Chapter 1081 Painful Enough to Twitch

"The little one is carrying it on his back." Si'an patted the baggage on his back and told Qin Sanlang what Gu Jinli had told him.

After hearing this, Qin Sanlang led Si'an out of the stronghold, pointed at the injured soldiers lying or prone and said: "Zhang Zhong, untie all their bandaged wounds and let them apply this new concoction on them." Then bandage it."

To be honest, the wounded soldiers had a little pain on their faces when they heard this.

Sir, we finally endured the pain and bandaged the wound, but you want us to untie it and bandage it again. Do you think it hurts us enough?

But Qin Sanlang's reputation for toughness resounded throughout the entire Fucheng garrison camp. These soldiers had done winter training, summer training, and night training with him. They both admired and feared him. They didn't dare to resist at all. They all endured the pain obediently. Unwrap the bandaged cloth and wait for the alcohol to be applied.

Si'an happily took out the alcohol and gave it to Zhang Zhong and the others, explaining: "This thing is very precious. We don't make much, so you don't need to pour too much. Just absorb the alcohol with cotton cloth and wipe the wound. "

But even so, when the cotton cloth soaked in alcohol was wiped on the wounds, the injured soldiers still screamed in pain.

Qin Sanlang said coldly: "What's your name? Are you girls? You guys can't even bear this little pain, you losers."

Injured soldiers: "..."

They are trash, they admit it, it hurts so much, what on earth is this?

Some soldiers asked this question despite Qin Sanlang's terrifying pressure.

Si'an said: "It is a new medicine. After applying this concoction, it can reduce the inflammation and ulceration of the wound, so that you will not get high fever due to the injury."

After hearing this, the soldiers were quite satisfied.

If this concoction really has this effect, then it doesn't matter if they feel pain for a while. People who suffer from sword injuries are most likely to develop high fever. Once high fever occurs, people may not be able to survive.

"Master, my little boss also brought you other gold-creating medicines." Si'an said to Qin Sanlang.

Qin Sanlang: "Give it to the brothers who are seriously injured. For those with minor injuries, use alcohol first and wait until tomorrow. If someone's wound is inflamed, use gold wound medicine."

The alcohol has just been made. They don't know whether it is useful or how useful it is. They will try it first to see the effect. Anyway, if you try it for a day with minor injuries, you won't die.

"Hey." Si'an responded, taking the golden medicine to Zhang Zhong, and the two of them distributed it to the more seriously injured soldiers.

Si'an and Zhang Zhong were very aware of Qin Sanlang's thoughts. When they distributed the golden medicine to the soldiers, they did not forget to say: "This is sent by the unmarried daughter-in-law of Qin Baihu."

After hearing this, the soldiers naturally praised Qin Sanlang all the time. They praised Qin Sanlang very happily, with a smile on their faces... That smile scared away many people.

When Zhong Yu came out of the house, he saw Qin Sanlang leaning on a tree trunk, holding a box of grilled fish in his hand, eating and listening to the compliments of the soldiers.

Zhong Yu was sore, and secretly took a sip, thinking in his heart: If you are so embarrassed, forget it, isn't it just an appointment? What's so great about it, worthy of showing off everywhere like this?

He, Zhong Yu, wanted to make contributions to Da Chu first, so he didn't get married. Otherwise, let alone getting married, he would have even given birth to a child.

Wait, after returning to the camp, he will write a letter to his family and ask his family to make a decision about the marriage. He will definitely get married and have a baby before Qin Sanlang. When the time comes, he will compare sons with him!

Qin Sanlang noticed Zhong Yu's gaze, but he didn't even give him a look. He just slowly ate the grilled fish. The elegant way he ate made Zhong Yu feel sour in his heart.

A poor man who fled from famine, how can you pretend to be a nobleman? No matter how much you pretend to be a son of a nobleman, are you really a nobleman?

In the entire Fucheng garrison camp, the one with the best background is Zhong Yu. He is the noble son from a famous family.

"General Banner, your hand is injured. Try this new concoction. I heard that after applying it, the wound will not fester and become inflamed. I secretly got it from Zhang Zhong and will send it back to him later." , do you want to try it?" The person who spoke was Liu Tong, a soldier under Zhong Yu's banner. Seeing that Zhong Yu's arm was injured, he brought alcohol over to give it to Zhong Yu, hoping to flatter him.

Zhong Yu was very familiar with Liu Tong, and he usually didn't look down on such flatterers, but after hearing that this new concoction was so effective, he wanted to give it a try.

Zhong Yu stretched out his arm and said slightly arrogantly: "Apply it to me."

After hearing this, Liu Tong smiled happily and tidied his wounds happily, then rolled the cotton cloth into strips and put it into the alcohol pot to soak the cotton cloth with alcohol.

"You're so slow. This thing smells like alcohol. I think it can be used like spirits. Just pour it." Zhong Yu glanced at Qin Sanlang, fearing that the poor guy would look at him and if he let If he sees himself using the concoction sent by his family, he will definitely look down on him even more.

Zhong Yu is a shameless person. He just did something wrong and was beaten by Qin Sanlang because he didn't want to be looked down upon by Qin Sanlang again.

Liu Tong frowned and said in embarrassment: "General Qi, this stuff hurts a little when applied to the wound. You'd better just rub it on. You won't be able to bear it directly."

When Zhong Yu heard this, his face turned cold. He felt that he had been underestimated. He grabbed the alcohol bottle and poured all the alcohol on the wound on his arm with a splash.

Then, he...

"ah--!"

A shrill scream broke through the sky. Zhong Yu shook his arm violently in pain and kept spinning in circles. His face turned white with pain and he almost died from the pain on the spot.

Qin Sanlang held his grilled fish and walked from a short distance away. After taking a look at Zhong Yu who was twitching in pain, he said: "Five hundred taels, compensation."

Zhong Yu was not stupid, so he understood clearly. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his arm, raised his head and glared at Qin Sanlang: "A bottle of painful medicine costs five hundred taels. You are more ruthless than a bandit!"

Qin Sanlang's eyes were slightly cold: "The time and energy required to make a new medicine are unimaginable for people like you. The pot of alcohol you poured out could have saved at least a hundred soldiers in the northwest where there is a shortage of medicine. Lives. Do you think the lives of a hundred soldiers are not worth five hundred taels of silver? Or do you think my wife’s medicine is not worth this price?"

In the second half of the sentence, his voice already had a murderous tone, and Zhong Yu felt a chill in his body. If he dared to say that the new medicine made by Qin Sanlang's wife was not valuable, he would probably be stabbed again by Qin Sanlang.

But if he said that the lives of a hundred soldiers were not worth five hundred taels, he would lose people's hearts. Not to mention the people in the camp, even the soldiers under his banner would complain about him.

He is indeed a sinister thief, and everything he says is a trap!

Zhong Yu had no choice but to give money, but he took out a thousand-tael silver note and wanted to throw it to Qin Sanlang, but as soon as he raised his arm and before the banknote was thrown out, he saw a white light in Qin Sanlang's sleeve. In a flash... it was the short sword hidden in Qin Sanlang's sleeve!

Zhong Yu was horrified and took back his throwing gesture. Holding back his anger, he handed the banknote to Qin Sanlang.

Qin Sanlang glanced at the banknote, did not take it, and said: "Both hands."

Haven't your parents taught you anything at home? Don't you understand this bit of etiquette?