Chapter 223 Episiotomy
After Sang Yu tidied herself up, she walked out of the room. She didn't need to worry about the rest.
Both the Shen family and the Wang family are rich, so whether it is hiring a wet nurse or doing something else, they can do it easily.
She originally wanted to go home directly, get some rice wine to mix with some low-purity allicin and send it over, but she didn't expect to be stopped by Shen Wenfu as soon as she left the house.
"Miss Sang."
When she looked up, she saw Shen Wenfu looking at her with a smile. It seemed to be the first time she saw him so friendly. She became alert in her heart, but replied with a smile on her face.
"Village Chief Shen, do you have something to talk to me about?"
"Hey, thanks to Miss Sang's help today, my daughter and grandson were able to save their lives. I have to thank Miss Sang handsomely for this."
Shen Wenfu said this with such sincerity that it seemed as if he could burst into tears at any moment.
But Sang Yu knew that if he could easily agree to save the elder and abandon the younger, he would not be a simple person, and he would not have his current status and position.
So what he means now is that he wants to make friends with me?
With her mind full of thoughts, Sang Yu looked flattered and said, "How can I, a humble girl, bear such false reputation? It's just a fluke."
"Hey, the grace of saving my life is like giving me a new life. Miss Sang is worthy of it."
One of them was full of praise, while the other was modest and declined. They each had their own ulterior motives, just like a big drama on the stage.
The same words were repeated over and over again, and were finally interrupted by Chen Huirou who ran over to thank Sang Yu.
"Ms. Sang, I'm so lucky to have you here today. Otherwise, otherwise..." As she spoke, she was about to cry again.
Facing a little child, Sang Yu naturally wouldn't be so stiff anymore, and whispered to comfort her: "Don't cry, don't cry, everything has been resolved, it's okay."
While she was interrupting, the old doctor over there was also sent out by Zeng Rong.
The old doctor saw at a glance that Shen Wenfu was the one who could really make the decision in this family. He walked up to him and bowed, "Master, the woman is fine. She just needs to take supplements slowly. As for the wound..."
He turned his gaze to Sang Yu. He had treated many external injuries, but the location of that wound was awkward, and he didn't know whether he should treat it as an external injury.
"Please prescribe some decoction that can speed up the healing of the wound. Apply some honey to the external wound. I will also mix a potion at home and send it to you to apply alternately with the honey."
Sang Yu took the initiative to speak. She didn't want Chen Huitan to suffer from various complications or even death due to incomplete anti-inflammatory treatment after the operation.
Applying honey externally is a relatively common treatment for external injuries, and many wealthy families use it. However, what is the secret potion that can be compared with honey?
The old doctor thought of the amazing cut Sang Yu had made earlier and the different lengths of the sutures. An idea struck him, and he asked, "Young lady, do you have a name for your method of making incisions?"
"Well, there's no special name. If I had to give it a name, I'd call it episiotomy."
Sang Yu was a little confused as to why he asked this question, but she answered truthfully anyway.
"Episiotomy..."
The old doctor repeated it twice, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the name was simple and concise. The function could be known from the name. He was truly a genius who could come up with such a technique.
After hesitating for a moment, he shamelessly asked, "Young lady, may I..."
"No." Sang Yu knew what he wanted to ask, which was whether the episiotomy method could be spread outside or even promoted, but... no.
It's not that she is too proud to teach this method to others, but under the current medical conditions, if anyone other than her undergoes this operation, there is only one result - death from infection.
All kinds of antibiotics that can be bought in any small pharmacy in later generations could not be produced at all in this era.
Even the simplest allicin cannot be produced now because we don’t even have high-purity alcohol. The best we can do is mix rice wine and garlic juice to make a low-concentration allicin to use.
Moreover, the allicin produced by this method has a very short storage time and will become inactive after two or three hours, so it can only be used immediately.
As for the sheep intestines used for sutures, they are not easy to get.
At that time, sheep were highly regarded and loved by the upper class, and could be eaten from head to tail. Raising sheep in the Central Plains was expensive, and the area mainly relied on imports from neighboring countries.
This resulted in sheep being very expensive. A medium-sized sheep weighing about 20 kilograms would cost three taels of silver.
If there is only one problem, then we can just solve it with the right medicine. But if there are many problems piled up together, it will not be solved in a short time.
"Old Doctor, it's not that I'm unwilling to use this method to save lives, but I'm really stuck with the problems of materials, technology, and medicine."
Sang Yu explained the whole story clearly. She didn't want the old doctor to use this method with the mentality of saving people, but end up hurting people.
"I've said too much. Fortunately, young lady, you are thoughtful." The old doctor didn't know whether he believed it or not, and just nodded slightly.
Shen Wenfu stood aside and listened to the two people's conversation silently. After they finished speaking, he asked: "Does the potion require any precious medicinal materials? The Shen family will provide them."
Sang Yu shook his head slightly: "It's not worth much, but it must be used immediately. I will send one every day for the next few days, and check the wound and see how it is recovering."
The operation was indeed successful, but postoperative recovery is the top priority and cannot be taken lightly.
She spoke a few more words to Shen Wenfu and then left the Wang family. Shen Wenfu looked at her back with an inexplicable expression on his face.
Chen Huirou raised her head slightly, carefully observing her father's expression, and asked softly, "Dad, Miss Sang saved my sister. Should we prepare some gifts to show our gratitude?"
She knew that her father was always overly worried, but the other party had just saved her sister. She thought he was a very good person and did not want her father to be suspicious of her.
Her words interrupted Shen Wenfu's thoughts. He smiled slightly and rubbed her head gently: "Rou'er is right. Dad is just thinking about how to thank her."
Shen Wenfu is a suspicious person. If he were not suspicious, he would never have been able to sit in his current position, and he would not have been trusted by the nobles in the city.
The biggest problem is that there is no problem with this matter. Sang Yu cannot be unaware that this is a thankless task, and he will definitely hold people accountable if there is any mistake.
But he agreed after Rou'er said a few words, and came over to offer help. Was he trying to please him or... did he have other thoughts?
But what Rou'er said was not wrong. The other party had just saved his daughter and grandson. Even if she had other intentions, he, Shen Wenfu, could agree to it as a thank you gift.
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