In the inner courtyard of the Jinyang Prince's Mansion, a doctor with a gray beard squinted his eyes, stroked his chin beard with one hand, and felt Guan Hai's pulse with the other hand, "This man has lost too much blood, his essence and energy have collapsed, his energy and blood are insufficient, he has wind-heat, and his fever is difficult to cure.

I'm afraid my life is in danger. I'll try prescribing some medicine for internal and external use. Whether you can survive or not depends on God's will."

I had a vague understanding of it, but I generally understood that it was due to excessive blood loss and inflammation of the wound, which caused a high fever that persisted.

Zhang Mo didn't believe what the old man said about God's will. She didn't understand medical skills, but she also knew some basic medical knowledge.

Previously, there was so much blood on Guan Hai's body that she thought she was so desperate because he had injured his internal organs. Today, after careful inspection, she discovered that they were all skin injuries. Since he did not go into shock due to blood loss at the time, there is a high chance that he can be saved now.

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The reason why the old man said he was worried about his life was because there were no disinfectants in ancient times. In fact, most of the wounded soldiers on ancient battlefields did not die of blood loss, but died of wound infection due to inadequate cleaning and disinfection.

To clean wounds, you need to use physiological saline, which can be prepared by adding salt to distilled water. The problem is that the salt in this era is coarse salt, which needs to be dissolved and filtered several times before it can be used. It is a bit troublesome, but it has no technical content.

Then there is the disinfection of gauze and other items. The most common method is to disinfect with alcohol.

In this era, all fermented wine has not been distilled and has a very low alcohol content. Not to mention the disinfection function, it has little effect in physical cooling.

Alcohol should be used for physical cooling, between 25 and 50%, and for disinfection, it should be 70 to 75%.

The simplest method of distillation and purification is to make shochu in an iron pot.

Two iron pots are placed one on top and the other on the bottom. Pour wine in the bottom, cold water in the top, and set the fire in the bottom.

The gas carrying alcohol rises, meets the bottom of the pot with cold water on it, cools and condenses into liquid, and then collects the liquid to become distilled wine.

It's not difficult to make, even if you don't have an iron pot. Fortunately, the Wang family has a big business, so it's easy to make two pots in a hurry.

As for the degree, because alcohol is easy to evaporate, it can be measured by burning it. It is not necessary to be precise, just know it roughly.

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It was a quiet night, and in the dark room, a large lamp shone faintly.

On the bed, Guan Hai moved his fingers and opened his eyes in a daze. What he saw was a dim and yellow light. Is this Youdu? Is he dead?

He stretched his arms and tried to sit up, but felt a dull pain in his back. He suddenly remembered that he had the same feeling when he woke up in Pingyu Guest House last year. However, at that time, he could not remember the execution scene, but this time he clearly remembered the moment before he fainted.

Seeing Amo bringing people to rescue him, he once again escaped death.

Guan Hai moved for a moment, but then fell down weakly.

Mei Xiang, who was dozing next to her, heard the noise and suddenly woke up. Seeing Guan Hai open his eyes and look at her, she was stunned for a moment and then became ecstatic, "An Ren, you're awake, you're finally awake!"

"How long have I been asleep?" His voice was dry and hoarse, and it was extremely difficult to speak a sentence.

"It's been two days." Mei Xiang smiled excitedly, "I didn't expect that my wife really saved you."

"Amo?" Guan Hai was puzzled. She also had medical skills?

Mei Xiang explained, "The lady said that wine can be used to disinfect and reduce fever. We didn't believe it at first, and you weren't poisoned. But the lady said there were bacteria or something, and the slave didn't understand. She had to soak all the gauze in wine to dry.

I'll give it to you only when it's dry, and you should wipe your hands with wine before changing the dressing. When your fever doesn't go away, my wife will wipe it with wine to reduce the fever. However, the effect is really good, and it is more effective than drinking antipyretic medicine.

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Mei Xiang stood up and said, "You have just woken up. Let's not talk about this for now. My wife has just gone out. You can lie down for a while while my servant brings you a bowl of porridge."

Mei Xiang opened the door and went out. Guan Hai sniffed and smelled. It seemed that there was a real smell of alcohol in the room.

At this time, a crisp voice came from outside the door, "An Ren, Mei Xiang said you're awake, that's great."

Before anyone entered the house, a voice came from the door. Zhang Mo, leaning on a crutch, crossed the threshold and came to the bed with Xu Chu's support. She reached out and touched Guan Hai's forehead, "How are you? My body feels uncomfortable.

?Does your throat hurt?"

