Chapter 037 Absurd Methods
The horse galloped back, and in about the time it took for an incense stick to burn, all the things mentioned were gathered.
Qin Zhaoyue personally burned the dried kelp into ash, dissolved it in distilled water, let it stand, took the supernatant, and filtered it several times.
The brine is also first dissolved in water, filtered several times and then boiled again to produce crystals.
What kelp needs is potassium carbonate and potassium iodide, while brine is for magnesium chloride. Under the current conditions, this is the best we can do.
The next step is the second difficult problem, which is the concentration ratio.
Brine is fine, try to mix it according to the proportion of normal saline, and don't worry about how much magnesium chloride it contains.
When adding the kelp ash supernatant, it was really all guesswork, just two drops per tube.
Qin Zhaoyue was the only one busy throughout the whole process, and his expression was extremely focused.
It took about two minutes to prepare the injection, and then she took out a syringe.
This is a prop made by a magician on the road. The embolism and syringe are easy, but the most difficult part is the needle.
Fortunately, Mo Twelve's flying needle is very special, thin and hollow, which saves a lot of trouble.
However, compared with the needle in the original world, it is still a bit thicker. Qin Zhaoyue has been secretly polishing it with his true energy in the past two days.
After wasting more than a dozen flying needles, he was able to grind out a usable one. With the help of the magician, he assembled it into a simple syringe.
The injection liquid was successfully extracted and the air was exhausted. All preparations have been completed.
At this moment, Doctor Fang, who was in charge of the mild cases, was invited over.
He had originally given up on these critically ill patients, but upon hearing about the Sixth Princess's treatment method, he immediately frowned, "Princess, I have never heard of such a treatment method."
Qin Zhaoqiong nodded. She was the one who called the person here. "If anything unexpected happens, you will be responsible for first aid."
Imperial Physician Fang frowned, but still agreed.
Huh... Qin Zhaoyue let out a long breath.
Everything that could be done had been done, and the needles had been sterilized with flame and strong alcohol.
"I'm ready."
The dying old man had been moved to the bed and laid flat on a clean straw mat.
At this time, his breathing had become intermittent. According to Doctor Jiang, he could die at any time.
Everyone can see that the old man's life is like a candle in the wind, as if it will be completely extinguished in the next moment.
"Light the fire, make it as bright as possible."
The guards immediately stepped forward and lit the area from all sides with torches.
"Grab his wrist and slap the back of his hand."
Jiang Qingpu was stunned for a moment, but immediately squatted down and did as he was told.
Occasionally, a few suppressed coughs were heard in the room, and the slapping sounds seemed extremely harsh at this time.
Even if those present were not doctors, they had all seen a doctor when they were sick. They had never seen such a scene before, and they all held their breath in concentration for a moment.
"Alright!" Qin Zhaoyue squatted down. "When I tell you to loosen up, untie the rope around his wrists. Be as gentle as possible and don't move his hands."
"Okay, I'll make a note of that."
Qin Zhaoyue adjusted his breathing a few times, picked up the needle, and concentrated his attention on staring at the back of the old man's hand.
Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous…keep preparing yourself mentally.
She had received many IV drips, especially once when she met a trainee nurse and asked if she could help.
I was young at that time and couldn't save face, so seeing that the other person asked sincerely, I agreed reluctantly.
Qin Zhaoyue clearly remembered that time, the needle was inserted, pulled out, and inserted again, twisting in the skin several times.
The blood vessels were tougher than she had imagined. The impression was so deep that she even remembered the needle "teasing" the blood vessels and shaking them around, but she just couldn't get it in.
It doesn't matter, you can try again if you make a mistake, take your time, take your time...
Just as the needle was about to pierce the patient's skin, a voice suddenly shouted from behind, "Wait a minute!"
Qin Zhaoyue's breathing suddenly stopped, and he almost pricked the needle in with a startle.
The person who spoke was the imperial physician. He had always felt that the injection method was unreliable and had just heard the eldest princess mention it.
But after seeing what the Sixth Princess did, he cried out that it was ridiculous and stopped it at the last moment.
"What kind of method is this, Sixth Prince? I've been practicing medicine for forty years and have never heard of it. This involves human life, so how can we take it lightly?"
"Broken Ink!" Qin Zhaoyue gritted his teeth and shouted without turning his head.
"I'm here."
"Don't let anyone bother me."
"yes!"
The sword was unsheathed with a clang, and Sui Mo did not hesitate at all. Before others could react, the sword tip was already against Doctor Fang's throat.
His face was stern and he exuded a bone-chilling coldness, as if he would attack immediately if the other party dared to speak again.
Just now, under the light of the fire, Sui Mo clearly saw the scars on the back of the Sixth Princess's hand.
As a skilled fighter with various weapons, she knew that it was caused by a hidden weapon like a thin needle piercing the skin.
Seeing the strange-looking instrument and the needle tip modified from Mo Twelve's flying needle, Sui Mo had no idea what it was.
The Sixth Princess is no joke, as she has been experimenting with her own hands for the past two days!
She was a royal noble, but her hands were covered with dense needle holes, but she did not even cry out a word of grievance on the way here.
At this moment, Sui Mo stood firmly in front of the Sixth Princess.
All the accompanying Qingluan Guards followed and formed a line of defense between the Sixth Princess and the others.
They have their hands on the hilts of their swords, and at the command, they will draw their swords against anyone who interferes.
This... Imperial Physician Fang panicked. He felt a chill on his neck and dared not move at all. His eyes were fixed on the eldest princess beside him.
Qin Zhaoqiong's face was gloomy and he was furious!
She was the one who called the person here, but she didn't expect that he would ruin her plan at the critical moment.
She was often summoned to the palace by her mother, and she knew that the person standing before her with the sword drawn was a captain of the Qingluan Guard, but her personal guards did not know this.
Although the tip of the Broken Ink Sword was not pointed at the Princess, it was still a weapon after all, and the guards' first reaction was to step forward to stop it.
Qin Zhaoqiong crossed his arm to block them, tacitly agreeing with the Qingluan Guard's attitude.
"Everyone hold your breath and don't move!" But he didn't mention releasing Imperial Physician Fang.
In the crowd, Meng Jian narrowed his eyes.
The maid holding the sword had a steady hand, the tip of the sword almost touching the skin of the imperial physician's throat, and would pierce it with just the slightest shake.
The coldness emanating from her made Meng Jian confirm that this was no ordinary maid.
It's not just the man holding the sword, but also the other women standing in front of them. The mere six of them have gathered a kind of momentum.
Meng Jian had no doubt that if anyone dared to make trouble at this time, they would definitely be attacked by them.
The eldest princess, him as the deputy commander of the imperial guards, and officials from the three departments, even facing these identities, they did not hesitate at all.
Subconsciously rubbing his fingers, Meng Jian already had a guess in his mind.
They are all female guards and have such a powerful aura. There are only two places in the entire capital where they can come from: Qingluan Guard and Xuanji Guard.
How could it be? No matter which one it was, it was not what the Sixth Princess should have.
Meng Jian lowered his eyes, thinking about a lot of things for a moment.
Qin Zhaoyue adjusted his breathing again. The patient's condition was already very critical and no time was lost.
She slowly mobilized her internal energy and steadied her hand through her martial arts skills.
Finally, the needle pierced the skin.
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