She didn't want to listen to people arguing. Besides, they had just come off the bloody battlefield and were looking for a reason to vent their anger.
She listened intently to the people in Jishitang:
"There is rust on the wound... It should be because it is near the sea, the weather is humid, and the weapon is rusty."
"Yes, it was like this before. The weapons were dirty, so whenever they were injured, they would easily generate heat..."
She stared at the rough way these people were bandaged, and then at the red faces of the wounded soldiers at her feet.
She suddenly bent down and touched the young man's forehead with her fingertips.
The young man next to him was startled: "What are you doing! I told you to beat me!"
Yan Shiyue ignored him.
He was indeed having a fever, and the wound was not cleaned properly, so he had a fever...
Yan Shiyue turned around and trotted away.
Zhou Zhan thought she was angry, but he had no time to coax her right now, so he held his forehead and went back to work.
As soon as Yan Shiyue returned, he took Weibojia and a few people to the town, and then asked people to transport some hero wine as quickly as possible, and at the same time asked people to buy quicklime.
The use of strong alcohol to clean wounds is mentioned in the Compendium of Materia Medica, but the Compendium of Materia Medica was written in the Ming Dynasty. Nowadays, cleaning wounds is still at the stage of washing with water. It will definitely not be cleaned thoroughly. Even strong alcohol may cause problems, let alone clean water.
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The wound can also be cleaned with saline, but as a precaution, she wanted to give alcohol to the butterfly to remove it.
Cleaning the wound with alcohol will kill most of the bacteria. Although it is really painful, without iodophor, you can only make do with it.
A and several people around her have always been very confident in her reliability in matters of business. With Huo Qijing here, he already had his manpower here. Once contacted, they were quickly sent over.
To make alcohol from wine, you can use the direct distillation method, put the liquor in a container and heat it, and the container is covered with a lid. The heated water mist is anhydrous alcohol. The water droplets formed by the water vapor on the lid are also anhydrous alcohol.
The above method can only purify alcohol to about 90%, and then add quicklime to the alcohol and water mixture for distillation, and the extracted fraction is absolute ethanol.
In fact, alcohol with too high concentration is not suitable. Medical alcohol is generally 75% concentration, and she also prepared it at about 75%.
When Yan Chengyuan sent someone to look for her, she had already matched a lot of them, so she handed them over to take them back.
Yan Chengyuan was inspecting the military medical clinic when he saw Zhou Zhan and others coming in with several jars and said: "Your Highness did this. She said it is called alcohol and can be used to clean wounds. It is very painful, but clean it with this."
If you treat the wound and apply medicine, there will be no serious fever."
Yan Chengyuan was slightly startled.
The people who heard it were also startled, and then someone asked someone from Jishitang: "Alcohol, what is this?"
There was an old doctor with a gray beard who came from Jishi Hall. He straightened up and said, "I don't know either. I have never heard of it. But the master has told me that my uncle is a genius. What she knows is not something we can understand."
Yes, but anything made by my uncle can be trusted."
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Yan Chengyuan said in a deep voice: "Fu Yan is not a person who is aimless. Who is willing to give it a try?"
"I'll do it," one person rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll give it a try."
His injury was not serious, just a cut on his arm, but it was obviously injured by a blunt object, the wound was bloody and fleshy, and it was easy to get hot.
Yan Chengyuan nodded, and someone came forward to treat him. As soon as the alcohol was poured on him, the man became agitated, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. Until it was cleaned and bandaged, the man was still gritting his teeth.
The person next to me asked: "Does it hurt?"
He said, "It hurts!"
"How much does it hurt?"
He said: "It hurts more than when I was injured."
When he said this, the people next to him all clicked their tongues. The man endured it, but said: "But I believe in Lady Fu! She can cure smallpox, let alone external injuries!"
"You're right!" Someone said, "I'll come too!"
As soon as the alcohol was poured on, the man screamed in pain: "This is more painful than rubbing salt!"
Yan Chengyuan didn't care anymore and left.
In the end, many people used this "alcohol", but there were also many people who didn't use it, either because they didn't believe Yan Shiyue or were frightened by their cries of pain.
Yan Shiyue and others worked all night.
Bai didn't know how he got the news, so he brought several military relatives and came to help.
Alcohol was continuously sent to the military medical clinic. When Yan Chengyuan came to see him in the morning, the military doctor in charge said in surprise: "Sir, there is really no fever! The wounds that were cleaned with alcohol yesterday did not have fever!"
Yan Chengyuan was not surprised and nodded.
As long as they don't have a fever or are slightly injured, they can leave the military hospital or even continue on the battlefield! In this way, the trouble is solved.
Those who didn't use it yesterday immediately regretted it and hurriedly came over to ask for it.
This hard battle lasted all night and day. When Yan Shiwei came down from the battlefield, his whole body was stained with blood and his shoulders and legs were injured.
The injury was not serious, so he didn't bother the military doctor. He just took off his clothes in the tent and asked the soldiers to wrap them up as he pleased.
The soldier said: "General, do you want to wash it with alcohol?"
Yan Shiwei asked: "What alcohol?"
The soldier said, "Come on, hurry up." Yan Shiwei asked him to get a jar and use it. As soon as he poured it on, his whole body was trembling, and his spirit suddenly ached.
Yan Shiwei watched the soldiers apply medicine to him and said, "This thing is really powerful." He shook his arm and asked, "Where is my sister?"
Yan Shiyue had just woken up from a nap and continued working with others.
As soon as he saw him coming, Yan Shiyue jumped over quickly: "Brother!"
Yan Shiwei had obviously changed his clothes, but he was still surrounded by the chilling aura brought about by the battlefield.
She held his arm and looked him up and down: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay," Yan Shiwei said with a smile, "I'm fine, and Ajing is fine too. It's all thanks to my sister."
Yan Shiyue's hand touched the bandage on his arm, and her eyes turned red. She rushed over and hugged him, "Brother, you must be careful. You have been lazy for so many years. You will hurt me at least a hundred times in the future."
I won’t let you go until years later.”
Yan Shiwei was stunned for a moment, his heart softened for a moment, and he gently rubbed her head: "Brother knows, don't worry."
She nodded and let go, "Then go back and rest quickly, I'm still busy."
Yan Shiwei came in, walked around, and said, "Should I ask someone to come over and help?"
"Okay," Yan Shiyue thought for a moment: "Soldiers all need to rest. You can call the battalion soldiers to come over and help."
Yan Shiwei raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but did not say anything. He nodded. After a while, those people came over, and there were actually dozens of them.
These people are used to doing this kind of work, and this kind of work is actually not tiring at all. Yan Shiyue carefully emphasized the confidentiality policy before starting to teach.
After teaching it a few times, I got started quickly. Yan Shiyue watched from the side and emphasized the key points twice, and everything seemed to work.
Only Lin Ruping has been raised like a charming young lady. She has never done such a job, and others don't like her and won't work with her.
She held the wine jar with both hands and poured it into the pot. She had only poured half of it when her hand slipped and the wine jar hit her feet. Lin Ruping let out a low cry and rubbed her feet with a painful look on her face. Tears welled up in her eyes.
, fell to the ground drop by drop.
Some people couldn't help but cursed: "There's not even a single male in the yard, so who can you show to me by pretending to be so coquettish?"
"How long have you been pretending to be a coquettish lady?"
Lin Ruping's shoulders shook and she started crying, extremely sad. (To be continued)