Su Qingluan reacted when she saw the extremely slender silver needle that was different from the one in her impression: her head was funny, and after a long time, she even forgot the messy costume TV series and some basic settings she watched in her previous life.

An ancient doctor said that the "needle" must not be an embroidery needle, nor can it be a needle used by modern nurses and a needle used to hang water, but a silver needle for acupuncture!

Mu Xingzhi turned the wheelchair to the side of Luohan's bed and instructed Su Qingluan: "You bring the candlestick over there." ”

At this time, Su Qingluan didn't have the heart to play poor, so he obediently brought the candle and worked honestly on the side. Seeing Mu Xingzhi beckoning to her, she bent down and leaned over, and saw a silver needle drawn out from the place and passed back and forth above the flame a few times.

Su Qingluan said that people at this time still had the consciousness of "disinfection", which was quite advanced. As soon as he thought about it, Mu Xingxia's momentary movement slapped her in the face - he took out a handkerchief from his arms, carefully unfolded it, and wiped the part of the needle tip that was blackened by the tongue of fire with the part close to the inside, and was about to apply the needle to Su Xueyan.

"Wait!" Su Qingluan hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, "You have been roasting the silver needle on the fire for a long time, and now it has been wiped by your handkerchief, isn't it roasted for nothing?" ”

Mu Xingyi raised his eyebrows, looked at his silk handkerchief, which was as white as new, glanced at Su Qingluan's eyebrows and frowned, a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes, and asked quietly: "My handkerchief was just washed today, how is it 'baked for nothing'?" ”

Su Qingluanxin said that you also said that it was "today's pulp washing" instead of "just pulping washing", and the "pulp washing" process in this era is definitely not added with any disinfectants and antibacterial agents such as Bayo, and she doesn't think that this kind of delicate silk will be scalded with high temperatures.

Therefore, from the perspective of medical disinfection, this degree of "cleaning" can be regarded as the degree of washing.

But Su Qingluan has no way and no fairy time to talk to Mu Xingzhi about what is "disinfection at the micro level", but she is afraid that the disinfection will not be in place, this time it will be pricked, not to mention whether her sister's cold is good or not, and then it will not be good to get a tetanus or something, there is no tetanus vaccine here for her to play!

In a hurry, Su Qingluan couldn't care about any politeness, and in a hurry, he directly reached out and grabbed Mu Xingzhi's wrist to apply the needle: "In short, after you wiped it with that handkerchief, the needle will be dirty again!" You can't prick my sister with this needle! If I get tetanus, where will I get it? ”

There's no sulbactam or amoxicillin these days!

Mu Xingzhi's eyes narrowed slightly: he was very sure that Su Qingluan was talking about the word "tetanus", and listening to her tone, it was obvious that it was not the same thing as the cold that was affected by the external wind.

And Su Qingluan's tone was very affirmative, recalling her previous attitude towards Ye Mingzhu as if she were facing a great enemy, it was difficult for Mu Xingzhi to treat the seemingly incomprehensible words of the girl in front of her as nonsense.

"But what now?" Mu Xingzhi simply suppressed some doubts in his heart and asked quietly, "Every time before applying the needle, this silver needle must be roasted on the fire, but as long as this is the case, the tip of the needle will be blackened." ”

Su Qingluan naturally knew this, and he also knew that the reason why this needle turned black was entirely because the iron inside was oxidized into iron oxide when it met the air!

In fact, iron oxide formed by high-temperature roasting does not cause superficial wound infection, so if you use such a needle to puncture a pimple or something, you don't care at all. However, Su Qingluan is not sure where the traditional Chinese medicine "needle" will be carried out under the skin, and whether iron oxide will enter the blood circulation system.

"I can suppress Ling Mei's condition in other ways for the time being, but in the end, the symptoms are not cured, and the needles still need to be administered." Mu Xingzhi's calm words sounded in Su Qingluan's ears.

Su Qingluan turned around and asked, "How long can it be suppressed?" ”

Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows: "Two or three hours, but there may be a rebound after that." ”

Su Qingluan's fingers unconsciously fiddled with the sleeves of his clothes, his mind was quickly calculating, and he suddenly asked, "If you don't use other methods for the time being, how long will it take for the needle to have an effect?" ”

"Naturally, the sooner the better, especially within half an hour."

Su Qingluan looked up at Mu Xingzhi suddenly: "Please help me prepare a glass bowl or glass teacup that can only withstand the calcination of open flames - those that can hold those silver needles can be used, and this candlestick can also be borrowed for me." ”

Although Mu Xingzhi didn't know what she was going to do for the time being, he showed a slightly interested look and turned around to get something according to Su Qingluan's request.

The wheelchair was pushed out more than ten paces away, and as if he remembered something, he stopped the wheelchair and lowered his eyes and asked, "I don't know what kind of glass cup can withstand the flames." ”

Su Qingluan thought about how to distinguish between heating and non-heating glass before entering the laboratory in junior high school in his previous life, and said: "There are obvious interfaces, gluing, and shaping, which are basically non-heatable, and those that have no interfaces and are smooth are all drawn and shaped at high temperatures, and are not afraid of being hot." ”

It's the feeling again...... Mu Xingzhi didn't argue in his drooping eyes: this kind of unclear words, but inexplicably confident.

…… Maybe she didn't want to say it?

However, Mu Xingzhi did not show the doubts in his heart, only responded, and went to find the glass cup according to what Su Qingluan said.

"Oh, don't forget to bring a pair of chopsticks!" Suddenly remembering that he was going to take out the long needle later, Su Qingluan added. Then she turned her attention to her sister and the candlestick in her hand.

Although her sister no longer twitched, Su Qingluan also knew that the situation was not optimistic-because the little girl's breathing had been very heavy, which made people worry when they heard it.

She was moving a little faster.

Only then did Su Qingluan find that this candlestick was very cleverly designed - there was a card slot placed on it, and there were three "small claws" of the same height in a triangle side by side, so that three candles could be placed in one candlestick to increase the efficiency of lighting.

And the base of this candlestick is hollowed out, allowing the melted candle to drip onto the chassis below. So Su Qingluan planned to transform this candlestick into a temporary "alcohol lamp".

After Su Qingluan inspected all the candles in this hall, she chose a candle that was relatively short, about the length of her thumb, took it to the bottom of the candlestick in front of her, splashed the wax oil little by little into the small groove below to collect candle tears, and after a while, put the candle on it.

Soon, as the tears hardened by cold, the short candles were fixed in the groove where the tears were collected at the base.

At this time, Mu Xingzhi also came back, holding a glass wine glass in his hand.

That color should be a very beautiful color like white mist, but Su Qingluan didn't have the heart to appreciate it at all. She checked it, and it was indeed cooked glass, so she asked Mu Xingzhi to fill the wine glass with white water and place it on top of the triangular candlestick—just enough to hold it up.

Because the wine glass was very small, after less than a stick of incense, Su Qingluan found that the water in the wine glass was gradually boiling, so he threw the silver needle that Mu Xingzhi wanted to use into it.