My Days as a God in Ancient Times
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Lan An twisted his wrist skillfully, breaking free. "Just a minor wound, no need to fuss!"
"A minor wound? No need to fuss?" Chu Qiuze was a bit upset. How could someone be so careless with themselves? "A minor wound that's bleeding this much? When did you get hurt?"
Lan An was puzzled. He couldn't understand the concern and distress in this idol's eyes. They had barely known each other for an hour.
Chu Qiuze didn’t wait for an answer. He directly reached out and unwrapped Lan An’s wristband, revealing the blood-stained gauze underneath.
His brows furrowed tightly as he urgently asked, "Xiao En, can you stay here and watch over him for me? I’ll go get some medicine and bandages"
"Sure, I guess, since he's injured" Xiao En replied and suddenly appeared from within Chu Qiuze’s mind.
The crowd gasped again.
"Ahem, everyone, please don’t panic" Chu Qiuze, never forgetting his role as a celestial being, reassured them. "This is my spirit pet. I have matters to attend to, and he will watch over here for me."
Xiao En: "???" What? Spirit pet?
Chu Qiuze softly muttered an apology before turning to Lan An, speaking gently. "My lord, wait for me here. I’ll head back... to the celestial realm to get some medicine."
With that, he turned away, mumbling a dramatic incantation as he teleported back to his villa.
Lan An, having trained in martial arts and possessing sharp hearing, heard everything clearly. "???" Save the world??? Who would dare to utter such grandiose words?
Chu Qiuze's family was in the pharmaceutical industry, so their home naturally had plenty of emergency medical supplies. Worried that the handsome lord’s wound might be infected, he also grabbed antibiotics and other medications.
Within moments, he packed everything and hurried back.
"Find a clean place. I’ll help you treat the wound" Chu Qiuze said, pulling Lan An along without allowing any objections.
"If you don’t treat this properly, be prepared to become a one-armed hero."
To Lan An, a man shouldn’t shed tears over injuries. On the battlefield, wounds and bleeding were as common as meals. For him, a minor wound like this would heal naturally in two months.
Even his subordinates never showed such concern.
For a moment, Lan An had a different impression of Chu Qiuze. Regardless of his background, he clearly had a soft heart.
"Let’s go!" Lan An allowed himself to be led by the wrist, guiding them back to the county office where they were temporarily staying.
However, entering the building posed a challenge.
Chu Qiuze’s modified automatic wheelchair was smooth on the cobblestone roads of this ancient setting, but it couldn’t climb stairs.
For the first time, Lan An’s eyes showed a hint of amusement. He called over two officers to carry Chu Qiuze inside, wheelchair and all.
Even Chu Qiuze, thick-skinned as he was, felt a bit embarrassed. Flustered, he snapped at Lan An, "What are you laughing at? Laugh again, and I won’t treat your arm. If your arm is crippled and my legs are paralyzed, we’d actually make a perfect pair."
Perfect pair?
Caught off guard, Lan An’s ears turned red. Did this idol treat everyone so unseriously?
"What are you standing there for?" Chu Qiuze tugged Lan An over to a table and made him sit. "Take off your clothes."
Lan An: "???"
Chu Qiuze, however, saw nothing wrong with his words and urged, "Hurry up. If you don’t take off your clothes, how am I supposed to check your wound?"
“Phew!” Lan An let out a long breath, chastising himself for letting his mind wander earlier.
He bent down, pulled a short knife from his boot, and swiftly sliced off his sleeve. "The injury is only here."
Chu Qiuze raised a brow. Slicing off a sleeve just like that, was he trying to hint at something?
However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by the sight of the arm wrapped entirely in blood-soaked gauze.
Initially, he thought the blood was from a small wound on the forearm, but now he realized the entire arm was covered in gauze, almost like a mummy.
The bandages seemed to have been on for at least two or three days. Chu Qiuze didn’t dare to tear them off, fearing he might reopen the wound. Instead, he carefully used a small pair of scissors to cut them away bit by bit.
