Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

In the inner courtyard of the Jinyang Prince's Palace, a white-bearded doctor narrowed his eyes, stroking his chin with one hand while feeling Guan Hai's pulse with the other. "This man has lost too much blood, his vital energy has dissipated, and his blood and qi are insufficient. He has wind-heat in his breasts, and the fever is difficult to cure. I'm afraid his life is in danger. I will prescribe some internal and external medicines to try. Whether he survives depends entirely on God's will."

I only half understood what he heard, but I generally knew that it was due to excessive blood loss and inflammation of the wound that caused a high fever that would not go away.

Zhang Mo didn't believe what the old man said about leaving it to fate. She didn't know any medical skills, but she knew some basic medical knowledge.

Seeing so much blood on Guan Hai's body, she thought that his internal organs were damaged, which was why she was so desperate. After a careful examination today, she found that they were all superficial injuries. Since he did not go into shock due to blood loss at that time, there is a great possibility that he can be saved now.

The reason why the old man said that he was worried about his life was that there were no disinfectants in ancient times. In fact, most of the wounded soldiers on the ancient battlefield did not die from blood loss, but died from wound infection due to inadequate cleaning and disinfection.

To clean the wound, you need to use normal saline solution, which can be made by adding salt to distilled water. The problem is that the salt in this era is all coarse salt, which needs to be dissolved and filtered several times before it can be used. It is a bit troublesome, but it does not require much technical skills.

Then there is the disinfection of gauze and other items. The most common method is to use alcohol for disinfection.

The wines of this era were all fermented, not distilled, and had extremely low alcohol content. Not to mention their disinfecting function, they were not very effective for physical cooling.

When alcohol is used for physical cooling, the concentration should be between 25% and 50%. When used for disinfection, the concentration should be between 70% and 75%.

The simplest way to distill and purify liquor is to make it in an iron pot.

Put two iron pots together, one on top of the other, pour wine into the bottom, put cold water on top, and put fire on the bottom.

The gas carrying alcohol rises and meets the bottom of the pot filled with cold water, where it cools and condenses into liquid. When this liquid is collected, it becomes distilled liquor.

It’s not difficult to make, except that there is no iron pot. Fortunately, the Wang family is wealthy and it is easy to make two pots.

As for the alcohol content, since alcohol is volatile, it can be measured by burning it with fire. You don't need to be precise, just know the approximate amount.

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The night was silent and a tiny lamp flickered faintly in the dark room.

On the bed, Guan Hai moved his fingers and drowsily opened his eyes, only to see a dim, yellowish light. Was this Youdu? Was he dead?

He propped up his arms and tried to sit up, and felt a dull pain in his back. He suddenly remembered that he had the same feeling when he woke up in Pingyu Guesthouse last year. However, he could not remember the scene of the execution at that time. This time, he clearly remembered that before he fainted, he saw Amo bringing people to rescue him. He escaped death again.

Guan Hai moved a bit, then fell down again too weakly.

Meixiang, who was dozing off nearby, was startled awake when she heard the noise. Seeing Guan Hai open his eyes and looking at her, she was stunned for a moment before bursting into ecstasy, "Anren, you're awake, finally awake!"

"How long have I slept?" His voice was dry and hoarse, and it was extremely difficult for him to speak.

"Two days." Meixiang smiled excitedly, "I didn't expect my wife to really save you."

"Amo?" Guan Hai was puzzled. She also knew medicine?

Meixiang explained, "Madam said that wine can disinfect and reduce fever. At first we didn't believe it, and you weren't poisoned. But Madam said there were bacteria or something. Hi, I didn't understand. She soaked all the gauze in wine and dried it before giving it to you. She also wiped her hands with wine before changing the dressing. When you had a high fever, Madam used wine to wipe you down. It worked really well, even better than taking antipyretics."

Meixiang stood up and said, "You just woke up, so let's not talk about this for now. My wife just left. You lie down for a while. I'll bring you a bowl of porridge."

Meixiang opened the door and went out. Guan Hai sniffed and it seemed that there was really a smell of alcohol in the room.

At this moment, a crisp voice came from outside the door, "Anren, Meixiang said you woke up, that's great."

Before anyone entered the room, a voice came from the doorway. Zhang Mo, leaning on a single crutch, crossed the threshold with Xu Chu's support and came to the bedside. She reached out and touched Guan Hai's forehead. "How are you? Are you feeling well? Does your throat hurt?"

Guan Hai shook his head, suddenly felt a little hot in the corners of his eyes, and quickly turned his face away.

"Did Meixiang give you some water?"

