Dr. Zhang was in a dilemma, but he saw that the old man who was at the forefront before, known as Yang Gong, squatted beside the injured man, he reached out and touched the patient's injury, touched it, and raised his hand again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a faint blood mark on his hand, although he had used acupuncture before, and later applied medicine and bandaged several times, but the bleeding of the injured person had obviously not completely stopped!

Yang Gong got up and suddenly said to Old Man Liu: "Old Liu, this blood can't be stopped, the problem is big, otherwise, you will sew?"

Sew?

Sewing what?

Can this person really sew when he is injured?

Yang Gong's words were too amazing, and the meaning of his words was to agree with the suturing technique that Jiang Huijia mentioned earlier!

Before this Yang Gong answered, everyone only thought that the little lady who suddenly spoke was talking nonsense! Many people thought like this in their hearts: The woman's opinion is so ridiculous, there is no need to pay attention to it!

The old man Liu who was named did not change his expression, he only said slowly: "Stitch it up, old man, I am dizzy, I am afraid that I will sew people up with a wrong hand." "I didn't rebuke that the stitching was unreasonable, but just put forward the reason why I couldn't do it.

What he said is the truth again, a surgeon, if you don't have experience, at least you need to have eyesight. But Mr. Liu has no experience in surgery and no eyesight, so he naturally can't do this.

Yang Gong looked at Dr. Zhang again: "Boy, then you come!"

Dr. Zhang is actually in his thirties in terms of age, but in front of this older Yang Gong, he only has the share of being called "boy".

Doctor Zhang replied cautiously: "Yang Gong, the younger generation has never done suturing. What's more, there are no equipment here!"

"What kind of equipment do you want?" Yang Gong sneered, "Scissors, needlework, water purification, soldering iron, ointment, I don't believe you can't find these ordinary objects in this hanging pot hall!"

Doctor Zhang hurriedly said: "Yang Gong, it is recorded in ancient medical books that surgical suture should be based on sheep intestines, but where can we find sheep intestines here for a while?"

Yang Gong sneered: "You know all the sheep intestines, and you still don't know how to suture surgery? Don't deceive me that I'm not a doctor, and think that I really don't understand." Suturing the external wound with silk threads has also existed since ancient times, so why bother with sheep intestines? Supplemented by water purification to dispel poison and ointment to relieve pain, is it not better than now? Speaking of which, it's not that you and other self-proclaimed Confucian doctors refuse to use knives and needles. Don't you know that it is not cruel to use a knife and needle, and refusing to move is false kindness!"

After saying this, Dr. Zhang's face turned faintly red. Old Man Liu tilted his head slightly to the side and only sighed.

Jiang Huijia watched the development of the situation, but became curious about the identity of this Yang Gong.

He was not a doctor, but he had such insight and respect in surgery, and he was considered to be extraordinary.

Jiang Huijia also knew that the reason why the surgical technology in ancient China not only did not develop greatly in the later period, but gradually declined, actually had a lot to do with the physical ideas that appeared after the Song and Ming dynasties. As this Yang Gong said, most doctors nowadays refuse to use knives and needles, in fact, it is not that they do not understand the great usefulness of knives and needles in surgery, but they often boast of mercy and are afraid of being denounced as heresy by orthodoxy, so they refuse to move and dare not move.

As the so-called gentlemen cook far away, the "gentlemen" are not even willing to cook, for fear that the slaughter of livestock will affect their benevolence, how can they be willing to use knives and needles on people's bodies?

But this Dajing Dynasty is not the Great Song Dynasty after all, and the scientific thought has not yet formed a Taoist system, so compared with the later, people's rejection of surgery at this time is far from reaching its peak, such as this Yang Gong, he is in favor of surgery.

Jiang Huijia's heart moved again, and suddenly in the silence, she said to Zhang's again: "Sister-in-law, don't you say this is strange? In my opinion, this wound is not the same as sewing clothes? If the clothes are torn, they must be sewn up, and if there are cracks on the human body, they must also be sewn? In this case, the sewing is enough, why is it so embarrassing?"

She said "vainly" for the second time, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

Seeing that she was young and a woman, she spoke boldly twice, and she looked sideways for a while.

Yang Gong laughed again, he had often mentioned it since he knew about surgery, but he was always frustrated in front of others. For more than ten years, only a young lady like Jiang Huijia not only agreed with his concept, but also took the initiative to mention it twice. Yang Gong almost had the feeling of meeting a bosom friend, if it weren't for Jiang Huijia being too young and a woman, he would definitely step forward immediately and have a long talk with Jiang Huijia.

Although there is a difference between men and women, and there is a difference in age, Yang Gong is not too enthusiastic, but he still turned his head and said happily: "The little girl is very transparent, isn't it just such a reason? ”

Dr. Zhang was so red-skinned that he could only turn his gaze to Old Man Liu frequently, and he had the intention of asking him to show him. Old Man Liu is there, and the eight winds are not moving, as if everything that this Yang Gong accuses is just a deaf ear and has nothing to do with him.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, Yang Gong's brows moved slightly, and he was about to speak again, when suddenly a junior apprentice rushed out of the room.

But it was Wen Qing, who had helped Dr. Zhang before, he trotted over, bowed to several old people in the lobby, and hurriedly said to Dr. Zhang: "Master, the ginseng angelica soup is ready, but do you want to bring it?"

It turned out that he was Dr. Zhang's personal disciple, no wonder Dr. Zhang told him to be the most comfortable.

He came in time to relieve Dr. Zhang's embarrassment, Dr. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Come here!"

Here, Wen Qing shouted to the inside: "Master said, bring the medicine!"

In the middle of the room, an apprentice walked out with a tray with a steaming bowl of medicine on it. This medicine is really a little too hot, and it should not be brought over to the injured at this time to drink, not to mention that the injured are still confused, and it is only a little difficult to take the medicine.

But Wen Qing is also selfish, he intends to relieve the siege for the master, and he also hopes that with this bowl of medicine, the condition of the injured can improve, so that the master will no longer have to be persecuted.

Dr. Zhang knelt down beside the injured man, and ordered Wen Qing to gently hold up the injured man's head, then reached out and gently pinched the patient's chin, and skillfully pinched his lips open, and he said: "This good man, I have fed the medicine here, you must remember to swallow it, but don't let me feed the medicine in vain." As he spoke, he took a spoon with his free other hand, and there was not much medicine in the spoon, and while he blew the medicine cold, he fed the wounded himself.

The wounded man was originally unconscious, but he was later awakened by a silver needle, and although he was weak and confused, he still had the instinct to swallow.

Dr. Zhang fed the medicine spoonful after spoonful, and everyone in the audience felt relieved when they saw that the injured person had really drunk the medicine. In particular, several big men who sent the injured to the scene all looked at Dr. Zhang with grateful eyes. Yang Gong no longer urged Dr. Zhang to ask him to stitch up the wound, although this Yang Gong has read a few medical books and knows some medical skills, but he is not a real doctor after all, so when it comes to medicine, he would rather believe in Zhang Pingsheng, the real doctor.

Seeing that a bowl of medicine was about to be fed to the end, many people had smiles on their faces, and suddenly, the injured person under Dr. Zhang's hand choked on his throat and coughed loudly.

"Ahh

The red color under the bandage of the bandaged white cloth between his belly and abdomen quickly spread, and in an instant, his entire belly was dyed without a trace of primary color!

It's all blood!