Daozhang Wang was very curious about the recovery status of the more than ten centimeters long sutured wound on Kunlun's arm. He was even more curious when he heard that the wound was a new one seven days ago. Generally speaking, such a large wound would take seven days.
It is simply impossible to recover time like this.
"This is called suturing, which can speed up the healing of trauma. Master has used this method to treat many injuries in the past, and the effect is excellent."
This time when she went out, according to the habit of aristocratic women of the Tang Dynasty, Lin Wanwan brought everything she needed, not only a change of clothes, but also a first-aid kit. The first-aid kit happened to contain a set of debridement and suture medical supplies that were unpacked and sealed in a glass box.
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Lin Wanwan didn't care about suturing. On the contrary, she was very willing to teach it to Taoist Wang.
It's a pity that no matter how enlightened the Tang Dynasty was, it was still not as good as modern times. Wang Daozhang used to set He Miao's bones through his trousers. Now he has to sew them directly, but he can't wait any longer. He is not old enough to care.
The extent to which men and women are incompatible.
Only Lin Wanwan, He Miao and their respective slaves were left in the quiet room. Although the injury was caused by herself, Lin Wanwan's doctor's heart in performing debridement and suturing on He Miao was sincere.
It was a rare opportunity to practice, so it would be a pity not to practice. Just reading books, watching videos, and then practicing with banana and pig skins was not accurate enough. In modern times, she did not have a medical license, so she did not dare to practice medicine illegally.
"Huh!" Lin Wanwan took a breath, "teared" with her hands, and tore open He Miao's bloody trouser legs. Then she carefully dug a spoonful of alcohol gel from the porcelain jar to disinfect her hands, and then used it again.
Flush the wound repeatedly with saline and hydrogen peroxide generously until it becomes visibly clean.
Then take out the sutures and start suturing. There are many methods of suturing, and different measures are taken for different skins and different parts. But for a barefoot doctor like Lin Wanwan, who is a semi-experienced doctor, it would be good if he can practice all of them.
The sutures she prepared were not the thinnest cosmetic threads - although cosmetic threads are very friendly to scars and can reduce the probability of scars, the tensile strength of cosmetic threads is not good and it is easy to collapse. In that case, it is better to use strong ones.
A little suture line.
Emergency doctors in public hospitals don't like to use beauty threads, and Lin Wanwan, a rough and barefoot doctor, certainly doesn't like it even more. Although it costs 2,000 to 3,000 to sew one centimeter with beauty threads in private hospitals, Lin Wanwan doesn't make a fortune from it.
She was forced to study medicine, mainly because the medical level of the Tang Dynasty was too low. She learned it by herself just in case, so she must have caught the big ones and let the small ones go.
He Miao's slaves did not dare to look at the bloody suture scene, but they had to bite the bullet and stare at Lin Wanwan's movements.
Lin Wanwan's suturing speed was not fast, so there was nothing she could do about it. She was not a novice! But her expression was absolutely focused and serious, and she looked like a good doctor.
A quarter of an hour later, Lin Wanwan turned the needle to take up the thread, and then took the gauze to do the nurse's bandaging work. The barefoot doctor had a handbag.
"Okay, done." Lin Wanwan put down the scissors and gauze, and told He Miao's slave some precautions. Then she ordered Huanong to scoop a spoonful of alcohol gel on her hands and rub them to disinfect them.
To be honest, she took a big risk by touching the wound directly without wearing medical gloves. It was not easy to be a doctor in ancient times.
Although alcohol gel and the like looked strange to others, she wasn't too surprised. After all, Datang's cosmetics and plaster industries were quite developed, and they could barely make it, but rubber gloves were too shocking, so she didn't.
Carry.
If she had known that she would encounter a practical opportunity today, Lin Wanwan should have put on rubber gloves. At worst, she would have just left it to imported goods. Anyway, the current transportation is so backward that no one can go to the vast Western Region to find the truth and expose herself.
After the debridement was completed, Lin Wanwan exited the quiet room without any regrets. All the people who had been watching the excitement disappeared, leaving only the servants of Kunlun and the He family guarding the place, and even the three little ones of the Xiao family.
The ladies are no longer here.
"Where are you? Are you back at the polo ground?" Lin Wanwan asked curiously.
Naturally, He's servants would not pay attention to Lin Wanwan. They were restrained even if they did not fight with Lin Wanwan's Kunlun slave. How could they pay attention to her? But fortunately, Kunlun could understand the meaning from Lin Wanwan's tone and expression, and headed towards the lobby ahead.
Pointing his finger, he said a very poor dialect that no one could understand.
"Are they all there? What are they doing? I'll go take a look too." Lin Wanwan stepped up and walked in the direction Kunlun pointed, followed closely by Huanong and Kunlun.
Walking through a long corridor, Lin Wanwan saw that the small courtyard in front of the hospital lobby was densely packed with people. Even the young men and ladies crowded in to watch the fun regardless of their status.
"What is this for? What happened inside?" Lin Wanwan casually grabbed a commoner in linen clothes and asked about the situation.
"Old god! The old god is here!"
"Old immortal? What old immortal? Taoist priest here?"
"Oh, what other old gods are there, the old god Sun! The old god Sun who helps those who are in trouble does not discriminate between high and low!"
Lin Wanwan is as dumbfounded as a chicken, old god Sun, Sun Simiao?! That medicine king Sun Simiao, who treats everyone equally regardless of high or low, regardless of whether they are rich or young, ignorant or intelligent, and goes to save them wholeheartedly, without any regard for fame or fortune?
The next second, Lin Wanwan reacted immediately, raised her hand to push aside the crowd blocking her, and squeezed in. Kunlun also helped Lin Wanwan push the people away without saying a word.
She had seen Sun Simiao, but only as a statue in the temple, but now she could actually see a living giant in the medical field! This was more exciting than letting her see Li Shimin and the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion! Because of this
He is a real person who will be remembered forever!
"Hey, why are you squeezing?"
"You stepped on my foot! It hurts, it hurts!"
"What's going on? Why squeeze?"
Lin Wanwan arrogantly pushed away the people who blocked her way with brute force that far exceeded normal people, completely turning a deaf ear to the curses that came into her ears. This is Qiantang, and it is a rare opportunity to see Divine Doctor Sun who lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain.
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Unexpectedly, the old god's footprints have even set foot in Jiangnan Road. Needless to say, visiting mountains and rivers and collecting herbs must be to leave precious medical achievements to the world.
The characteristic of Jiangnan Road is that it has seven mountains, two rivers and one farmland. There are naturally many mountains and herbs. If you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that Sun Simiao would come here.
Lin Wanwan squeezed for a long time, and finally pushed away the crowd like meatloaf in front of her, but she was still blocked outside the lobby. The only ones blocking the entrance were two young men in Taoist robes, but because of the old god, there were no