975 Industry, pure handmade medical equipment

Feng Qingchen had no idea of ​​the suffering of the secret guards. Although he heard the sounds of fighting every day, he didn't think much about it.

This is the Ninth Prince's territory. If the Ninth Prince didn't say there is any danger, then there will definitely be no danger. Why should she worry so much? She has more important things to do. She not only has to teach Sun Sixing Western medicine, but also discuss with Sun Sixing how to effectively combine Chinese medicine treatment and Western medicine surgery.

This is not for the sake of human health or medical progress, she is doing it purely for her apprentice. After all, not everyone has something as amazing as a smart medical kit. If she wants to popularize Western medical surgical treatments, she must solve this problem.

"I'm thinking about whether I should save money to open a factory." When Feng Qingchen heard Sun Sixing talking about the scalpel used by the master of Xuanyi Valley, he was really worried about the current medical devices.

But... Feng Qingchen quickly rejected this idea.

She studied medicine, not industry. She had no idea how to make the machines that produced medical equipment. If it were modern times, it would be easy. If she had money and some connections, she could buy the equipment she wanted. But now...

Spread your hands!

She couldn't buy it even if she had more money.

Sun Sixing may be stupid, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know the world. When he heard Feng Qingchen was worried about the surgical equipment, he didn't say naively, "Master, we'll get your equipment from there."

He knew that Feng Qingchen had a secret, and this secret could not be touched easily. Sun Sixing suggested to Feng Qingchen that we cannot make large items, but small items are still possible, such as infusion bottles, infusion and blood transfusion equipment, and syringes. We cannot produce them in large quantities, but we can produce them in small batches by hand.

Just because these two medical students couldn't do it, it didn't mean that others couldn't. If they found someone who was proficient in metallurgy, or someone who liked to tinker with these strange things, maybe they could succeed.

Sun Sixing's words made Feng Qingchen's eyes light up. How could she forget what a country of copycats and a country with a strong handicraft industry meant? China's front-line workers are definitely the most powerful workers.

In modern times, our machines cannot produce those precision screws with strict data, but our workers can manually make screws that are exactly the same and have exactly the same data.

She had heard her mentor talk about a similar case in which a domestic hospital bought internationally advanced medical equipment at a relatively reasonable price. However, after using it for a period of time, one of the screws broke, causing the data to be inaccurate. The hospital staff then went to find the dealer and asked him to sell us a screw. However, the dealer asked for an exorbitant price, one-fifth of the price of the entire machine, and said that this was the best price.

One screw cost hundreds of thousands, and the hospital was very angry, so they said they would go back to China to make a screw themselves instead. The agent who sold the machine to them arrogantly said that with China's backward industry, it would take a hundred years to make such a screw.

Although the other party's words were arrogant and annoying, the facts were not far from this. No matter how similar the screws they made looked, the machine would never be accurate after they were installed, and would always be off by a little bit.

That was a precision instrument, and even the gap between its parts would not work even if it was a hair's width apart. Only then did the hospital understand why the equipment was not expensive. It turned out that those people were sure that we could not produce the instrument parts, and would make money from the parts.

The hospital felt bad that the equipment had been bought and had to be scrapped because of a screw, but it was even more painful to spend hundreds of thousands to buy a screw. Just when everyone was frowning, someone mentioned an old worker who made screws purely by hand with high precision. However, the old worker was laid off because he could not operate modern machines.

With the attitude of trying everything possible, the hospital found the old worker. After taking one look at the original, the worker said he could make an identical screw without any error.

The old worker spent seven days and made thousands of modifications to make a screw that met world-class standards, saving the country millions in losses.

When Feng Qingchen thought about this case, he felt that Sun Sixing’s proposal was feasible, but where could they find this person?

"Zuo'an, yes, let's find Zuo'an. Isn't he a research maniac? Maybe he can really do it." Feng Qingchen was immediately excited when he thought of this possibility. He rushed out of the operating room and shouted to the open space: "Zuo'an, Zuo'an, come out, quickly, I have something urgent to find you."

"Left Bank, Left Bank..."

When the secret guards saw Feng Qingchen coming out of the operating room early, they were all excited, thinking that Feng Qingchen had finally remembered their master, His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, and that they had finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. However, they did not expect...

"Wow, wow, wow, Miss Feng goes to find another man as soon as she comes out. Will the prince be so depressed that he vomits blood?" The secret guard said pitifully.

Dark Guard II was also weak: "I don't know if the prince will vomit blood due to depression, but I know that we will vomit blood."

ah……

Look up at the sky!

Zuo'an's happiness is built on the suffering of others. He had been following Feng Qingchen these days with nothing to do. He was feeling bored and was considering whether to slip away, when the miserable situation of the secret guards pleased him.

Zuo An stood on a high place, happily admiring the miserable expressions of the secret guards before leisurely emerging.

"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Zuo An had a cold and arrogant look on his face, holding the sword in both hands, keeping a distance of more than three feet from Feng Qingchen.

Some women can be touched, but some women cannot even be approached. The recent miserable situation of the secret guards made Zuo An realize that the closer people are to Feng Qingchen, the more unlucky they will be.

Cherish life and stay away from Feng Qingchen, this is the truth that Zuo An has realized recently, and he decided to follow through with it. After all, his brother is still in someone else's hands, and he can't outsmart the sinister Ninth Uncle.

"Of course I have something to say. Why would I look for you if there is nothing else? Come in, come with me." Feng Qingchen was only thinking about how she could produce the instruments used in Western medicine here. She didn't care what Zuo An was thinking. Seeing that Zuo An didn't move, she stepped forward and prepared to pull him in.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingchen would be fine if he didn't move. As soon as he moved, Zuo An took three steps back nimbly. His bloodless handsome face was now livid: "Just talk, don't drag it, this young master doesn't want to marry you."

Uh... Feng Qingchen was stunned immediately, her face full of black lines, but she didn't have time to explain this to Zuo An. She just wanted to know whether Zuo An could make glass bottles, syringes, and scalpels. She didn't care about anything else.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you, Mr. Zuo. Please come in with me for a moment, I need your help with something." Feng Qingchen also took a few steps back, implementing Zuo An's spirit and never touching anyone.

"You want my help? What help?" Although Zuo An walked forward, he was extremely alert. Damn, he didn't know Feng Qingchen's character yet. Helping Feng Qingchen would definitely be a job that would shed blood and tears. Sending Sun Sixing to Xuanyi Valley was the best example...