Chapter 373 The genius doctor wants to study psychology
Medicine is an extremely rigorous thing, and there is no room for slacking off.
Xiao Han can't be regarded as a doctor, he can only be regarded as an ordinary person with some medical knowledge. At this point, Old Man Hua should have the most say. In order to change this, he later forced
Xiao Han studied with him for a while, but later he had no choice but to give up.
There is no way, although his apprentice is quite smart and has many amazing ideas, his biggest shortcoming is that he is too out-of-touch and has no perseverance, which is precisely the biggest enemy of a doctor.
Just when Xiao Han ran back to sleep last night, Sun Simiao, who had not rested for a day and two nights, was still here.
I was really sleepy, so I sat on a chair and squinted for a while. When I woke up, I continued to feel the patient's pulse and observe the patient's condition. I also recorded everything in detail for future research.
This is a truly admirable doctor! Perhaps, because of this, Sun Simiao will be passed down through the ages, and the incense of Yaowang Mountain will continue for thousands of years.
Leaving the extremely excited guard behind, Xiao Han entered the house alone. As soon as he entered the door, he first saw a small circle of people gathered inside.
There are Yuan Dake, Ye Lu, and several doctors who have been here. They are helping Sun Simiao sort out the detailed process of this epidemic.
Not wanting to disturb them, Xiao Han tiptoed behind them, stretched his neck and looked inside.
Sun Simiao was writing, and people around him were constantly adding words and additions. Rows of small characters were born on the slightly yellowed rice paper like flowing clouds. They were extremely beautiful and couldn't be compared to Xiao Han's snow-mud chicken feet!
Glancing enviously at the brush in Sun Simiao's hand, Xiao Han turned around and looked to the side.
I don’t know how long these people have been writing. Anyway, there are a lot of papers on the table that have been written on, and they are all being spread out to dry the ink. Xiao Han took a quick look and saw that all the processes of malaria from prevention to treatment were recorded in detail!
These are different from the minimalist recording style of other books. They record everything in detail! Even the living environment of mosquitoes and flies, as well as what birds can prey on mosquitoes and flies are recorded. With this information, if anyone in the future
If malaria occurs again in a local area, local officials only need to follow the instructions and prescribe medicine, and there is no chance of any mistakes.
Sun Simiao wrote very seriously, and the people around him also supplemented it very seriously. He didn't even notice Xiao Han's arrival. It wasn't until after burning the incense that Sun Simiao wrote the last word on the paper that he saw his neck stretched out.
Xiao Han.
"Eh? Xiao Hou, when did you come?" Sun Simiao rubbed his eyes and asked Xiao Han.
Xiao Han laughed and said: "Oh, I just came, I just came. I was thinking about the condition here last night, and ended up getting up late..."
He had no shame in saying that he was so sleepy that he quickly borrowed Pei Ji's words from the morning and used them. No one could expose them anyway.
As soon as he said this, it was just as he thought. No one despised him for being lazy, but instead attracted a lot of concern from the people around him.
"Xiao Hou has worked hard..."
"Xiao Hou is indeed the pillar of the country..."
"..."
It's good to care, but listening to these words is just another copy of Xiao Han's words to compliment Pei Ji that morning!
However, at the beginning, Xiao Han was complimenting Pei Ji while scolding him in his heart. He didn't know if the smiling man felt the same as himself.
Sun Simiao stood up and smiled as he watched Xiao Han and the people around him return the gifts one by one. Then he gathered the papers on the table and handed them to Xiao Han and said: "Haha, you came just in time! Come and see if there is anything we recorded.
Missed?"
"Okay! Okay!" Xiao Han chuckled and took the stack of papers and flipped through them casually. He had already read almost everything at the back and there was nothing to add at all. At this time, it was just a show.
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A stack of paper quickly turned to the last page. When Xiao Han saw the signature on the signature, he suddenly frowned. After thinking about it, he reached for the pen, crossed out his own name on the signature, and wrote Sun Simiao's name.
When he was in the first place, he paused and wrote the names of Yuan Dake, Zhang Bao, and Ye Lu on the back. Then he carefully dried the ink and handed it to Sun Simiao: "Here, that's it!"
Sun Simiao subconsciously took the paper and asked with some surprise: "Xiao Hou, what are you doing?"
Xiao Han laughed and said: "Daozhang Sun, you don't understand! You see, this can be said to be a prescription for treating diseases. If it is signed by me, then when you go to other places, people will inevitably mutter in their hearts: This unknown person
Who is this guy? Can what he writes be believed?! In this way, it would be great if a ten-point recipe can be used to eight points!
And if it were you, Daochang Sun, people would naturally be convinced that this recipe might be used more carefully than us! Therefore, in order to promote this good recipe smoothly, you have to do your part again!"
Xiao Han finished with a smile, which seemed to make sense, but everyone present was a human spirit, how could he not see the hidden meaning in it?
Yuan Dake on the side moved his cheeks. Just as he was about to speak, he was 'accidentally' touched by Ye Lu next to him. The words in his mouth were not spoken.
Although I don't know why Xiao Han doesn't want this huge contribution, they really need it! They don't do it for promotion and wealth, just to not put the blame of the plague on themselves.
Sun Simiao has always been very indifferent to fame and fortune, so naturally he won't care about a signature! He gave Xiao Han a thoughtful look and handed these compiled things to Yuan Dake. After all, he still needs to arrange for someone to give them to him.
Sent to Chang'an.
The matter was happily decided, and everyone, who was either happy or confused, went about their business, and Sun Simiao walked out with Xiao Han.
At this time, more than half of the people in the courtyard outside were gone. Some family members who came to pick up the patients saw Sun Simiao and came over to kowtow to him. Then, with Sun Simiao's comfort, they walked out the door wiping their tears.
Not wanting to have people come over to kowtow all the time, Sun Simiao and Xiao Han walked from the corridor beside the front yard to the backyard, which had been sorted out separately and specially used for extracting mugwort juice.
Moreover, the equipment has been changed from a simple twist cloth to something similar to an oil press. It can be used to squeeze out the juice hidden in the innermost part of the annua, and it will probably be more effective than before.
The workers had been tired all night and had gone to rest. The huge backyard was empty except for Sun Simiao and Xiao Han.
"Daozhang Sun, is this malaria really cured?" Xiao Han looked at no one around and asked Sun Simiao the questions in his heart.
In fact, he had been wondering since just now. It is said that sickness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. How could malaria, which had killed so many people, be cured overnight?
Sun Simiao picked up a handful of squeezed wormwood from the ground, put it in his hands and slowly twisted it. When all the dry grass clippings fell to the ground, he said to Xiao Han: "It's not that fast, but now I can find a way to do it."
It’s an effective method, and the cure only takes a short time.”
"Then why not let them stay here?"
"Staying here is the same as letting them go home, and here, they always feel isolated. When they go back home, they won't have so many suspicious thoughts, and they can recover faster!"
