But when the Chaozhou Yingge dance reached the scene of beating the cloth horse, the scene surprised Mr. Zhao.
The imperial official with a cloth horse hanging from his waist turned into a black-faced bearded man with a dry boat hanging from his waist. The officials surrounding him turned into small soldiers and generals with the "Zeng" flag.
The two sides fought fiercely back and forth, and they actually adapted the story of the Liangshan heroes attacking Daming Mansion into the story of the Chaozhou heroes fighting against Zeng Yiben.
Of course, it ended with Zeng Yiben being beaten to great joy.
Master Zhao exclaimed, "Wow! The people of Chaozhou really keep up with the times and don't stick to the old rules."
"How is it? Is my adaptation of 'A Book of Thieves' worthy of your comment, sir?" Wu Chengen appeared beside Master Zhao at some point.
"Funny talk is not nonsense, and change is not fabrication." Mr. Zhao said to Old Wu earnestly.
"Why this sentence again?" Wu Cheng'en asked curiously.
"I didn't expect that you could write Yingge dance. You are really good at both literature and art." Zhao Hao laughed and asked, "Where is my father?"
"They are dancing the Yingge dance there, can't you see it, sir?" Wu Cheng'en pointed to the 108 generals who were celebrating their victory in the front.
"They're all covered in grease paint and wearing costumes, how can I tell the difference?" Zhao Hao pouted, but still tried hard to tell them apart.
After all, he was his biological father, so Master Zhao had to use a lot of effort to recognize him. "Could it be that Xiaoyi Heisaburo?"
"Yes, your father played the role of Song Jiang, the Timely Rain." Wu Cheng'en nodded with a smile.
"He really can let go of his pride..." Master Zhao couldn't help but admire him.
"Dong Weng said that Song Jiang's name is Gongming, so he, Zhao Gongming, should play the role." Wu Chengen smiled and said, "Besides, since he is playing a 'thief', who else can lead the heroes to fight the pirates?"
"Hmm." Zhao Hao smiled bitterly and nodded, "It does look like..." in every sense.
"Sir, don't underestimate this performance. This is a brilliant move." Wu Chengen lowered his voice and laughed, "Yingge dance has a very high status in the hearts of Chaoshan people. Not just anyone can play Song Jiang. You have to be recognized by the people and be regarded as one of their own."
"You have to be humble enough to do this." Pan Zhongxian also came over after hearing the news and interrupted with a convinced look, "When I was in Kunshan, I didn't think much of Zhao Zhuangyuan. I didn't expect that the strong wind reveals the strong grass. After arriving in Chaozhou, he not only shared the same robes with the people, but also shared the same joys with the people. It's amazing that he was able to gain the support of the people of Chaozhou so quickly!"
"Really..." Zhao Hao's nose was slightly sour when he heard this. He remembered the nerd who was cheated by the pawnshop owner in Jinling. He couldn't connect him with Mr. Zhao mentioned by Old Pan and Old Wu.
It seems that the saying "When you are away for three days, you should look at each other with new eyes" is absolutely true. My father has finally grown up...
Zhao Hao took a deep breath and touched the corners of his eyes with relief, yet he also felt a little lost.
"Son, son, you're here at last!" At this time, the large group dance ended. Master Zhao, whose face was as red as the bottom of a pot, ran over after hearing the news, and hugged Zhao Hao in his arms, looking extremely happy.
"I miss you so much, Dad. I thought I would never see you again in this life." He started to cry and said, "You don't know how scary it was during those days when the pirates attacked the city..."
Young Master Zhao subconsciously tried to break free, but then he heard Second Master Zhao grinning and saying, "It hurts, it hurts!"
Only then did he realize that he had an arm hanging under his costume. Master Zhao was speechless. Dancing the Yingge dance with only one arm? What the hell?
Well, it still tastes the same, nothing has changed...
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There was also a celebration banquet at noon, but Mr. Zhao would not attend it with his father as usual. Unless the target was Zhang's idol, Mr. Zhao was still very resistant to being a generation shorter than him.
He sent his disciples to attend the celebration banquet, and he himself came to Songcuo Lane, not far from the government office, where the future Southeast Hospital would be located.
Of course, the medical conditions were far from comparable to those of Jiangnan Hospital, which had been developing for several years. Not only were all kinds of medical equipment and supplies in short supply, but there was not even a large distiller for making medical alcohol, let alone iodine.
But this did not pose a problem for the doctors of that era. They used local materials, such as splashing lime water and realgar wine to disinfect the wards. They also regularly mixed mugwort with other medicinal herbs and set them on fire to fumigate the wards.
When Zhao Hao came in, he smelled the strong smell of lime, realgar and wormwood, which was really pungent at first.
"Sir, please bear with me." Seeing him coughing, the head of the medical team heading south, future Southeast Hospital president Pang Xian, came out with several directors to greet him. "This is a newly established hospital, and we have limited means of disinfection. We can only use whatever means we can."
Zhao Hao took a large mask from Secretary Ma and put it on. He gradually recovered and asked, "How is the effect?"
"At least it can repel mosquitoes and moisture." Pang Xian said modestly.
"We should move the Jiangnan Hospital here as soon as possible." Zhao Hao said with emotion: "If the Jiangnan Hospital was here, we would be able to save a lot more people in this Chaozhou defense battle."
"President Pang has done an excellent job." Pan Zhongxian, who came with him, said with great admiration: "When we were fighting against the Japanese invaders, I saw with my own eyes that the soldiers who survived the knife and gun wounds were lucky. If the wounds were a little bigger, most of them would have died."