Lan An watched Chu Qiuze’s meticulous movements and suddenly felt an inexplicable sensation. It was hard to describe, but a kind of ticklish feeling in his heart.
“Hiss!” Chu Qiuze sucked in a breath as he uncovered the wound.
The wound stretched directly from the biceps to the forearm, at least 30 centimeters long. The edges were red and swollen, showing signs of inflammation, making it a ghastly sight.
Chu Qiuze leaned in and sniffed lightly, detecting a medicinal scent. “How long has this wound been like this? What medicine have you been using?”
“Got it half a month ago. Used the imperial-bestowed golden wound salve” Lan An replied, keeping a stiff expression.
His demeanor seemed to suggest that the injury wasn’t his own.
Chu Qiuze rolled his eyes. Golden wound salve is golden wound salve, why the need to add "imperial-bestowed"?
But he had to admit, the golden wound salve had some effect. With such a severe injury in this scorching weather, the fact that it hadn’t festered in half a month was impressive.
However, the healing process was way too slow.
Chu Qiuze took out alcohol and iodine, preparing to clean the wound. “Brace yourself; this might hurt a bit”
Hurt?
That word didn’t exist in Lan An’s dictionary. He eyed the transparent liquid Chu Qiuze brought out, his sharp sense of smell picking up something. “Alcohol?”
It had a somewhat pungent odor.
“Close enough! This is alcohol, used for disinfection” Chu Qiuze explained further, fearing he might not understand.
“There are many microorganisms invisible to the naked eye on the wound’s surface. They can cause redness, swelling, or even festering. If not treated promptly, it could get severe enough to require amputation.”
Lan An nodded, already thinking about how to spread this knowledge in the barracks in the future. It might save many soldiers’ lives.
Chu Qiuze continued explaining, “I’ll stitch your wound first, then apply medicine and bandage it. However, I don’t have anesthesia, so stitching will be very, very painful.”
Alright! Lan An could see it clearly now: this guy not only had a soft heart but also seemed terrified of pain. Just stitching, how painful could it really be?
But his focus wasn’t on the pain; it was on the act of stitching the wound.
For common injuries like cuts and lacerations, the usual treatment was to apply medicine, wrap it in gauze, and change it every few days. For severe cases, taking medicinal decoctions and resting would usually suffice.
Stitching a wound was unheard of, but to someone like Lan An, who was entirely unversed in medical knowledge, it sounded extremely reasonable.
It was akin to mending a torn piece of clothing—stitching it back together allowed it to be worn again.
“Are you a physician?” Lan An asked, noticing Chu Qiuze’s slightly trembling hands while stitching, trying to divert his attention.
Chu Qiuze had studied first aid for external injuries, but this was indeed his first time stitching a wound. The trembling hands were inevitable.
And honestly, he was a bit embarrassed about the result. Even he felt the stitches looked terribly ugly.
Once the wound healed, it would leave behind a big, centipede-like scar, ruining the flawless muscle texture.
“Ahem, I’m not a physician. My brother and mother are” Chu Qiuze replied, pausing to glance at Lan An, maintaining his usual calm and indifferent expression.
He then whistled cheekily, teasing, “Back then, Guan Yu* scraped his bone to treat poison. Now, we have a prince stoically enduring wound stitching without flinching.”
Lan An tugged the corner of his mouth, unsure how to respond. This mosquito-bite-like sensation, could it really be called pain?
Although the stitches were ugly, the process went smoothly. At least the bleeding had stopped.
After re-bandaging the wound, Chu Qiuze mischievously tied it with a neat bow. “Don’t let the wound get wet, and avoid using this arm for now. Come to me every three days to change the dressing. The stitches can be removed in about half a month.”
After finishing, he took out two boxes of medicine. Considering that ancient people hadn’t taken modern medicine before, he halved the dosage. “One is an anti-inflammatory, the other is a painkiller. Take them twice a day, one pill each time, after meals.”
