Qi Baihe, who was about to take the medicine, was stunned, looked at his master, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?" "He did what he said, didn't he do something wrong?

"You're going to take the medicine like this?"

Tang Ning raised his eyebrows, looked at his hands, and saw that he didn't realize what the problem was, so he said directly: "While you are touching the wound and treating the wound, you must also ensure that the wound is not infected by bacteria, in addition to cleaning the wound, your own hands are also the key." ”

She stepped forward, looked at his hand and said, "If you don't clean your hand and give medicine to the wound, it will bring secondary infection to the wound, if the wound is infected with bacteria, even if you take medicine, the wound will not only not get better, but will continue to worsen." ”

"You have to remember this, at any time, you must not be sloppy, in addition to the patient's wound, you must always pay attention to your own hands, if it is a hot day, you must also be careful not to let sweat drip on the patient's wound, and try not to talk when treating the wound, so as not to have saliva spray on the patient's wound."

Hearing these words, Qi Baihe nodded solemnly: "Yes, keep it in mind." He washed his hands again to make sure they were clean and free of germs before he began to apply the medicine and bandage it.

The man sat still, only thinking that what the two monks said, why didn't he understand it? What bacteria and what infections? In such a stunned time, I saw that the wound on my leg had been bandaged.

"I'll come back tomorrow this time to change the dressing." Qi Baihe said, let him come back tomorrow.

"Thank you, a few masters, thank you." I don't know if it's because of the change of medicine, but he feels that the wound on his leg doesn't seem to hurt so much.

"Next." Song Tianyou shouted, and saw the next person come in, and his master had already walked to the side and sat down.

After two days of free clinic, the number of people who came did not decrease, but more and more, and the patients were all seen by Qi Baihe, and they were busy enough at the end of the day.

In the evening, another patient came to the temple, just looking at the patient in front of him, Qi Baihe didn't know how to treat it.

"Master, can I cure this?" The old man asked, because he heard that several Buddhist disciples in this temple were very good at medical skills, so he also came to ask.

Qi Baihe looked at his master and said, "Master, how should this disease be diagnosed and treated?" ”

"What do you think should be done?" Downing still asked him what he thought.

Qi Baihe hesitated and said, "I'm afraid that the lump on this person's face can't be cured." ”

"You can't be cured with your current medical skills, but you can see how I heal." Tang Ning said, and said to the old man: "It's not early now, you can come back early tomorrow morning!" ”

"W-This can really be cured?" The old man was also a little stunned, he just came to try his luck and ask, and he didn't think it could really be cured, after all, how many years has this lump on his face grown? I haven't heard of a cure.

"Yes, you are a benign tumor, if it is malignant, it will be dead a long time ago, but it can't be allowed to grow all the time, and it will be hopeless if it presses on the nerve in another year or two." Tang Ning nodded, asking him to come back early tomorrow morning.

The old man left in disbelief, and while walking out, he couldn't help but look back at the monks inside, and muttered in his heart: What kind of nerves are not nerves? How can you say something you don't understand?

(End of chapter)