Fang Zhengyi was in a mess.
What a talent! It seems a waste of talent to leave Wang Meng here to do research. He should be transferred to the imperial prison.
They actually invented a new form of punishment: soaking a live chicken in wine!
It looks quite powerful.
Li Yuanzhao was also shocked and his throat tightened.
There was a little more fear in his eyes when he looked at Wang Meng, and he whispered: "Lao Fang, is there something wrong with his brain?... People should at least... not..."
"Ah! You've traded your sympathy for intelligence."
"Tsk tsk, see if the Ministry of Justice needs anyone, we can introduce them to them."
All preparations were completed, Wang Meng picked up the scalpel and started to operate.
Fang Zhengyi stared at it excitedly.
Although the scene that is about to happen will be very bloody, this small step of Taoyuan Medical Clinic will be a big step forward in the history of human medicine!
I am about to become a promoter and witness of a great historical event!
Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Zhengyi suddenly had an idea!
"Wait a moment!"
Wang Meng stopped what he was doing and looked at Fang Zhengyi in confusion.
Fang Zheng coughed lightly and said to assistant Wang Meng, "Go out and find four mirrors and stand them at the four corners of the bed. Then light four oil lamps in front of the mirrors."
"Ah?" The assistant looked confused.
"What? This is the shadowless lamp that I invented." Fang Zheng said shamelessly.
Wang Meng frowned: "Master, the light from the skylight up there is very bright, and there is no need to turn on the lights in broad daylight."
"No, you need it." Fang Zhengyi's tone left no doubt!
Wang Meng had no choice but to put down the scalpel and wait for his assistant to go out and get a mirror.
Li Yuanzhao glanced at Fang Zhengyi and whispered, "Old Fang, what are you doing again?"
"Your Highness, this is all for future generations! Just think about it, if there is an emergency patient in the future who needs surgery at night without light, what should we do? I thought of this good idea and asked them to rehearse it in advance. Remember to tell the historian that I invented this method so that it can be passed on to future generations." Fang Zhengyi said seriously.
The foreign patent plagiarist Edison plagiarized the deeds of the real inventor Fang Zhengyi and included them in textbooks. Later it was proved that there was no appendicitis surgery in Edison's time.
How could this important chapter in medical history not include the positive image of Fang Zhengyi, a time traveler!
We'll have to ask them to adjust the time and story background later.
This is all for the healthy mental development of future primary school students.
Soon the mirror was found and the operation officially began.
Wang Meng concentrated and calmed his mind as the blade slid across the body of the death row prisoner.
A belly full of colorful things was suddenly exposed, and it seemed to be slowly wriggling.
Liu Yishou felt his stomach churning, but fortunately he had gotten used to it after interacting with Wang Meng over the past few days.
He did not show any fear.
Fang Zhengyi and the other two looked on with their teeth bared.
Wang Meng opened the left and right doors and began to search.
It didn't take long before they located the appendix.
The blade swept across, and in an instant, the bloody thing was cut off and thrown directly onto the tray on the side.
Then, Wang Meng began to suture.
The thread used for sewing is also quite particular. It is made of mulberry bark thread, which is woven from the fiber of mulberry trees.
Suturing is a technique that was explored and recorded by the ancients, but it was probably not popularized because the technology was not advanced enough to prevent infection or disinfect.
However, there are rare successful precedents.
Although Wang Meng's knife skills are good, the stitching... is a bit unsightly. It can only be regarded as a crooked and shabby job.
After the suturing was completed, Liu Yishou sprinkled the palace's special trauma medicine and hemostatic medicine on the wound.
The whole process was extremely quick, and including the preparation time it only took a few dozen minutes.
Fang Zheng looked at the bloody appendix on the tray and thought to himself, this is what the appendix looks like.
He asked, "How is it? Was the patient successfully treated?"
Wang Meng nodded and replied, "The process went smoothly. We did the same with rabbits, but rabbits don't live long after the treatment."
"Humans...should be stronger than rabbits, right? We still need to see how they recover and whether they can wake up."
"Well, wait until he wakes up and observe for two days before doing the next operation. There aren't many people left for you to practice with."
....
Early the next morning, the death row prisoner woke up surprisingly.
Fang Zhengyi and others gathered around early, and Wang Meng was even more abnormal, so he walked forward to ask questions carefully.
"What's up! How do you feel?"
The death row prisoner's lips turned pale, and he trembled as he said, "It hurts...it hurts..."
"It's normal to feel pain! You just had a big cut on your stomach. Just hang in there, and you should be fine after a few days of recovery."
"My...crotch hurts." The death row prisoner touched his crotch with his trembling right hand, his face full of pain.
A feeling that I have never experienced before hits my brain!
It was painful to have a big cut on his stomach, but he could understand it as he had been chopped before.
But it seemed like there was a fire burning down there? Could it be that... I didn't die halfway, but only my crotch went to hell and got burned?
Or was it that I was cut and turned into roasted gluten?
The death row prisoner lay on the bed in despair, his mind confused.
Fortunately, I found it in the end...I felt a lot relieved.
A group of people watched him explore his crotch in silence.
Observe for a long time.
Li Yuanzhao said: "It's all right! It looks like it's all right!"
Fang Zheng said, "Well, I didn't expect it to be so smooth. It seems that as long as the preparation is in place, appendectomy surgery is not a high-end operation."
Liu Yishou said, "Sir, I am not exaggerating. The medicine used to treat his wounds was also used by my ancestors. I cannot say that it can definitely save a life, but it has saved countless eunuchs."
Only Wang Meng stopped talking and took out a small notebook to record various things.
At night, the condemned man died...
With his hands in his crotch and his head cocked to the side, his face showed confusion and relief.
A group of people gathered around silently again.
"Why did he die? He was fine during the day and even said he wanted to eat meat." Li Yuanzhao asked.
Everyone looked disappointed.
Wang Meng thought for a moment and said, "Let's cut it open and study it. If that doesn't work, we can use a microscope to look at it."
Fang Zheng frowned.
This shouldn't have happened. Although he seemed weak in the morning, he didn't look like he was going to die suddenly. How could he suddenly die in the evening?
It seems that medicine is indeed complicated, and I, a layman, underestimated it.
All he could think of was internal bleeding or postoperative infection.
So I asked, "Did you get penicillin after the surgery?"
Wang Meng asked, "Penicillin? No. Do I need to take penicillin after the operation?"
Fang Zhengyi glanced at Wang Meng's hand.
He didn't wear gloves during the operation. Although it has been thoroughly disinfected now, this sterile room... cannot be compared with that in later generations.
Who knows what's on your hands, or if you didn't wash them clean, there's a high chance you're infected.
"Well, he should be given penicillin to kill bacteria and reduce inflammation. Let's do the autopsy. For subsequent patients, remember to give them the normal dose of penicillin, every day! This stuff doesn't cause allergies and it won't kill people, so don't be afraid."
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