He hadn't wet his pants since he was sensible, but now he wet his crotch. The wet and hot feeling made him want to crawl into the cracks of the ground.
Zhang Ge began to look for a place to hide.
"What are you hiding?" Xiao Quan grabbed Zhang Ge, his eyes flashing, "There is nothing shameful about peeing in the pants while following the master to treat diseases and save people. We don't have a chance to pee yet. As long as the patients are cured, what's wrong with peeing in the pants?"
?" Then he went to untie his pants and said, "Come, come, come, I will give you my pants. Next time Master performs an operation, you will give me the seat opposite me."
Zhang Ge covered his pants when he heard this and said, "No, no, you think so."
Xiao Quan laughed loudly.
Is it ridiculous to pee my pants for a surgery, and would rather pee my pants while scrambling to do one thing? It would be ridiculous if a person has never encountered such a thing in his life.
Xiao Quan looked at Zhang Ge enviously, "Have you learned how to use a deep draw hook? I also learned knotting and suturing from the master again. What else do you want?"
Zhang Ge felt that all the shame in his body had completely disappeared and turned into indescribable pride. From then on, he could really help his master.
After saying this, Xiao Quan suddenly remembered something, "You go change your pants, and I'll help Master." As he said this, he turned around and hurried forward.
Zhang Ge was envious and jealous at the same time. He wanted to catch up with Xiao Quan and walk into that room again with Xiao Quan.
But he couldn't rush in with the smell of urine.
Zhang Ge lowered his head and looked at the puddle of urine on the ground, and saw his own shadow on it, showing how high-spirited he was.
Haha, he is crazy, really crazy.
However, he is willing to be so crazy for the rest of his life.
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Yang Mo carefully sutured and fixed the drainage tube before straightening up.
During the operation, Dong Zhao frowned and hummed a few times. Yang Mo asked Mei Xiang to use a small amount of ether. She didn't want Dong Zhao to suffer anymore. Using ether meant that Dong Zhao's breathing would be monitored for a period of time.
In ancient times, when there were no instruments, manpower could only be used. Yang Mo looked at Qin Chong, "There are not many doctors in Baohetang who know first aid. We all have to take turns to look after Dong Zhao until he wakes up."
Qin Chong responded immediately.
Yang Mo looked at Dong Zhao's slightly pale face.
The first time she saw Dong Zhao was in the hospital bed. Somehow, the image of Dong Zhao lying on the bed was always deeply imprinted in her mind.
No matter how they met later, she first felt that Dong Zhao was her patient, her first real patient in ancient times.
Although she also treated Zhou Chengling, Zhou Chengling did not give her this feeling.
Maybe the relationship between people cannot be expressed in accurate words.
She always trusted Dong Zhao in her heart and regarded Dong Zhao as a friend.
Just when Yang Mo thought of this, she heard Dong Ji's voice coming from outside, "Where is the prince? Is he awake?"
Dong Ji's voice was so high that it could be heard clearly in the room. Yang Mo immediately told Mei Xiang, "Move the prince to the inner room to rest. Use salt water."
Mei Xiang nodded.
"Where's Zhu Shan? Did Zhu Shan bring the medicine?" When Yang Mo came to Beijing, she asked Zhu Shan to see how much penicillin there was. Zhu Shan went to Baoding with her, and the matter of the new medicine was left to Pei Du.
The people in the room looked at each other, and Wei Mao, who had already stitched up General Fan's wound, said, "He hasn't come over yet."
Penicillin has not been brought for such a long time.
Yang Mo was a little worried.
Due to the injuries of Dong Zhao and General Fan, penicillin must be used to fight infection. The long delay on the battlefield gave bacteria a chance to multiply. The penicillin she brought to Baoding had long been used up by the wounded soldiers.
"Go and hurry up." Yang Mo ordered Wei Mao, and then went over to see General Fan.
Ji Zizhuan said: "The bleeding has stopped. It will take a day or two. If the injury does not improve, the limb will be amputated."
For military generals, amputation means that they will never be able to go to the battlefield. Although General Fan is already old, this result is still unacceptable.
Yang Mo nodded, "It's important to save your life." Mr. Ji sutured General Fan's wound so well that the injured arm also had blood, which proved that the arm was now connected to the blood of the body and was not necrotic.
"Mr. Ji's suturing was good. The next step is to control the infection."
Ji Zizhuan breathed a long sigh of relief, "I'm relieved when Grandma Shi says it's okay." I don't know when he started to feel at ease without Grandma Shi by his side.
Even if he does well, he feels that he is still not as good as Grandma Shi.
After the suturing was completed, he thought it was perfect, but when he turned to look at Grandma Shi's knotting action, he felt that his knot was too tight and might damage the blood vessels.
If this was done by Grandma Shi, it would definitely be even better.
He has been practicing medicine for so many years and is considered one of the best surgeons in the Zhou Dynasty. However, after being around Grandma Shi for a long time, he will feel intimidated by how many things he has not seen before.
Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
The reason why he was confident in the past was because he had not seen more superb medical skills.
Although he has been practicing medicine all his life, he is still a newborn calf.
Yang Mo and Ji Zizhuan walked out of the house.
