Chapter 32: Handling it Himself

Now that they had money in hand, they didn’t have to worry about not having money to see a doctor. Qi Wanfeng meant to take him to Fenshui Town to find the best doctor to see him. Cao Xiangnan thought about it and also wanted to heal the injury on his leg as soon as possible, so he agreed.

But it was a bit late today, and they hadn’t planned it in advance, so there wasn’t enough time. The two discussed it, and it wouldn’t make much difference to do it tomorrow. They decided to wake up earlier tomorrow and take the bullock cart to Fenshui Town. That way, there would be more time. In his previous life, he had been abandoned by his parents since he was a child, and he lived with a grandmother. Those days weren’t easy either. He had been sick, had colds, and had broken arms and legs. He had learned to grow up alone. At that time, there was a lame doctor in the village, and that lame doctor could handle these small problems for him.

But coming from a modern person, he still had the most basic requirements for medical and health issues.

Looking at the leg wrapped up and still exuding an unpleasant medicinal smell, Cao Xiangnan remembered a problem. He said, “Wanfeng, boil some water, boiling water. First, wash the wooden basin and face towel with boiling water, then pour the water into the basin, put some salt in it, and then bring it over to me.”

“Oh, okay.” Qi Wanfeng didn’t understand why her husband was asking him to do this, but he didn’t ask anything and did it anyway.

An’an was playing alone in the yard. Here, he didn’t have to be bullied by his older and younger brothers and be afraid to go out to play, and he didn’t have to be afraid of his amo scolding him and being timid. Children were sensitive little animals. He was given a sense of security here, so he played alone on his own territory, and could play very well alone.

Qi Wanfeng came out and saw that his An’an was playing very well alone, so he went to do his thing with peace of mind.

He went to the kitchen, boiled water, washed the wooden basin and face towel with boiling water, and then poured the boiling water into the wooden basin. He didn’t know how much salt to put, so he didn’t put salt in it. He took the small bag of salt that Bailian had sent over and brought it in. He put the wooden basin in front of the bed, saying, “I don’t know how much salt to put, so I brought all the salt over.”

“Give me the salt.” Taking the salt from Wanfeng’s hand, pouring the salt out into his hand, looking at the slightly yellow salt in his hand, Cao Xiangnan lowered his head and licked it. This coarse salt had a bit of a bitter taste, knowing that the salt wasn’t refined enough. No wonder even stir-frying dishes had a kind of bitter taste.

He poured a little into the water, and gave the rest back to Qi Wanfeng.

Cao Xiangnan then remembered that this salt didn’t seem cheap either, and it was all government salt, which meant that only the government could sell salt. The best white rice cost five wen (copper coins) per jin (unit of weight), and the slightly worse cost three wen, but the price of the worst salt here was equal to the price of the best jin of white rice.

“Wanfeng, go find a few pieces of wood, three or four pieces will do. They should be this long and this wide.” He compared the width and length of the wood.

Before long, Qi Wanfeng came back with the wood he wanted in his hands.

“Wanfeng, help me untie the bandage.” Cao Xiangnan instructed Qi Wanfeng to help him. He untied the bandage on his leg, and washed the wound with salt water. Some places of the covered wound had already festered. It was probably that the wound was infected that caused the original owner of this body to have a high fever and die.

He suspected that the bone was a bit dislocated, otherwise it wouldn’t have swelled like this. This was really a hassle. If it were in modern times, a trip to the hospital would be able to handle this small problem, but now it was indeed a big problem.

He asked Sun, the old doctor, to come over and get some anti-inflammatory and swelling-reducing herbs to apply to the wound. He re-tied it with a disinfected bandage, and fixed it with wooden boards. At least he didn’t have to worry about his wound having any more problems because of bacterial infections.

Sun, the old doctor who was invited over, saw Cao Silang’s approach. After hearing his explanation, he also啧啧 praised, feeling that this method was very good. Although he didn’t understand what bacterial infection was, he knew that this could avoid letting the wound fester and get infected. That was enough.

“Don’t ask me why I know how to do this. One day I’ll tell you everything, okay?” Facing Qi Wanfeng’s puzzled eyes, Cao Xiangnan smiled, saying.

He knew that the time hadn’t come yet, but one day he would tell his Wanfeng that he was Cao Xiangnan, just not the former Cao Xiangnan. But before that, he hoped that Cao Wanfeng would like him as he liked him.

“Okay.” Qi Wanfeng didn’t understand the smile on his husband’s face, but this was his husband. No matter what, he trusted him.