse the wound with saline solution to wash away the pus and dirt on the surface.

Then, use a sterile cotton swab dipped in iodine solution to disinfect the wound and surrounding skin in a circular motion from the center of the wound outwards.

Jiang Fan could gently wipe away those soft, scabbed pus.

Then he took out mupirocin ointment and applied it to the sore.

Then, he took out gauze, wrapped the wound, and while looking at the information on his phone, he instructed Qin Huaidao:

"You need to keep a close eye on the wound. If pus continues to ooze out..."

"Change the gauze and medication promptly. I'll leave you some oral antibiotics in a bit; take them on time..."

Listening to Jiang Fan rattle off a long list of medical instructions, Qin Huaidao felt like his brain was about to explode.

I know many of the words, but when they are put together, I don't understand them at all.

Not only Qin Huaidao was like this, but Li Shimin and Xiao Sizi were the same.

For example, when Jiang Fan mentioned the antibiotic cephalosporin, Li Shimin found it strange that it was being brought up with a bump on the head.

What's even more outrageous is that Jiang Fan repeatedly emphasized that after taking the medicine, one absolutely must not drink alcohol, and he was particularly serious when giving this advice.

Finally, it was Madam Jia who spoke up, asking, "May I ask, young master, what would you do if you drank alcohol?"

The reason Jia asked this question was because she knew perfectly well that the head of her household was also a lover of wine.