Mrs. Dong came forward first, "Grandma Ten, how are we, Zhao'er? Are you awake?"
Yang Mo smiled and said, "I have completed the surgery."
The smile of Grandma Shi was just like the first time she treated Zhao'er. Such a bright smile seemed to melt Mrs. Dong's face. How many times had she loved and hated Grandma Shi in her heart, but Grandma Shi saved Zhao'er.
However, it also caused quite a disturbance in her family.
But now that Grandma Ten saved Zhao'er again, she didn't dare to look into Grandma Ten's eyes because she was afraid of seeing her own shame in Grandma Ten's eyes.
It's really shameful to treat the benefactor who saved Zhao'er like that. When Zhao'er was rescued, she was extremely grateful, but after she got over the difficulty, she immediately put her gratitude behind her.
Even when Grandma Ten went to Baoding to open a Yang Le Tang, she felt that Grandma Ten and the Baoding people were making too much trouble. If a woman opened a porridge shack, it would be reasonable, but if she followed so many men to the military camp, she would definitely suffer.
People criticize.
It's ridiculous. At that time, she didn't think that Grandma Shi would go to Baohe Hall to save Zhao'er.
After all, she is also an ungrateful person. Thanks to Grandma Shi, she did not enter the Dong family. With a family like the Dong family and parents-in-law like her, how could Grandma Shi have done what she did today?
The Dong family is not so lucky.
After a while, Zhu Shan led someone to bring penicillin.
Yang Mo looked at the four medicine bottles held by the doctors, "Is that all?"
Zhu Shan nodded, "That's all. That medicine is really hard to make. We did do a lot during the time we left, but none of them... were effective..."
Divide and measure the penicillin mixture, and then find the jar of liquid containing penicillin. If there is a slight mistake in the previous steps, a certain amount of penicillin cannot be extracted. As long as the antibacterial effect is not obvious, the penicillin liquid cannot be used.
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Zhu Shan looked very disappointed, looking at Yang Mo like a child who had done something wrong, "I didn't explain it well when I left. Now I can only try out these few bottles to find out whether they are effective."
Yang Mo looked at the only penicillin and said, "Let's use these medicines first. Without further ado, you go back and make more medicines. As much as you can make."
Zhu Shan nodded immediately, "I...will go back right now."
Zhu Shan and Pei Du left, and Yang Mo discussed with Ji Zizhuan, "We can only hope that the infection is not too serious and we won't need too much penicillin."
Otherwise, the amount of medicine can only be used by one person.
Yang Mo was talking to Ji Zizhuan when Wei Mao opened the curtain and walked in. He looked directly at Yang Mo and said, "Master, Prince Dong has woken up."
When the news came out that Dong Zhao had woken up, Dong Ji walked past Mrs. Dong and strode into the inner room. Mrs. Dong was immediately knocked and staggered.
In the inner room, Yang Mo was looking at Dong Zhao's condition, "How are you? Do you feel pain?"
Dong Zhao frowned slightly.
"It will be better in two days. If you cannot get up in these two days, you must stay in bed and take good care of yourself. You must follow the arrangements of the doctor at Baohetang."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, Dong Ji walked in.
Dong Zhao saw his father holding his body and was about to get up. Yang Mo held down Dong Zhao's arm and said, "I just finished saying that I will be bedridden and unable to get up."
After Yang Mo finished speaking, she turned to look at Dong Ji.
Dong Ji looked a little anxious, frowning with thick black eyebrows, looking at Dong Zhao back and forth twice and immediately said: "You were besieged by the Tatars, and you are the only one who came back?"
Hearing this, Yang Mo looked at Dong Ji in surprise.
She thought Dong Ji would say some words of concern and show some affection, but she didn't expect that he would say something like this.
What does this mean?
Is it because Dong Zhao didn’t die in battle? Or is it because Dong Zhao is naturally afraid of death?
After finally escaping from death, when he saw his relatives, he started asking questions like this.
Just thinking about these words will make people feel chilly. Yang Mo turned around to look at Dong Zhao's expression but found that General Fan had also woken up.
General Fan frowned and looked at Dong Ji angrily. If Dong Zhao hadn't held back the Tatar army, how could the imperial court attack the Tatars so smoothly? He hadn't seen such a victory in the past decades. He would have praised Dong Ji Hu.
The father has no son, but he has raised a good son. Now he will definitely bring glory to the Dong family...
You must know that a thousand pieces of gold is easy to get, but a general is hard to find. The Zhou Dynasty produced several good generals.
If he had a son like Dong Zhao, he would wake up laughing even when he was sleeping.
Dong Ji, a common man, was not satisfied.
General Fan almost jumped out of anger when he thought of this. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yang Mo walking over and shaking her head at him.
Dong Zhao obviously had something to say to Dong Ji. If someone interrupted him at this time, he didn't know when he would be able to express his feelings. What's more, Yang Mo expected to see Dong Ji's stunned expression.
Dong Ji just disliked Dong Zhao for not getting the credit. If he had known the whole story, Dong Zhao had held back the Tatar army and had made great contributions to the court, he would not have shown such an ugly face.
"Let me ask you," Dong Ji frowned, "Is the imperial court sacrificing troops to save you? How are you going to explain it to the imperial court?"