This medical advice was practically textbook-worthy.
But Lan An didn’t take the medicine right away. He furrowed his brow, seemingly deep in thought.
“What? Afraid I’ve poisoned it?” Chu Qiuze grumbled unhappily.
“We immortals never stoop to such petty tricks, and I have no grudge against you. Why would I harm you?”
“Not at all. I’m just afraid the medicine is too precious,” Lan An said, taking the pills and swallowing them on the spot.
They didn’t taste like much, but they did feel a bit scratchy going down.
Chu Qiuze: “...Are you the type to say no with your mouth but be very honest with your actions?”
Here it came again. Despite knowing each other for less than half a day, Lan An had already felt teased by this "male god" no less than three times.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to change the subject once more. "I was just wondering... if I could ask for guidance on handling external injuries. Or perhaps you could teach a few doctors for me, I’ll compensate you for it."
Chu Qiuze raised an eyebrow. "I don’t need money. I can teach anyone, but first, you need to call me 'male god.'"
Fine, the feeling of being teased had come full circle again.
Lan An thought about the countless commoners and the many soldiers who had lost their lives due to untreated wounds. In the end, he relented.
"Male god"
His tone was steady and emotionless, showing no hint of fluctuation.
"Pfft...!"
Chu Qiuze couldn’t hold back his laughter. This person was just too funny."Hahaha, you’re so adorable. Hahaha! You always keep such a stern face and look so fierce, but I didn’t expect...hahaha... you to be this obedient in private."
Lan An turned around, hiding his reddened ears. He had known all along that the term "male god" definitely wasn’t as simple as it sounded.
After laughing to his heart’s content, Chu Qiuze, out of breath, said, "Alright, I’ll let you off the hook. Let’s properly introduce ourselves. I’m Chu Qiuze. Just call me Qiuze"
Even calling him 'Qiuze' felt intimate enough. Taking it slow, like boiling a frog in warm water*, Chu Qiuze thought to himself.
Lan An, however, wasn’t going to fall for it again. With an impassive expression, he simply addressed him as "Young Master Chu"
Chu Qiuze pursed his lips but ultimately let it go. He then began earnestly explaining concepts like disinfection, bacterial infections, first aid for external injuries, emergency bandaging, and even cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) in cases of sudden cardiac arrest.
At first, Lan An just listened, but soon he took out pen and paper, meticulously recording every word.
These were concepts almost every modern person understood, but for someone like Lan An, a man of the ancient world, they seemed both bizarre and entirely logical.
For instance, it had never occurred to them that a stopped heartbeat could still have a chance of recovery.
Lan An listened, his blood boiling with enthusiasm, eager to spread these teachings across the entire nation.
Chu Qiuze glanced at Lan An mid-explanation and noticed the gratitude value above his head.
"999,999!!!"
Chu Qiuze’s eyes lit up with excitement, turning slightly red. He couldn’t help but think of his “half-brother” Chen Cuizhi, who had only earned him 1,000 gratitude points in comparison. And here was this prince, with nearly a million gratitude points. At this moment, he felt like he could head straight for the wedding chamber.
His gaze grew more and more intense, and Lan An’s hand, which had been writing swiftly, faltered. A chill crept up his spine, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his back.
What’s going on with Chu Qiuze now?
The more Chu Qiuze stared, the more he noticed something unusual.
Normally, gratitude values appeared as black numbers above someone’s head and disappeared after a few seconds, signifying they had been successfully collected.
But the numbers above Lan An’s head were red, followed by three exclamation marks, and they weren’t fading.
What does this mean?
Could it be because Xiao En wasn’t around?
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1. Guan Yu, a legendary figure from the Three Kingdoms, renowned for his courage and resilience.
2. "Boiling a frog in warm water" is a metaphor that describes a gradual process of making someone accept or adapt to a situation without noticing the change until it's too late. It suggests subtlety and patience in influencing someone or introducing changes.