Song Yi

Chapter 79 Outbreak
It was late at night, the street shops had already been closed, and there were no street lights in the ancient small towns, only the lights of the houses facing the street illuminated, and the situation on the road could be seen clearly.

The three of them came to Jishitang step by step, and before entering the room, they heard the voice of Zhou Kuai from inside:
"The thieves don't want to be rampant...! Let the arrows go! Let the arrows go...! Mother, have you eaten yet?... Erniu, my sow gave birth to a litter, let's go and see..."

Du Wenhao's heart sank. Hearing the incoherent words, he was obviously in a state of confusion. As I said foolishly just now, the arrester this week was Yan Miaoshou's trauma debridement. If the trauma infection caused delirium, then The consequences can be serious.

Pushing the door open, I saw that the lobby of Jishi Hall was full of people, Butou Lei and Deputy Butou Long, and several other police officers standing around. The old father, daughter-in-law, and children have been crying into tears.

Qian Bushou stood there with his hands behind his back, with a dignified expression, and an empty pot for medicine was placed at his feet.Apparently, Detective Zhou had been given decoction, but it didn't work.

Seeing Du Wenhao push the door open, he was overjoyed and greeted him, cupping his hands and saying, "Master is here! Detective Zhou is in critical condition, and you are specially invited for consultation."

Du Wenhao had already heard Yan Miaoshou's words at the door, so he gave him a sideways glance, and without saying much, he knelt down and looked at the expression of Detective Zhou.

Seeing him stunned and delirium, his body hot as coals, and the wound on his thigh that was smashed by a mace was dark red around the wound, which looked like erysipelas, and his heart sank.

Du Wenhao took his outpatient kit, took out a pair of long-sleeved deerskin gloves, put them on, and then carefully touched the wound.

You can feel the scorching heat through the deerskin gloves. The wound is covered with large blisters, some of which have ruptured, and light brown slurry flows out, which has a pungent stench. Most of the wound muscle tissue has rotted into black purple. The road is light yellow, and when you press the wound lightly, you can hear a subtle crepitation like twisting hair strands.

After adding force, there will be dirty pus mixed with air bubbles overflowing.

Du Wenhao grabbed the hands of Zhou Kuai, who were dancing in the air, pressed them down, and took the pulse with concentration. He found that the pulse was fast and slippery. He pinched his mouth open and said that when he was talking nonsense, he checked his tongue coating. crimson.My heart sank again.

Du Wenhao stood up, glanced at the arresters in the field, and asked in a deep voice:
"Are any of you injured?"

The old man Zhou, Zhou's wife, Mrs. Wu, and the other officers who helped to carry them looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Has anyone touched the wound or the wound dirt from the clothes?"

Everyone shook their heads again.

Only then did Du Wenhao let out a sigh of relief, and told him not to touch Zhou Kuai's wound.

Only then did Yan Miaoshou apologize and said with a smile:

"Reporting to Master Zu, I touched his wound when I healed Detective Zhou in the morning."

Du Wenhao stared at him and said coldly:
"Where are the knives you use to treat wounds? Are you strictly disinfecting them after use?"

"It's gone, of course it's gone, strictly according to the master's request."

Du Wenhao asked Detective Zhou's wife, Mrs. Su, "Sister-in-law, did Brother Liu feel uncomfortable before he came to Jishitang for a follow-up visit this morning?"

Su wept and said: "Last night he said that the wound was swollen and painful, like a fire, and he groaned in pain all night, so he came back for a follow-up visit in the morning."

Du Wenhao asked Hantou: "When Detective Zhou treated the wound in the morning, how was the wound? Did there appear any blisters?"

Hantou hurriedly bowed and said: "Master, when Detective Zhou came this morning, the wound was not so severe, but the wound was dark red around, and there were small blisters, and light brown slurry flowed out after the puncture, which was very smelly. Detective Zhou quickly Said the wound hurt like a fire."

"Did you check his pulse and tongue?"

"Senior brother read it. It seems that there is no pulse and tongue inspection."

Du Wenhao looked at Yan Miao's hands, and said coldly, "Do you know what kind of illness Zhou Zhou is suffering from?"

Yan Miao shook her head with her hand: "I don't know about my disciples and grandchildren."

"Let me tell you, Zhou Kuai's injury is called 'gas gangrene', also known as 'rotten boil'. It is caused by unclean wound treatment, poisonous gas infection, damp heat and fire poison inside, the poison gathers on the skin, qi and blood stagnation, heat It is made of rotten meat, the righteousness cannot overcome the evil, the poison and evil are dispersed, and cannot be leaked out, attack the viscera from the inside, the poison is pervasive, and the poison dissipates and turns yellow to form a dangerous disease!

The disease is ferocious and usually occurs within three days of wound infection.

According to what Hantou said, when Police Zhou called you for a follow-up visit in the morning, he was already sick, which means that the wound was infected before I taught you how to treat the wound. "

(End of this chapter)