The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 291 - 187

The twisted ankle problem was solved, but these two unlucky brothers, there’s still one with an ulcer.

Chun Nuan also helped take a look.

"At first, it was only the size of a soybean, it felt a bit sore, so I scratched it, and it broke. The next day it became the size of a thumb..."

"How many days has it been?"

"From the day the ulcer started to now, it’s been five days."

Chun Nuan asked him to roll up his pants to take a look.

His brother rushed to help but the result was his screams rang out, cold sweat poured from his forehead.

"Stop rolling up, can’t roll up anymore, it’s too painful."

"Get a dagger to cut open the hem."

Chun Nuan saw that his thigh had already made the pants tight, they couldn’t be rolled up at all.

She even considered having him take them off, but in the cold of winter, taking them off would freeze him badly.

Besides, Zhao Minghua had opinions about just looking at a foot, let alone looking at a man’s thigh; wouldn’t he spill the vinegar?

To avoid trouble, cutting the pants open would be best.

"Cut it open and it can’t be sewn back up?"

The soldier was very worried.

"What do you think is more important, your pants or your leg?"

Got him laughing out of frustration.

Why do some people can’t grasp the main point?

"I..."

The soldier eventually took out the dagger, but didn’t know how to cut, or maybe, he was really afraid of cutting his own thigh.

"Come, hold his pants a bit." Chun Nuan took the knife, slid it down the seam of the pants, and after making a cut, asked Zhao Minghua to rip it apart.

Zhao Minghua didn’t hold back, grabbed both sides and ripped... all the way to the waistband.

Chun Nuan... the force used was indeed a bit much.

But the effect was also good, directly revealing the red and swollen thigh.

Now it’s not thumb-sized, but egg-sized, and it’s oozing yellow liquid, spreading up and down the thigh, clearly two red streaks running along.

"You’re truly a tough guy."

Like complimenting him, but actually wanting to scold internally.

Foolish, don’t you want your life?

This is a boil.

It’s become like this and still walking so much, the more you move, the more it’ll spread, then the whole leg will swell.

"I originally thought it was just a small sore, paid no attention, who knew it’d become like this in just five days."

Don’t see, don’t know. Once you look, you’re shocked.

"Doctor, will my leg be useless?"

"It will be if left untreated." Chun Nuan looked and shook her head: "Let’s go, head to the town together to find a doctor for medicine treatment."

She has the experience and way to handle it, but without pen and paper, they can only find a doctor.

In the end, having him sit in the front with Qingsheng driving the carriage, the one whose twisted ankle healed rode a horse.

"His leg’s pants..."

Torn open, Qingsheng did a good deed and found a rope for him to tie it up.

In the cold winter, that wind drilled straight inside.

Chun Nuan’s compassion overflowed.

"You." Zhao Minghua had no choice, tossed the fur cushion from his seat to Qingsheng: "Cover him with it."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you."

The soldier was extremely grateful.

Indeed met good people.

"Once your legs are healed, will you still join the army?"

Qingsheng probed for information

"Probably won’t be able to." The soldier said, "We can go back, but it’s a long journey, and we’re penniless."

"So what are you planning to do?"

"Take it one step at a time." The soldier sighed: "Little bro, really envy you, having such a master."

Qingsheng raised an eyebrow, of course, their master is peculiar, but when it’s time to scold, he scolds, yells when needed, but really good when he’s good. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

With a good master, no need to worry about eating wind and sleeping outdoors anymore.

"Little bro, does your employer need any workers? My brother and I only ask for food to eat, just not starve to death."

What’s going on, want to steal his job?

Or does the master just save them and can’t shake them off?

This is bringing trouble for the master?

"Aren’t you deserters?"

"No, we count as wounded soldiers, wounded soldiers can return to their original hometown."

The soldier even produced a travel permit, with signed and sealed records.

"Then why don’t you return to your hometown?"

"There’s no one at home anymore, my brother and I depend on each other, three years ago a big fire burned down our three thatched houses, so we thought joining the army could solve food and accommodation problems, as soon as there was recruitment, we brothers signed up. Who’d know we’d encounter such unlucky events?"

Setting out before achieving success, wounded even before having the chance to go to battle.

The brothers first plan to heal the injuries and ulcers, then find a way to make a living.