Chapter 1045 Wake Up
The human blood that had just dripped in slowly spread out and mixed with the two kinds of blood in the basin, but they did not merge together.
When Madam Su saw this, she breathed a sigh of relief for some reason and said with a smile, "It didn't melt, it didn't melt."
Manbao seemed to be thinking about something, "What if I add some salt?"
Bai Shan continued, "How about adding some vinegar to the other side?"
Manbao nodded repeatedly, "Yeah, let's try them all. Go get the salt and vinegar."
Madam Su was confused, "Why add vinegar and salt?"
Bai Shan glanced at Man Bao and said, "I remember you said before that water can be divided into acidic and alkaline water, and that alkaline water can be made by adding salt."
Manbao nodded repeatedly, "That's right, so let's try adding some salt and vinegar."
Old Madam Su glanced at the maid and asked a servant to fetch it.
The two of them were busy adding salt and vinegar. If there weren't only two drops of blood in the basin, Old Lady Su would almost have thought they were cooking.
After a lot of tossing and turning, the two layers of blood in one of the basins slowly blended together.
The onlookers opened their mouths in surprise.
Manbao was satisfied and took out a pen to write down, "How much vinegar did we pour in just now?"
Bai Shan: "Twenty-one drops."
"It's been a long time. I wonder how long it would take for the two bloods to blend together if vinegar had been added from the beginning."
Bai Shan saw the guard standing at the door, looking towards them, and said, "Try again later."
He gestured to Manbao to go and see the servant.
Manbao turned his head to take a look, then handed the pen to Bai Shan, apologized to Old Madam Su, and went in to see the person first.
Old Madam Su and the Third Madam also stood up and walked to the door.
Bai Shan glanced at them, picked up a pen and carefully recorded their experimental process.
The servant led Manbao into the house and whispered, "I feel like the Third Master is getting hotter and hotter."
Manbao reached out and touched his forehead before taking his pulse.
She frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Go get my backpack so I can give him a shot."
The servant hurried to get the things.
After giving Su Jian an acupuncture injection, his fever didn't go away, but it didn't get any higher either. Man Bao wrote a prescription and thought for a moment before saying, "Go see the imperial physicians. Call any one of them to come and look at the prescription."
The one who came was naturally Doctor Zheng, who had just fallen asleep. He felt Su Jian's pulse, looked at the prescription written by Man Bao, picked up his pen and changed the names of two medicines before asking, "What do you think, Doctor Zhou?"
Manbao took a look and found that the speed was gentler than hers, which was indeed better for Su Jian, so she nodded.
Doctor Zheng handed the prescription to the servant and said, "Go get the medicine and boil it."
After carefully pouring the medicine into the patient's mouth and covering the patient's body for half an hour, the patient began to sweat and the fever went down.
Manbao reached out and touched it, then nodded with satisfaction. "It's just a low-grade fever, not very serious. Let's leave it as it is. Give him more water."
Doctor Zheng, who was dozing off nearby, nodded drowsily and continued to sleep with his chin supported.
Manbao went out and told Mrs. Su the good news, and the Su family all breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing how tense they were, Manbao said, "Madam Su, you can't do this. He's bound to have a fever from time to time these days. If you keep on being tense like this, I'm afraid you'll get sick before he recovers."
Madam Su sighed, "Parents' hearts cannot be controlled."
Manbao looked at them with sympathy.
Madam Su took the opportunity to ask, "Doctor Zhou, I wonder if my son..."
"The fever's gone. I'm fine."
Manbao was about to go back and take another look at the basin when the servant in the room suddenly screamed and ran out, saying, "Madam, Doctor Zhou, the Third Master is awake!"
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up and they immediately rushed in.
Manbao hurriedly stopped the people behind him and said, "Just two or three people will be enough..."
The others did not dare to disobey, so only Old Madam Su and the Third Madam entered.
Su Jian opened his eyes hazily, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he saw a haggard, unshaven man's face. He shrank in shock, but found that there was a bed behind him and he couldn't shrink back.
Doctor Zheng, who had come closer to take a closer look, became happy and said, "He's awake, he's awake, he's awake, his eyes are clear, and he looks fine."
Manbao squeezed in from behind him and pushed him aside. Seeing Su Jian staring at them blankly with a blank face, he stretched out a finger and waved it in front of his eyes, asking, "Do you know how many fingers you have?"
Su Jian: “…one.”
Manbao nodded in satisfaction, "He is indeed awake now. It seems that his head is not injured."
The two doctors nodded in satisfaction, "Thank goodness, thank goodness."
What they fear most is getting hurt in the head, such as falling off a horse or getting into a fight.
Even though she had opened the head of an anthropomorphic model before, Manbao didn't really want to open the head of a real person. Although she was itching to do so, she felt that no one in the world would be willing to open her head. Moreover, if she could really open the head, the patient's condition would definitely be more serious than it was now.
The two doctors took turns to examine Su Jian and asked him several questions. After confirming that he had no other major illnesses, they stepped aside and let Old Madam Su and the Third Madam come forward to talk to him.
Old Madam Su sat by the bed, holding her youngest son's hand and began to cry, while the third wife stood by the bed and cried.
Su Jian was so worried by their crying that he comforted them in a weak voice, "Mom, I'm fine, aren't I?"
"You're still okay. Your legs were broken. In order to save you, even your stomach was opened. You almost couldn't be saved, you know?"
Su Jian was stunned. He could understand a broken leg, but... "What do you mean your stomach is opened?"
He raised his hand to touch his stomach, and then he found that it hurt a lot. His stomach hurt, his back hurt, his legs hurt, and his whole body hurt.
Manbao took a look and reminded, "Although it's bandaged, it's best not to touch it with your hands. Your hands are dirty and it will get inflamed."
The third wife quickly grabbed his other hand and sat down on the bed.
Su Jian's hands were held, one by his mother and the other by his wife. He could not move at all. He could only stare with wide eyes at the imperial physician standing there and the little girl who did not look familiar at all.
"Is Sanlang awake?" The prince walked in with swift steps. Doctor Zheng immediately pulled Manbao aside and bowed deeply.
Manbao turned his head and nodded to the prince, then said, "He's awake."
The prince waved to Doctor Zheng, not caring that Manbao didn't greet him, and moved closer to look at Su Jian.
Old Madam Su and the Third Madam quickly stood up and stepped aside to salute.
The prince quickly helped Madam Su up and kindly told the Third Madam to excuse herself. Then he sat down in front of the bed and looked at Su Jian. "My younger sister wanted to come over to see you, but I stopped her. How do you feel now?"
"Is my little sister feeling better?" Su Jian said, "Let her recover and don't come. Isn't there an imperial physician here?"
"By the way, have you caught that brat Du Yu?" Su Jian gritted his teeth and said, "That brat was so cunning that he actually attacked me by surprise."
Announcement: I just learned last night that the spleen is very fragile. In Su Jian's case, it cannot be sutured. It should be removed, but it cannot be corrected after going back. So everyone should just know this medical common sense and let Su Jian's faulty spleen continue to exist.
The next update will be around 4:00 PM
(End of this chapter)
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