Inside the Patriarchal Association.
Hu Yushan saw Wang Meng off with satisfaction.
Everyone around him gathered around and asked, "Master, are you really going to agree to this? You are risking your position as master."
"Besides, isn't one month a bit too short? There is no fixed time for the onset of intestinal abscesses. What if there is no result from both sides? What should we do then?"
Hu Yushan smiled slightly and said, "Someone, go to the newspaper office and find someone to publish this matter in the newspaper! Publish everything Wang Meng and I said just now, and remember to choose the largest page. Make sure that all the people in the capital know about this matter."
After saying that, someone next to him nodded and ran out quickly.
Hu Yushan stroked his long beard, looking determined to win: "Don't worry, everyone. We will win this battle. If time is insufficient, we can delay. Although we don't know when the intestinal abscess will occur, the seriously ill will show symptoms two or three times within a month. As long as we carefully select the patients, we will get the results within two months."
"Once the patient is admitted to the clinic, let him stay there and don't move around. We will provide him with food and drink."
"I have a dose of Da Huang Mu Dan Tang, which can treat intestinal abscesses. Although it cannot cure it, it should be able to relieve the symptoms. It won't be a problem to delay it for a few months."
"Everyone can also work together, and don't hide any good ideas. This battle is not only related to the reputation of the ancestral association, but also to your financial future. It must not be ignored."
Everyone nodded in agreement and began to discuss the plan.
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The efficiency of the Patriarch's Association is still very high, and it goes without saying that the major medical clinics under it can collect patients at a speed.
It took only three days to find two patients with similar conditions.
After Fang Zheng had everyone check it out in public, he announced the official start.
Naturally, the patient could not be allowed to go home; Fang Zhengyi had specifically instructed so.
He knows a little about appendicitis.
Strenuous exercise should be avoided if possible, and patients should not eat too much spicy and greasy food, although the sick people do not have the conditions to eat spicy and greasy food.
But onions and garlic also have an impact.
So all his meals were covered.
After that, it was time to set up the sterile operating room, plus a lot of anatomical suturing exercises.
Liu Yishou's many years of experience in cutting chickens makes him particularly confident.
He felt quite contemptuous of people like Wang Meng who looked a bit gentle and refined.
When the first operation started, Liu Yishou vomited...
Wang Meng was like an emotionless robot, wearing goggles and moving the scalpel smoothly across the dog's corpse.
The dog was cut into several parts like a butcher cutting up a cow.
Because of good habits, he placed the internal organs on the operating table in different categories, and then instructed the assistant which piece to eat.
The scene was extremely bloody and violent... Especially when Liu Yishou saw Wang Meng's calm face, his heart trembled.
After studying for a while, it was found that dogs did not seem to have an appendix... Then they switched to rabbits and continued the dissection.
After working with animals for several days in a row, Liu Yishou sadly discovered that he seemed to be of no use other than mixing anesthetics.
The chicken-cutting knife skills inherited from my ancestors were of no use.
In the end, I had no choice but to become assistant number two.
So-called famous doctors, to some extent, have accumulated their reputation through human lives.
Without practice, it is impossible to develop superb skills and a stable psychological level.
Wang Meng is like this. Although he was not a professional medical practitioner before, he has been studying penicillin since he started.
Through countless in vivo studies and the accumulation of data time and time again, we will be able to achieve rapid growth when it comes to actual combat.
What's more, Fang Zhengyi has always been behind us, investing in research and providing support regardless of cost.
A few days later, there were cases where animals that had undergone surgery had their stomachs cut open and then had their bodies sutured up, and still survived.
Feeling that he was ready for actual combat and that there was little room for improvement, Wang Meng notified Fang Zhengyi.
Seeing the opportunity, Fang Zhengyi brought Li Yuanzhao to bring the death row prisoner over.
This time he learned his lesson and was not as reckless as last time when he personally conducted the experiment with more than fifty people.
Only a few perverted murderers were picked out, each of them was guilty of a serious crime and was about to be cut into pieces.
The operating room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
When the first death row inmate entered, his muscles tensed up.
I was kind of happy when I was first brought out, and I was treated to a good meal.
After this meal, I didn't eat for two days! I was just dragged out of the bathhouse, and now my butt is still cold and naked.
I was inexplicably brought from the comfortable death row to such a strange place.
Although he still doesn't know what they are going to do, this environment makes him feel full of danger!
Especially the man in front of him, who was slowly arranging the "torture instruments."
Fang Zhengyi and Li Yuanzhao also came to watch the fun. They even changed into some tightly wrapped clothes to avoid getting stained with dirt.
Ropes had already been prepared in the blind spots of the operating table.
The hands and feet of the death row prisoner were still tied. Wang Meng and Liu Yishou worked together to put the prisoner on the operating table.
But at this moment, something strange happened!
The prisoner began to struggle violently, shouting, "What are you doing? Let me go! It's not time for execution yet!"
Wang Meng and Liu loosened their hands.
With a thud, the condemned man fell to the ground.
The death row prisoner was a strong man in his thirties. Although he had been hungry for two days, his strength was still as strong as ever. He thrashed on the ground like a Magikarp, shouting continuously.
The floor is so dirty...it's a waste of time to wash it!
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