In addition to Wang Fatzi, there were also many onlookers gathered at the gate of Jishitang.

Some people leave halfway, and after all, they can't resist their curiosity, and they come back after a simple rest.

At this time, as soon as the door opened, everyone stared at Sun Miao's face, wanting to see some clues from it.

Wang Fatzi clenched his fists tightly and loosened, loosened and clenched tightly.

With that nervous look, I don't know maybe I thought it was his father who was rescued inside......

"The injured person is now temporarily stable, I don't know what ......"

Rumble!

Sun Miao finished the first half of the sentence, and the crowd outside the courtyard exploded.

"Brother, I heard you right, Doctor Sun said that the person is stable?"

“…… That's what I heard, too. That, is there a possibility, I'm just saying maybe, that the dead are the most stable? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Doctor Sun said so, then it must be cured."

"Healed? The intestines are broken and flowing out, what should I take? ”

……

The crowd of onlookers quarreled, but most of them were skeptical of Sun Miao's words.

For the people of the Da'an Dynasty, it is no different from saying that such a person can be healed and that he can be taken back if his head falls.

Wang Fatzi's brain was also blank at this time, and there was only one voice in his heart that kept circulating: Did he really cure people?

"Everyone, be quiet! I said......"

"Don't make any noise!"

Sun Miao, who couldn't bear it, roared, and the four soldiers at the door drew their knives and pointed forward, the cold murderous aura was pervasive, and the scene suddenly fell silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

The little white dog Yukiko also cooperated with the grinning teeth, but unfortunately there was no deterrent.

He waved his hand, and the soldiers put their swords back into their sheaths.

"Where is the family of this injured person?"

No one answered.

After a while, a half-sized man in tattered clothes came out: "That...... He mingled with us on weekdays, and at night he spent the night in a ruined temple outside the city, and he had no family. ”

Sun Miao was stunned when he heard this, should he (street) slipper?

"And do you know how he got hurt?"

The man shook his head: "I didn't see him in the morning, I went to the ruined temple outside the city, and I saw him like this." ”

Ordinary people would have run away when they saw this miserable situation, but they didn't expect these to be quite righteous and carry him over to see the doctor.

It's just that I wanted to ask my family how he was injured, but now I can only wait for him to wake up.

"Okay, this injured person should stay in Jishitang for treatment first, let's disperse." Sun Miao waved his hand and wanted to go back.

The onlookers all tiptoed inside, trying to see if Sun Miao was bragging.

It's a pity that under the screen, you can't see anything.

"Wait! Sun Miao...... Uh, Dr. Sun. Wang Fatzi looked embarrassed, his face swelled like a monkey's buttocks, "I wonder if you can let me see the injury?" ”

Sun Miao laughed: "That person is not related to Dr. Wang, why are you so concerned now?" ”

"I ......" Wang Fatzi's face turned blue and red for a while, and finally he was still in front of so many people, and he hit the ground, "Dr. Sun's medical skills are excellent, and Wang is ashamed."

"I didn't know Mount Tai before, and I was offended, and I hope that Dr. Sun will ignore his past suspicions. Next...... I really want to see how the injury is now. ”

He didn't get up after he finished speaking, just bent over and stopped there.

This time the surroundings are more lively.

Xinglin Pavilion, the largest medical hall in Anyang City, how many local dignitaries and nobles go there to see a doctor.

Now the famous Wang Cen actually admits in public that his skills are not as good as others!

The words around him were like small needles, piercing Wang Fatzi's heart, saying that he was not uncomfortable was false.

But he was just curious, how did Sun Miao save such a person?

Sun Miao was also quite surprised at this time, and he couldn't see that this fat man was still a master who could bend and stretch.

At the beginning, he was sneering at himself and excluded himself, but now he bows his head in public and admits his mistakes and loses face.

It is also equivalent to recognizing the status of Jishitang in Anyang City.

Sun Miao waved his hand: "Doctor Wang, get up, if that's the case, then you can come in and discuss it with me." ”

When the fat man heard this, he straightened up and couldn't wait to follow in.

The gate was closed again, but the crowd had not yet dispersed.

This thing is so bizarre that they can't believe it until Wang Cen sees the patient talk about it himself.