“But the injured sent to Songcuo Lane, except for those with vital injuries and excessive blood loss, can basically survive after treatment in the hospital.” Pan Zhongxian said with a shocked look on his face: “It is true that a good teacher produces good students. The medical skills of these senior students have already been passed down by the three great doctors!”
"Our medical skills were indeed taught by our master, but our master admits that it was science that gave our Ming Dynasty medicine a new lease of life and achieved achievements far beyond those of previous generations." Pang Xian was able to become the head of a hospital at such a young age, and there must be a reason for that. He looked at Zhao Hao with admiration and said, "It was you who invented the microscope, which allowed us to peek into the world of microorganisms and understand the principles of bacterial disease-causing, which is how we can effectively prevent infection."
"Prevent infection?" Pan Zhongxian asked curiously, "What are germs?"
To be honest, although he was the chief instructor of Jiangnan Academy, his focus was always on the imperial examinations and he had no great interest in science.
Old people always instinctively reject new things, probably because new things will undermine their experience advantage...
This was not bad for Pan Zhongxian. At least after seeing the power of science with his own eyes, he was convinced and humbly sought advice.
"For example, two people both have fractures, but one is an open wound...that is, the bone is exposed. In that case, it is very difficult for the patient to recover, the wound will fester and fester, and amputation is the only option. Because if the amputation is not done in time, the poison will spread throughout the body." The speaker was Li Lunming's favorite disciple Chen Shigong.
Although he is not yet 20 years old, he has been studying medicine with Li Lunming for ten years since he was young, and now he is already an excellent surgeon. Otherwise, Li Lunming would not have let him go south with him to serve as the chief surgeon of the Southeast Hospital.
With Zhao Hao, a young boss, there was no way for the Jiangnan Group to discriminate against young people. Besides, Chen Shigong was a skilled doctor, and his attainments in medical science were even deeper than his master's, so Master Zhao readily agreed to Pang Xian's suggestion for his appointment.
"And if the bone has not pierced the flesh, that is, there is no wound, we just need to reposition and reconnect it, and the patient's condition will improve soon and basically he will recover." The young man in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses talked eloquently, making Zhao Hao feel like he had traveled back to a hospital four hundred years later.
"The reason is that the former's wound was exposed to the air, causing bacterial infection. The latter had no wound, so naturally there was no way for it to be infected." Chen Shigong said calmly: "Then think about it the other way around. As long as we have a way to kill the bacteria, can't we prevent infection?"
"Is that so..." Pan Zhongxian nodded, not quite understanding, and asked, "Then how can we prevent infection?"
"We boil the surgical instruments with boiling water and disinfect the patient's wound with disinfectant, which can basically kill most of the germs." Pang Xian took over Xiao Chen's words and answered vaguely. He thought he would have to remind him later that this was a hospital secret and could not be told to outsiders.
"What do you use to disinfect?" Zhao Hao did not agree with Pang Xian's idea. He always believed that medicine was not a subject like other subjects, and should not be cherished. Otherwise, fewer people would be saved. Of course, this person refers to the people of the Ming Dynasty, not foreigners...
"It's still alcohol." Pang Xian had no choice but to answer honestly.
"Didn't they say there is no production equipment?" Zhao Hao asked puzzledly.
"Didn't you teach us to adapt to local conditions and be self-reliant?" Pang Xian said with a smug smile, "We can just renovate the liquor shops in the city and get some alcohol by distilling liquor, and use it for disinfecting medical equipment and surgeries."
"But the alcohol content of medical alcohol must be around 75 degrees. Whether it's higher or lower, it will greatly affect the effect, right?" Zhao Hao asked, "You don't have an alcohol meter here, right?"
In fact, the principle of the alcohol meter is very simple. It is made based on the principle that the floating body sinks into the wine and displaces different volumes of wine according to different alcohol concentrations and specific gravities.
Therefore, the higher the concentration of the wine, the more the alcohol meter sinks and the smaller the specific gravity; conversely, the lower the concentration of the wine, the less the alcohol meter sinks and the greater the specific gravity.
But the problem is the same as the thermometer, that is, although it is not difficult to make, but to ensure accuracy, it must be made larger. So until now, Jiangnan Precision Instrument Factory still cannot make a human body thermometer and is still struggling to improve its manufacturing process.
They couldn't even make such an important instrument as a human body thermometer, let alone miniaturize an obscure instrument like an alcohol meter. In the alcohol manufacturing workshop of Jiangnan Hospital, a half-person-high alcohol meter was used to inject 20 kilograms of alcohol to get a degree.
Such a large glass device is naturally difficult to transport by land, and Chaozhou does not have so much alcohol for measurement. Therefore, the medical team did not bring an alcohol meter when they went south.
"This?" Pang Xian glanced at Pan Zhongxian awkwardly and whispered, "Isn't there Pan Butang?"
"Oh, right." Zhao Hao frowned. How could he have forgotten this? That was a human precision instrument that could even measure the grade of an ore!
ps.School starts on Monday. The adults are secretly happy, but the children are so stressed that they have emotional breakdowns. They cry while doing their homework, and wish they could stop being human and become cats, dogs, or even bees. That way they don’t have to go to school… So please bear with me. You can only relax with your children and wait until they fall asleep before you can write with peace of mind.
There will be a second chapter, but it will be very late. I will read it tomorrow morning.