Clinic A 6, like all examination rooms, has a large, glass-encrusted window.

Looking directly through the window, you can see Zhang Zong's companion lying on a white sheet, with a towel in his mouth, and a white robe is sewing up the staggering wound on his calf with a needle and thread.

It must have hurt, because with every stitch, the companion would scream and struggle.

It's just that a pink robe pressed against his towel to keep him from screaming, and his limbs are already tightly tied, which makes the companion's struggle meaningless.

Another pink robe was holding an enamel basin, standing beside the white robe, and after the fine stitches, the white robe threw the crochet needle and scissors directly into the basin, and then took out a piece of gauze, picked up a gourd from the side, and smeared some liquid on the wound.

The companion began to struggle again, and the white robe turned a blind eye, picked up a piece of gauze and put it on the wound, and then wrapped the wound with a long strip of gauze.

"Alright." The white robe said with satisfaction: "Don't scream, you can't die, your legs can be saved, even if you have to be on crutches recently." ”

Zhang Zong, who was standing outside the door, watched all this, and silently calculated the time in his heart: it was only a quarter of an hour.

He pushed open the door and walked in, and said to the white robe, "Doctor, how is my companion injured?" ”

"A companion?" Bai Pao glanced at him: "The injury is quite serious, and it is common for the leg to be saved if it is left three or four years ago, and even to lose your life, but now it's okay, if you are willing to spend money and go to the pharmacy to buy him some Huang'an, it will be no problem." ”

There is a saying among Confucian scholars that if you are not a good person, you are a good doctor, and as a miscellaneous scholar, Zhang Zong himself is indeed a good doctor.

He knew very well that an extra wound of this kind on a person's body, no matter where the injury was, could be fatal.

First, the wounded may die of blood loss.

Second, even if the wounded do not die soon, he will have to pass a ghost gate in the future: the problem of suppuration of the wound.

In this era, no one among the doctors knows why the wound suppurated, but everyone knows that once the wound suppurates, a life is likely to be lost because of it.

However, listening to the meaning of this white robe, it seems that this kind of lesion is not a big deal in the north?

"Wipe the wound with pure yang liquor, although it hurts, it can also destroy the lesions of the yin." Maybe it was because he saw that Zhang Zong was a rich man, and the doctor gave a rare explanation: "Plus Huang'an, there won't be any problems, don't worry." ”

"What is Huang'an?" Zhang Zong had never heard of this drug.

Huang'an is sulfonamides, because it is said that the inventor is Xu Shiyang, and when the Chinese Empire was established, it was falsely rumored by the people to become Huang'an.

This is the first antibiotic invented in the history of human beings in this plane, which can effectively treat sepsis, puerperal fever, pneumonia and other typical killer diseases of this era.

According to Huaxia's own statistics, after the large-scale rollout of sulfonamide production, the mortality rate of puerperal fever and pneumonia in several major provinces in China dropped rapidly from two and a half percent to less than half percent.

Not only that, but the doctors found that the drug seemed to have a good effect on other diseases - at that time, the Chinese people had not yet discovered the germs, so what sulfonamide was effective for was purely a forced test by doctors and patients together.

However, in any case, sulfonamides have saved the lives of countless traumatic injuries and mothers, and it has also been shown to be very effective for other diseases, so people regard this medicine as a "miracle cure" for all diseases, whether it is a big hospital or a barefoot doctor in the countryside, if there is no standing sulfonamide in the medicine box, it is basically a quack doctor who will not be trusted.

And those barefoot doctors who have undergone a short medical training and walk the streets of the countryside to treat people, if they encounter a disease that they cannot deal with, they usually give two tablets of sulfonamide.

Sadly, in most cases, this particularly irresponsible behavior from a modern point of view actually works.

"Is this medicine really that amazing?"

After listening to the doctor's explanation, Zhang Zongshi didn't believe it - how could there be a miracle medicine in this world that could cure all diseases?

"The miracle medicine blessed by the emperor, of course, should be so magical."

The doctor retorted unceremoniously:

"Forget it, I won't tell you more, if you want peace of mind, just buy it and eat a few pieces."

The doctor was so determined that Zhang Zong had to believe it for the time being, and he planned to buy some of that kind of imperial peace first, and try to see if this thing was as magical as the doctor said.

After coming out of the hospital, Zhang Zong ordered the injured companion to be sent back to the inn, while he took the other two people and continued to wander the street near the hospital.

There are some food sellers around the hospital, Zhang Zong looked at it, they are all buns, porridge, egg custard, sweet cakes and the like, but you can also order food directly.

Zhang Zong saw the big fish in the pond, as well as some chickens, ducks and geese and some pigeons.

It seems that if the patient needs it, he can buy exquisite food on the spot for therapeutic eating.

"You must not be poor when you see a doctor in this kind of hospital." Zhang Zong sighed in a low voice.

Such a hospital, as well as the surrounding supporting facilities, all show the taste of the doctor's dedication, and the cost of just having a person pour water to clean it is indispensable.

But before these words fell, Zhang Zong saw several people in red military uniforms running into the Quancheng No. 2 Hospital with a stretcher.

Zhang Zong raised his eyes and looked at it, with his understanding of Hua Jun, this is a small soldier, and he belongs to the kind of people who should not have the money to come to this kind of place for medical treatment.

"What's going on?"

slapped his face too quickly, and Zhang Zong's face was a little unbearable.

……

On this day, Zhang Zong lived in a main store in Quancheng.

Zhang Zong, who was good at everything, spent a lot of money and recruited five Ji girls in a row, but he found that the level of Ji girls in the north was very poor, far from Yangzhou Thin Horse and Shili Qinhuai.

Not to mention the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, even the most basic appearance is far behind, and after asking, I know that there are very few Han women in Quancheng, and most of them are Jurchen noblewomen.

These Tartar women have a very high status in the pseudo-gold, but there is no such thing in this world that women with high status are necessarily beautiful, let alone that Tartar women cannot be beautiful at all.

It seems that the northerners playing these girls are nothing more than a way to humiliate the enemy and a pure thanksgiving.

This made Zhang Zong feel very disappointed, he would rather eat a fairy peach than taste a basket of rotten apricots, he didn't do anything all night, just drank some wine, and then went to bed early.

The next day, Zhang Zong didn't continue shopping, he said elsewhere that since he arrived in Quancheng, he had to meet Wen Ji again.

Wen Ji and Xu Shimei are now living in the annex of Meiquan Palace, although it is an annex, it is also part of the emperor in the north (the prince is in Yanjing, and there is no capital in the north now), which is equivalent to the imperial palace, and it is reasonable to let an outsider like him enter casually.

However, the situation in the north is somewhat different, and the annex where the pony and princess live can be entered if visitors are invited.