Guan Hai shook his head, suddenly feeling a little hot at the corners of his eyes, and quickly turned his face away.

"Has Mei Xiang given you some water?"

Zhang Mo said and glanced at the cup on the table. The half cup of water hanging out was still fine.

Xu Chu was very discerning and hurried over to pick up the hot water on the stove, mixed some and brought it over.

Zhang Mo tested the water temperature and took a spoon to feed him. Guan Hai quickly said, "I, I will drink it myself."

"It's okay. You should be tired after lying down for two days. Get up and sit for a while. After eating, get out of bed and walk around. Don't touch the wound."

She put down the water glass and asked Xu Chu to help Guan Hai up.

After a while, Mei Xiang came in with porridge, and while Guan Hai was eating, Xu Ding ran in in a panic and said anxiously: "Amo, the wound on Du Fei's back has worsened, and the high fever will not go away."

"Why is he injured?" Zhang Mo was stunned.

Xu Chu explained: "When I was killing a thief at the inn that day, he accidentally got stabbed in the back and suffered some skin trauma. I gave him medicine and the wound was not deep. I was afraid that you would be worried, so I didn't tell you.

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Zhang Mo's heart sank and he said to Xu Ding: "Go and ask the doctor quickly! I'll go over and take a look first."

In the next room, Du Fei was lying on the couch alone, stupefied by fever, and kept talking nonsense intermittently.

Zhang Mo asked someone to light a candle and took off the clothes on his back. He saw that the three-inch long wound had suppurated, was white and red, and looked particularly oozing.

"Father and aunt... you don't want me anymore... aunt... don't leave me... don't die..." The pillow he was lying on was soaked with tears.

After all, he is just a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. In modern times, he is still a high school student. He is loved by his grandparents and a group of people. However, his parents have died. First, he has no fixed place, wandering around, and now he is living as a servant.

Being injured and still being alone, Zhang Mo felt extremely sad for a moment and his throat was clogged.

"Brother Du, it's me, Amo." She woke him up gently.

Du Fei opened his eyes slightly.

"Amo?" He called out in confusion.

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A boy came in with saline solution and alcohol. As soon as Zhang Mo cleaned up the blood and pus, the doctor who had treated Guan Hai a few days ago came.

After taking the pulse and examining the wound, the old man said: "This wound has rotten flesh and needs to be cut off with a knife. However, there is no guarantee of survival."

Xu Ding worriedly said: "This is the only way? Isn't it possible to take medicine?"

"If you cut it off, you still have a chance of survival. If you don't cut it, you'll just have to wait for death."

The old man took out the knife and flipped it on the nearby candle to roast it. When Zhang Mo saw this, his brows jumped and he said to the old man: "This won't work."

After saying that, regardless of whether he agreed or not, he directly ordered the boy to take the knife and boil it in boiling water.

The old man could still accept the boiling water. He would boil the knives after each use. His behavior towards the little girl was just a sign of his love for cleanliness.

Next, she wiped the cooked knives with a cloth soaked in wine, and asked him to wipe his hands twice as well.

The old man wondered: "Why is this?"

"This is cleaner." She couldn't explain the principle of alcohol disinfection, and even if it was explained, the ancients wouldn't understand it.

The old man frowned dissatisfied, but without saying anything else, he began to cut Du Fei's penis without using anesthesia. Du Fei woke up from the pain after the first cut.

The cold knife cut on his back, one after another, no different from Ling Chi. The pain made the veins on his forehead bulge, and Xu Chu and Xu Ding managed to hold him down together.

The process of cutting out the pus was very fast. After the doctor finished the follow-up work, he said "It depends on God's will" and packed up the medicine box and left.

Although Du Fei's wound was seriously infected, fortunately his wound was not deep enough. The pus and blood stains were cleaned with salt water to prevent reinfection. Coupled with the anti-inflammatory Chinese medicine prescribed by the doctor, he would definitely be able to survive this God's will.

A few days later, the doctor came for a follow-up visit and saw that Du Fei's wounds had improved. Zhang Mo told him about saline and alcohol disinfection, hoping to save more injured people.

After hearing this, the old man said disapprovingly: "This is because of my superb medical skills and the fact that this person's life should not be extinguished. What does this have to do with the alcohol of Laoshizi's salt water? I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have never heard that alcohol can drive away toxins and reduce fever. As for that salt water, let alone

This is extremely ridiculous, wouldn’t rubbing salt into the wound cause the patient to die of pain?”

Zhang Mo was speechless. Although the old man may have great medical skills, if the disinfection work is done well, the patient mortality rate will definitely be greatly reduced.
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