Yan Shiyue took a few steps back.

She didn't have the heart to listen to people arguing, and besides, they had just come down from the bloody battlefield to find a reason to vent.

She listened intently to the people of Jishitang:

"The wound has rust...... It should be close to the sea, the weather is humid, and the blades are rusty. ”

"Yes, it was the same before, the weapons were dirty, so if you are injured by them, you are prone to fever......"

She stared at the men's sloppy bandaging, and at the red faces of the wounded soldiers at her feet.

She stooped down suddenly, and touched the young man's forehead with her fingertips.

The young man next to him was startled: "What are you doing!" It's me who said it, you're going to beat me! ”

Yan Shiyue ignored him.

He was indeed having a fever, and the wound was not cleaned, so he had a fever......

Yan Shiyue turned around and trotted away.

Zhou Zhan thought she was angry, but he didn't have time to coax her at this time, so he helped her forehead and went to work again.

As soon as Yan Shiyue went back, he directly took Wei Baojia and a few people to the town, and then asked someone to transport some hero wine as quickly as possible, and at the same time asked someone to buy quicklime.

The cleaning of external injuries of spirits is written in the Compendium of Materia Medica, but the Compendium of Materia Medica is from the Ming Dynasty, and now cleaning up external injuries is still in the stage of washing with water, and it must not be cleaned, and even spirits may have problems, let alone clear water?

The wound could also be cleaned with saline, but in order to be in order, she wanted to give the alcohol out to the butterflies.

Cleaning the wound with alcohol will kill most of the bacteria, and although it is really painful, it can only be done without iodine.

A and a few people around her have always been very confident in her reliability in business, plus Huo Qijing is here, there are already his manpower here, and as soon as they got in touch, they quickly sent it over.

To make alcohol from liquor, you can use the direct distillation method, where the liquor is heated in a container with a lid on top. The mist that comes out of heating is anhydrous alcohol. The water vapor on the lid is also anhydrous alcohol.

But it can only be purified to about 90% alcohol, which is then distilled with a mixture of water and quicklime, and the resulting fraction is both absolute ethanol.

In fact, too high concentration of alcohol is not applicable, medical alcohol is generally 75% concentration, and she is also prepared according to about 75%.

When Yan Chengyuan sent someone to look for her, she had already allocated a lot, so she handed it over to someone to take back.

Yan Chengyuan was inspecting the military medical clinic, and saw Zhou Zhan and a few people coming in with a few jars, and said: "This is made by His Royal Highness, she said that this is called alcohol, which can be used to clean the wound, which is very painful, but with this cleaned wound, and then with medicine, there will be no serious fever." ”

Yan Chengyuan was slightly stunned.

The people who heard it next to him were also stunned, and then someone asked the people from Jishitang: "Alcohol, what is this?" ”

There was an old doctor with a white beard who straightened up and said, "I don't know, I've never heard of it." But the ancestor explained that Uncle Shi is a genius, what she knows is not something we can understand, but what Uncle Shi made can be believed. ”

Everyone looked at each other.

Yan Chengyuan said in a deep voice: "Fu Yan is not a person with no purpose, who wants to try?" ”

"I'll come," one said, rolling up his sleeves, "I'll try." ”

His injuries were not serious, only one on his arm, but it was obviously a blunt force injury, and the wound was bloody and blurry, which was very easy to heat.

Yan Chengyuan nodded, and someone stepped forward to deal with him, as soon as the alcohol was poured on, that person was a spirit, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, until it was cleaned up and bandaged, and the person was still gritting his teeth.

The man next to him said: "Does it hurt?" ”

He said, "It hurts! ”

"How much does it hurt?"

He said, "It hurts more than when I was hurt." ”

As soon as he said this, the people next to him sighed, and the man endured it, but said: "But I believe in Fu Niangniang!" She can cure smallpox, let alone trauma! ”

"That's right!" Someone said: "I'm coming too!" ”

As soon as the alcohol was poured up, the man screamed in pain: "This hurts more than rubbing salt!" ”

Yan Chengyuan didn't care anymore and retreated.

In the end, many people used this "alcohol", but there were also many people, either because they didn't believe Yan Shiyue, or because they were frightened by their painful appearance, it was useless.

Yan Shiyue took people to work all night.

Bai didn't know how to get the news, and with a few military dependents, he also came over to help.

When Yan Chengyuan came to see it in the morning, the military doctor in charge said in surprise: "My lord, there is really no fever!" I cleaned the wound with alcohol yesterday, and I didn't have a fever! ”

Yan Chengyuan was not surprised, so he nodded.

As long as there is no fever, those with minor injuries can leave the military medical clinic, and they can even continue to go to the battlefield! In this way, the annoyance is solved.

People who didn't use it yesterday immediately regretted it and came over to use it in a hurry.

This hard battle lasted all night and one day, and when Yan Shiwei came down from the battlefield, he was covered in blood and was injured on his shoulders and legs.

The injury was not serious, and he didn't bother the military doctor, so he undressed in the tent and asked the soldiers to wrap it at will.

The soldier said, "General, do you want to wash it with alcohol?" ”

Yan Shiwei asked, "What alcohol?" ”

The soldiers hurriedly said, Yan Shiwei asked him to take an altar to use, and as soon as he poured it, the whole person was excited, and his spirit hurt in an instant.

Yan Shiwei watched his soldiers give him medicine and said, "This thing is really strong." He shook his arm and asked, "What about my sister?" ”

Yan Shiyue's side woke up from a nap, and continued to be busy with others.

As soon as he saw him coming, Yan Shiyue hurriedly jumped over: "Big brother! ”

Yan Shiwei had obviously changed his clothes, but he was still surrounded by the aura of slaughter brought by the battlefield.

She grabbed his arm and looked him up and down: "Are you alright?" ”

"It's okay," Yan Shiwei said with a smile: "I'm fine, Ah Jing is fine, but it's hard for my sister." ”

Yan Shiyue's hand touched the bandage wrapped around his arm, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he rushed over and hugged him, "Big brother, you must be careful, you have been lazy for so many years, and you will hurt me for at least a hundred years in the future, and I will let you go." ”

Yan Shiwei was stunned, her heart was soft for a while, and she gently rubbed her head: "Big brother knows, don't worry." ”

She nodded, then let go of her hand, "Then you hurry up and go back to rest, I still have to be busy." ”

Yan Shiwei came in and took a turn and said, "I called someone to come over and help?" ”

"Yes," Yan Shiyue thought for a while: "The soldiers all need to rest, you call those battalions. Come and help. ”

Yan Shiwei raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, nodded, and after a while, those people came over, and there were dozens of them.

These people are used to doing work, and this work, in fact, is not tiring to say, Yan Shiyue first seriously emphasized the confidentiality policy, and then began to teach.

After teaching it a few times, it was quickly started, Yan Shiyue watched from the side, emphasized the main points twice, and it was all the same.

Only Lin Ruping has always been raised like Miss Jiao, who has never done this kind of work, and others can't get used to her and don't partner with her.

She poured the wine jar into the pot with both hands, only half of it was poured, her hand slipped, and the wine jar smashed on her feet, Lin Ruping snorted, rubbed her feet in pain, tears came out of her eyes, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

Someone couldn't help but scolded: "There is no male in a courtyard, who can pretend to be so bewitching!" ”

"When are you still pretending to be Miss Jiao!"

Lin Ruping's shoulders trembled and she cried, very sad.