Wang Cen followed Sun Miao into Jishitang, bypassed the screen, and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

"This ...... This, this! ”

The patient's stomach was sewn with needles and threads, and the stitches were equidistant, and the sewing was beautiful.

This is not surprising, any tailor in the city can do it, and the sewing may not be much worse than Sun Miao.

But even if it's sewn on, people can't live?

Wang Cen only felt a feeling of scratching his heart and liver, it was okay not to watch it before, but this time, he wanted to know what was going on in this person's stomach.

But he couldn't take the stitches apart anymore...... Although he really wanted to do it.

"What is this?" He pointed in horror at the deep vein in the man's neck.

"I buried the hose in his veins so that the blood could be channeled." Sun Miao didn't mind explaining, but even if he said it, the other party might not understand.

Sure enough, Wang Cen heard the Arabian Nights with a face.

The art of crossing the blood? Isn't this the legendary immortal art?

But in front of him, how can there be a little fairy spirit?

It's true that I haven't seen these delicate things, but they obviously don't look like fairy treasures.

The well-informed Wang Cen is not so easy to fool.

But the more this is the case, the more it seems that Sun Miao's medical skills are magical.

"What about this?"

"Meropenem."

"What...... What beautiful man? ”

Sun Miao pinched the corners of his eyes and said that he was used to it, so he had to change the way he could understand: "It is my ancestral medicine, which can remove poison from the body and prevent external evil and foreign poison from entering the body." ”

Meropenem is a carbapenem antibiotic, which belongs to the special use grade of antibiotics - the highest level of drugs.

It is effective against gram-negative bacilli infections, which are most common in E. coli bacteria.

Because of the poor disinfection conditions, in order to prevent positive bacterial infections in the environment, Sun Miao will also be supplemented with vancomycin, a special antibiotic for the treatment of positive bacterial infections.

Wang Cen didn't know what to say for a while, and it was taboo to inquire about other people's ancestral medical skills.

"Alas......" In the end, Wang Fatzi sighed, as if he was a few years older in an instant, "Dr. Sun is young and promising, and the future is limitless, Wang admires, admires." Leave. ”

He looked a little lost.

"I'll stop the bleeding in his stomach first, wash out the filth, and then ......," Sun Miao told him roughly what he had done.

Wang Cen was stunned for a long time, and then laboriously took a deep swipe (his stomach is too big): "Doctor Sun is benevolent, and Wang is convinced." In the future, if you come to ask for advice or two, I hope to give you advice. ”

"It doesn't matter." Sun Miao smiled.

If you want to enter the circle of doctors, and even integrate this force, they are indispensable helpers.

Wang Cen was finally relieved, he was just obsessed with medical skills, so he also hated some quacks who were abducted and abducted, and he was not a person with a small belly in essence.

Sun Miao's methods today opened his eyes, and even told him about his ancestral medical skills, which made him admire and be ashamed.

Hanging pots to help the world, great doctors are sincere, and it should be like this.

This Dr. Sun Miao Sun is indeed a fellow practitioner.

After leaving Jishitang, Wang Cen was surrounded again, and after confirming that the injured patient's condition was indeed stable, there was a heated discussion again.

Here, Sun Miao looked at the injured patient lying on the bed, but felt a little strange.

The strengthening function of mediation and creation is indeed powerful, and the patient's pulse, heartbeat, and even microcirculation are gradually improving.

But his face was a little blue and black.

Shouldn't it?

Did you miss something? But Sun Miao checked his secondary body again, sorted out the treatment process, and didn't feel that there was anything missing.

"Whew~" Yukiko ran in at some point and was biting the corner of her clothes.

Sun Miao impatiently pulled out the corner of his clothes: "Xuezi, don't make trouble, I'm busy." ”

"Woo~" Yukiko snorted dissatisfiedly, and suddenly jumped in front of the patient and opened her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Sun Miao thought it was going to bite, so he hurriedly stepped forward.

Just immediately, the blue and gray color on the injured person's face turned into a stream of green qi and was inhaled into Yukiko's mouth, and his face immediately became much better.

Yukiko turned around and shook her head and tail proudly, as if to say that the Wangwang team had made another meritorious service.