When Su Qingluan saw the extremely slender silver needle that was different from what she had imagined, she realized that she was crazy. After traveling through time for so long, she even forgot some basic settings of the messy costume TV dramas and novels she had watched in her previous life.

An ancient doctor said that the "needle" must not be an embroidery needle, nor the syringe used by modern nurses or the needle used for hanging water, but the silver needle used in acupuncture!

Mu Xingzhi turned the wheelchair to the side of the Arhat bed and told Su Qingluan, "Please bring over the candlestick over there."

At this time, Su Qingluan didn't have the heart to play tricks. She obediently brought the candle and worked as a handyman. Seeing Mu Xingzhi waving at her, she bent over and leaned over. She saw the man take out a silver needle and move it back and forth above the flame several times.

Su Qingluan thought that people at that time actually still had the awareness of "disinfection", which was quite advanced. Just as she thought so, Mu Xingzhi's instantaneous action slapped her in the face - he took out a handkerchief from his bosom, carefully unfolded it, and wiped the tip of the needle, which was slightly blackened by the flames, with the part closer to the inside, and was about to give Su Xueyan acupuncture.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Su Qingluan quickly grabbed his sleeve. "You spent so much time roasting that silver needle over the flame, and now it's just been wiped off with your handkerchief. Isn't it all in vain?"

Mu Xingzhi raised an eyebrow and looked at his pristine silk handkerchief. He glanced at Su Qingluan, whose eyebrows were raised and furrowed. A trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes. He asked calmly, "I just washed this handkerchief today. How can it be 'baked in vain'?"

Su Qingluan thought to herself that you also said it was "washed today" instead of "just washed", and the "washing" process in this era definitely did not add any disinfectants or antibacterial agents such as 84, and she also did not think that this kind of silk, which looked delicate at first glance, would be washed with high temperature.

Therefore, from the perspective of medical disinfection, this level of "cleaning" is in vain.

Unfortunately, Su Qingluan had no way nor the time to have a long talk with Mu Xingzhi about what "disinfection at the microscopic level" was. She was also afraid that the disinfection was not in place. If she continued to use the needles, not to mention whether her sister's cold would be cured, it would be bad if she got tetanus or something. There was no tetanus vaccine for her here!

In a hurry, Su Qingluan didn't care about being polite anymore. She reached out and grabbed Mu Xingzhi's wrist, which was about to receive the acupuncture. "Anyway, after you wiped it with that handkerchief, the needle is dirty again! You can't use this needle to prick my sister! If she gets tetanus, where will I go to get treatment?"

There’s no such thing as sulbactam or amoxicillin these days!

Mu Xingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly: He was very sure that Su Qingluan said the word "tetanus", and from her tone, it was obvious that it was completely different from the cold caused by exogenous wind evil.

Moreover, Su Qingluan's tone was very certain. Recalling her previous attitude towards Ye Mingzhu as if she were facing a formidable enemy, Mu Xingzhi found it difficult to regard the seemingly incomprehensible words of the girl in front of him as nonsense.

"But what should we do now?" Mu Xingzhi simply suppressed his doubts and asked calmly, "Before each acupuncture session, we must roast the silver needles over a fire, but if we do that, the needle tips will be blackened."

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

In fact, the iron oxide formed by high-temperature baking would not cause superficial wound infection, so if such a needle was used to puncture a pimple, there would be no need to worry. However, Su Qingluan was unsure of the exact subcutaneous location of the acupuncture needle during Chinese medicine, and whether the iron oxide would enter the blood circulation system.

"I can temporarily suppress your sister's illness in other ways, but it is only a temporary solution, so acupuncture is still necessary." Mu Xingzhi's calm words rang in Su Qingluan's ears.

Su Qingluan turned around and asked, "How long can you suppress it?"

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

Su Qingluan fiddled with her sleeves unconsciously, her mind racing with thoughts. Suddenly, she asked, "If we don't try other methods for the time being, how long will it take for acupuncture to be effective?"

"Of course, the sooner the better, especially preferably within half an hour."

Su Qingluan suddenly looked up at Mu Xingzhi: "Please prepare a glass bowl or glass teacup that can withstand the calcination of open flames - one that can hold the silver needles will do. Also, please lend me this candlestick."

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 the things as Su Qingluan requested.

After pushing the wheelchair about ten steps away, he seemed to remember something. He stopped the wheelchair, lowered his eyes, and asked, "I don't know what kind of glass lamp can withstand the burning of flames."

Su Qingluan thought about the knowledge points her teacher had taught her in her previous life, before she entered the laboratory in junior high school, about how to distinguish between heatable and non-heatable glass. She said, "Those with obvious joints, bonding, and shaping are basically non-heatable. Those with no joints and smooth surfaces are all drawn and formed at high temperatures and are not afraid of heat."

It was this feeling again... There was an unidentifiable expression in Mu Xingzhi's lowered eyes: she couldn't explain it clearly, but she was inexplicably confident in these words.

...Maybe she doesn't want to say it?

However, Mu Xingzhi did not reveal his doubts. He just responded and went to find the glass lamp as Su Qingluan said.

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

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