Fang Er briefly explained the events that had transpired and then asked for gold.
Without much thought, Zhang Bo, assuming it was for Cheng Yaojin, produced a chest and handed it to Fang Er.
Fang Er took the chest, opened it, and found forty gold ingots neatly stacked inside, totaling four hundred taels of gold.
Fang Er laboriously carried the chest to the front yard.
Once out of Zhang Bo's sight, he had the system exchange it for points.
Looking at the flashing 4300 points in the system, Fang Er finally felt a sense of security.
Refresh the system's redemption store!
Damn it!
The hardware store had turned back into an agricultural supply store, filled with vegetable seeds, fertilizers, pesticides, and similar items.
But fortunately, it hadn't become a dollar store again, so Fang Er saw a glimmer of hope.
Fang Er casually redeemed some vegetable seeds and continued to refresh.
The agricultural supply store transformed into a small supermarket.
Cigarettes, beer, melon seeds, candies, and such.
After randomly redeeming a few items.
He continued to refresh.
This time, the redemption store had reverted to a dollar store.
However, the merchandise was different from the first time.
Needles and thread, which Fang Er had been looking for, appeared inside.
He quickly exchanged for several boxes of steel needles and large spools of thread.
He continued to refresh.
A clothing store.
Hmm. He casually redeemed a few clothes and then continued to refresh.
This was outrageous. Fang Er had had enough of these layered ancient outfits.
A hardware store.
An agricultural supply store.
They appeared in rotation.
Just as Fang Er was about to explode with anger.
A row of medicines appeared.
Cefalosporin, alcohol, iodine, gauze, ibuprofen.
Amoxicillin, loratadine, Vitamin C, medical tape, masks.
Fang Er was overjoyed.
Damn it, they finally refreshed.
Excluding the masks, Fang Er began to redeem these items in large quantities. These things could save lives.
It was a pity that there was no Yunnan Baiyao. But the wound medicine provided by Cheng Yaojin would likely not be too bad.
Fang Er only stopped when his points dwindled to five hundred.
Looking at the various supplies at *99 in his storage space, Fang Er felt incredibly satisfied.
He took out the necessary items and placed them into the empty chest, which no longer contained gold.
Fang Er then returned to the front yard.
In the bedroom, seeing the needle and thread in Fang Er's hand, Zhuzi's scalp nearly exploded!
Cheng Yaojin, standing nearby, also looked at Fang Er in astonishment.
"I say, little brother, are you going to sew up this wound like a piece of clothing?"
"Yes. Sewing it up will help the wound heal faster."
Zhuzi stared intently at Fang Er, on the verge of tears.
He had endured the searing pain when disinfecting with alcohol, but seeing the needle in Fang Er's hand, he simply couldn't accept it.
"Don't worry, it will be over soon."
Actually, Fang Er felt very uncertain. Could the thread used for sewing clothes be used here?
"Huzi, Dali, hold Zhuzi down so he doesn't move around. Zhuzi, endure it."
Huzi and Dali looked at the glinting steel needle, then at Zhuzi on the bed, and dared not move.
"What are you waiting for? If you don't act, I'll prick you."
Fang Er was getting a bit anxious. The wound was still oozing blood.
Huzi shivered in fear and quickly stepped forward to hold Zhuzi down. Dali also followed and held the other side.
Fang Er, suppressing his discomfort, squeezed Zhuzi's wound together and carefully began to sew it up with the needle.
The wound was sutured in less than three minutes.
But to Fang Er, it felt like a very long time had passed.
After putting down the needle and thread, Fang Er even felt a sense of exhaustion.
He disinfected the wound again with the pre-prepared alcohol, sprinkled Cheng Yaojin's wound medicine evenly, and then bandaged the wound with gauze.
*Hooosh!*
Fang Er exhaled a breath of turbid air. Xiao Qing quickly used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Cheng Yaojin watched from the side, not daring to disturb him. When it was over, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Fang Er's shoulder.
"Little brother, where did you learn this technique? Can doing this really make wounds heal faster?"
Cheng Yaojin stared intently at Fang Er. The technique seemed simple, but if it could truly accelerate wound healing, it would be incredibly important for the army.
It was common for soldiers to suffer external injuries in battle, but due to slow wound healing, their conditions would often worsen, leading to death.
Cheng Yaojin had seen too many such cases over the years. Although he had become numb to it, seeing Fang Er's wound suturing technique stirred a glimmer of hope in his desensitized heart.
"General Cheng, rest assured. My wine is very potent and can kill some of the toxic insects that cause wounds to worsen – those invisible insects that make wounds fester and become infected. After killing the insects, we sew up the wound, and it will heal in at most seven days, or as quickly as three to five days."
Fang Er gave a conservative estimate. Patients in hospitals in his previous life typically healed within three days and were discharged within a week, which was very common. Sterilization and anti-inflammatory measures played a significant role in this.
"Very well, if what you say is true, then I, old Cheng, will petition the Emperor for your commendation."
Cheng Yaojin was very excited.
"Later, later. Come, General Cheng, let's go outside and try the commoner's wine. Does it suit your taste?"
Fang Er repeatedly waved his hands, leading Cheng Yaojin to sit in the courtyard outside.
Frankly, Fang Er was not yet ready to deal with the imperial court.
He wholeheartedly wished to be a contented recluse, with a falcon in his left hand, a falcon in his right, and a group of lackeys behind him. Wasn't that much more pleasant?
Why would he engage in intricate schemes with those shrewd individuals?
Cheng Yaojin was an exception. They had met by chance, and he had helped him resolve a problem. Befriending such a man from the military was acceptable.
Xiao Qing followed them out and poured them wine. She picked up a bowl and handed it to Cheng Yaojin.
"General Cheng, please."
Cheng Yaojin did not stand on ceremony. He picked up the wine bowl, brought it to his nose, and sniffed.
A rich aroma of wine wafted towards him.
He downed the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
Fang Er watched Cheng Yaojin's actions, wanting to speak but hesitating.
As the liquid entered his mouth, a never-before-experienced spiciness filled his entire mouth, like a ball of fire.
Cheng Yaojin's face turned red, his eyes widened. In that moment, he strongly resisted the urge to spit the wine out and swallowed it down.
A line of fire traveled from his mouth, down his throat, and straight into his abdomen.
*Hiss!*
Cheng Yaojin gasped for air.
Feeling as if his stomach was on fire, his entire body became flushed with heat.
"Good wine!"
Seeing Cheng Yaojin's reaction, Fang Er was stunned. He truly hadn't expected Cheng Yaojin, who had never tasted high-proof liquor before, to be able to withstand it.
That bowl of wine was at least two taels!
"General Cheng has a great tolerance for alcohol! Xiao Qing, pour more wine."
Fang Er gave Cheng Yaojin a thumbs-up and then picked up his own wine bowl, taking small sips.
Xiao Qing quickly refilled his bowl.
Cheng Yaojin watched Fang Er's drinking style and realized he had been too hasty. However, he offered no explanation. The wine felt as untamed as a wild horse, but it perfectly matched his fiery personality. He genuinely liked the wine.
He did not gulp it down this time but, like Fang Er, savored it slowly.
The more he tasted, the more delightful it became.