As Zhang Mo spoke, she glanced at the cup on the table. The half cup of water was still intact.

Xu Chu was very observant. He hurried over to get some hot water from the stove, added some water and brought it over.

Zhang Mo tested the water temperature and prepared to feed him with a spoon. Guan Hai quickly said, "I, I can drink it myself."

"That's fine. You must be tired after lying down for two days. Get up and sit for a while. After eating, get out of bed and walk around. Don't touch the wound."

She put down the water cup and asked Xu Chu to help Guan Hai up.

After a while, Meixiang brought in some porridge. Guan Hai was eating when Xu Ding ran in in a panic, saying anxiously, "Amo, Du Fei's back wound has worsened and his fever won't go away."

"How come he is injured too?" Zhang Mo was surprised.

Xu Chu explained, "When I was killing the bandits at the post station that day, he accidentally got stabbed in the back. He suffered a minor skin injury. I applied medicine to him, but the wound wasn't deep, so I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

Zhang Mo's heart sank, and she said to Xu Ding, "Go get a doctor quickly! I'll go over and take a look first."

In the next room, Du Fei was lying alone on the couch, feeling feverish and delirious, talking nonsense intermittently.

Zhang Mo asked someone to light a candle and lifted the clothes on his back. She saw a three-inch long wound that had festered and was white and red, looking extremely creepy.

"Dad and Mom...you don't want me anymore...Mom...please don't leave me...don't die..." The pillow he was lying on was wet with tears.

After all, he is just a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, which is still a high school student in modern times. Who wouldn't be loved by grandparents? But he lost both his parents. He was homeless and wandered around. Now he works as a servant for others. He is injured and still alone. Zhang Mo felt extremely sad and her throat was blocked.

"Brother Du, it's me, Amo." She gently woke him up.

Du Fei opened his eyes slightly.

"Amo?" he called out in confusion.

"It's me. Don't worry, Ading has already gone to see a doctor. He'll be fine. He'll definitely be fine."

A servant brought in saline solution and alcohol. Zhang Mo had just cleaned the blood and pus when the doctor who had treated Guan Hai a few days ago arrived.

After taking the patient's pulse and examining the wound, the old man said, "The wound has already grown rotten flesh. It needs to be cut away with a knife, but there is no guarantee of survival."

Xu Ding worriedly asked, "Is this the only solution? Can't I just take medicine?"

"If you cut it off, there's still a glimmer of hope; if you don't, you'll just have to wait for death."

The old man took a knife and turned it over the candle next to him to roast it. Zhang Mo saw this and her eyebrows jumped. She said to the old man, "This won't work."

Having said that, without caring whether he agreed or not, he directly ordered the servant to boil the knife in water.

The old man could still accept boiling the knives, as he would boil them after each use. He thought the little girl's action just now was just a manifestation of her love of cleanliness.

Then she wiped the boiled knives with a cloth soaked in wine, and asked him to wash his hands twice.

The old man asked in confusion, "Why is that?"

"It's cleaner this way." She couldn't explain the principle of alcohol disinfection, and even if she explained it, the ancients wouldn't understand.

The old man frowned in dissatisfaction, but said nothing more. He began to cut Du Fei's skin without using anesthesia. Du Fei was awakened by the pain after the first cut.

The cold knife cut into his back, again and again, just like Lingchi. The veins on his forehead popped out in pain, and it took Xu Chu and Xu Ding working together to barely hold him down.

The pus removal process was quick. After the doctor finished the follow-up work, he left with a word "it depends on God's will" and packed up the medicine box.

Although Du Fei's wound was seriously infected, fortunately his wound was not as deep as Guan Hai's. Salt water was used to clean the pus and blood to prevent reinfection. Combined with the anti-inflammatory Chinese medicine prescribed by the doctor, he was sure to survive.

A few days later, the doctor came for a follow-up visit and saw that Du Fei's wound had improved. Zhang Mo mentioned to him the use of saline and alcohol for disinfection, hoping to save more injured people.

The old man listened and said dismissively, "This is due to my superb medical skills and the fact that this patient didn't deserve to die. What does that nonsense of salt water and alcohol have to do with it? I've been practicing medicine for many years, and I've never heard of alcohol being able to expel poison and reduce fever. As for that salt water thing, it's ridiculous. Wouldn't rubbing salt on a wound kill the patient?"

Zhang Mo was speechless. Although the old man might have excellent medical skills, if the disinfection work was done well, the patient mortality rate would definitely be greatly reduced.

It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t listen. It’s just right that she can use this exclusive secret recipe to make some money first.