Hao Yuntong quickly prepared the things His Highness wanted and brought them over.?                He thought that the moldy bread the prince wanted was difficult to find, but when he arrived at the kitchen, he realized that because Guangzhou was near water and warm and humid, the remaining bread would grow moldy after only one night, and it would be covered with mold in two days and there was no way to eat it. How dare the chefs leave this kind of thing for His Highness to eat? In the end, Hao Yuntong found two pieces in the trash can outside the house. He just didn't understand how His Highness used this thing to heal people's injuries.
It was already dawn, and Zhao Bing asked someone to remove all the curtains that blocked the doors and windows, and then asked someone to melt the fine white salt with warm water and divide it into two basins. He washed his hands carefully in a basin of water. After drying, he took the soju and smelled it, licked it, and then used candlelight to pass through the wine bowl, shook it with his hands, and frowned and put it aside.
"This lady is..." At this moment, the idle people in the room had been cleared out, leaving only two maids serving and a sad little lady. Then there were Chen Zeweng, Hao Yuntong and the Wei brothers who came later. Zhao Bing pointed to the sad little lady and asked.
"Your Highness, this is my brother-in-law!" Chen Zeweng hurried forward and answered.
"Oh, then please ask my sister-in-law to wipe his whole body with linen dipped in soju, especially his forehead, armpits, neck, palms, until his body temperature drops." Zhao Bing nodded to him and told him not to be too polite, and told him to do it according to his own method, and then let the two maids put other linens in boiling water and wash them repeatedly before drying them.
Soju is distilled wine. The specific age of this thing is undetermined, but it has been clearly recorded in the late Song and early Yuan dynasties. Zhao Bing originally wanted to use it as a disinfectant, but after trying it, the soju production technology is not up to date. The wine produced by steamed is too low and it cannot be disinfected. At this moment, Chen Renweng's body temperature is too high. If he doesn't try to cool down quickly, he will become dementia even if he doesn't die. But there is no ice available at this moment, so he can use soju to cool down the patient. The low point is always better than water!
"Master Hao, do what I told you." Zhao Bing pointed at Hao Yuntong and said.
"Yes. Your Highness!" Hao Yuntong looked around and said in surprise, which showed that His Highness wanted to teach him how to treat the wounds. He also knew that every doctor regarded his prescription and unique skills as life. Except for his children who would not easily teach others, he looked at the Wei brothers and their faces were no longer very good. Obviously, he was unhappy about His Highness not choosing them.
Zhao Bing knew that infection was caused by bacterial growth, and there was no knowledge of this in ancient times, and there would be no corresponding disinfection measures and equipment, so he could only do his best to make do. He asked Hao Yuntong to stretch out his hand and checked that his nails were neat and had just been trimmed. Then he asked his sleeves to bend the tube and elbows with cloth strips. Then he asked him to wash his hands in salt water, soak them in soy wine, and still did not wipe them with cloth, but raised his hands to dry.
At this time, Zhao Bing was not idle either. He personally soaked the knife and scissors in the medicine box in soy wine, and cut the cloth into several strips with soaked scissors. The two maids wanted to help but were stopped by him. Zhao Bing just didn't want their hands to contaminate them again, but they scared them to death and hid aside with trembling. Then he used two wider linens to cover his mouth and nose, and asked someone to move the brazier, basin and other things to the bed. Only two maids were left to do odd jobs, and the rest retreated to the other side of the room.
Zhao Bing made every move very carefully, but in the eyes of the bystanders, every move of the prince was very pious, but it was like a witch doctor doing it. It gradually changed from disbelief to surprise, and then to awe. The Wei brothers looked at it more carefully, trying to remember every move of His Highness and pondering his intentions.
Zhao Bing had already seen the expressions of the Wei brothers. He also knew that the brothers' treatment skills were definitely much better than Hao Yuntong, but he had his own plans to give up and not use them. One reason they had been in medicine for many years and had formed their own set of theories and procedures. They might not strictly follow their instructions, but would unconsciously join the private goods. Moreover, they were very famous in the past, and even the prince was a child in their eyes. They were probably unacceptable to them.
Hao Yuntong is different. He was promoted by Zhao Bing, and he had seen the prince's "magical skills" with his own eyes. He was mentally disadvantaged and could do whatever he did. He was just an intern when he was on the epidemic ship. He knew his own weight and would not feel ashamed of being commanded by His Highness, but instead felt flattered. Of course, he would not and dare not let Zhao Bing cut his flesh on someone's hands. He was really forced to use it...
Under the command of the prince, Hao Yuntong broke the wounded silk after scissors burning on the fire, and then rinsed the blood on the wound with salt water with the help of the maid. Zhao Bing leaned closer and looked at it. The wound had already rotted into a hole that could accommodate fingers, scattered with a foul odor, and could see the periosteum. Fortunately, there were no large blood vessels around him. But he still carefully tied a strip of cloth to prevent continuous bleeding when he was in the knife. In this era, blood transfusions were performed from time to time, and he could only see him die of blood loss.
"Do you do it, cut off the rotten meat and clean the wound thoroughly." Zhao Bing, based on the principle of being tighter than loose, even used the energy to feed her breasts, tied the strips tightly, got up and took a step back and said.
"Yes, your highness, let me leave it to my subordinates!" Hao Yuntong agreed, asked the maid to approach the candlelight, and as if he picked up the knife and remembered something, he turned around and turned the knife on the fire before taking action. Zhao Bing was secretly happy to see this. Although Hao Yuntong didn't know why he asked him to cut the knife and use the fire to burn it, he realized that this was a very critical step in treatment.
"Oh, fortunately you fainted!" Zhao Bing saw Hao Yun use a sharp knife to clean the wound, and couldn't help but have a cold war. There was no anesthetic in this era. The knife looked small, but not much smaller than the fruit knife in later generations. Thinking about the knife cutting and cutting it, it hurts even if it was cut a little bit. Chen Renweng did not respond to the knife and scalp and was still in a drowsy sleep. He couldn't help but feel glad for it. He reached out to try his breath, which was quite stable and smooth. He touched his forehead again, and he didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or a sour wine wipe. His body seemed not as hot as before.
Chapter completed!