Pan Jixun had been hospitalized in Jiangnan Hospital before, so Pang Xian naturally knew that Pan Butang had extraordinary strengths - his taste system was extremely sensitive.
All Pan Jixun had to do was taste the medical alcohol he brought from Jiangnan once, and then he would be able to accurately judge whether the alcohol they distilled was of high or low alcohol content.
"In order to verify the accuracy, we also obtained the consent of the Minister and conducted a double-blind experiment." Pang Xian said with great admiration: "We put the two portions of medical alcohol we brought together with the 18 portions of alcohol of different degrees in a random order, and Minister Pan was able to find the correct one every time."
"I was wondering why he was drunk every day, and I thought my third brother was drinking to drown his sorrows!" Pan Zhongzhan suddenly realized and finally solved the case.
"We just wanted him to have a taste, we didn't expect him to drink it all in one gulp." Pang Xian complained, "Later, we were afraid that he would get drunk, so we changed to the smallest one-cent cup! He even thought we were stingy and asked people to buy wine on the street."
"Alright, alright, don't do this kind of thing anymore." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "You are really extravagant to use a second-rank minister as a wine treasury."
"It's to save the lives of the soldiers." Pang Xian hurriedly apologized, "There are times when we have to make decisions..."
"Ahhh!" Before he finished speaking, screams like a pig being slaughtered were heard in the ward.
"Is this an operation?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but wonder, "No anesthesia?"
Another important reason why the recovery rate of the wounded is so high this time is the introduction of anesthesia surgery.
Medical alcohol and concentrated sulfuric acid can be heated to produce an excellent anesthetic, ether, which is much more reliable than anesthetic powder, knockout drug, etc.
The importance of surgical anesthesia is self-evident. It not only relieves the patient's pain, but also makes major surgeries possible. How could Mr. Zhao, who is afraid of death and pain, not develop such an important life-saving magic weapon in advance?
In the alcohol production workshop of Jiangnan Hospital, ether was produced three years ago. After nearly two years of repeated exploration, it entered clinical trials a year ago. Hundreds of operations have been successfully performed so far... Of course, most of them are minor operations such as tooth extraction and bone setting. The reliability and safety have been verified.
This is really good news for the wounded soldiers!
Since Southeast Hospital prepared alcohol, it was impossible for them not to also prepare ether. For doctors, with reliable anesthesia, it would be much easier to pull out an arrow or remove a bullet. They no longer had to do it like slaughtering a pig every time.
So Master Zhao felt very strange when he heard the howling sound like a pig being slaughtered.
"All surgeries are performed under anesthesia." Pang Xian said somewhat embarrassedly: "Maybe the anesthesia wore off. Or maybe the nurse was changing the dressing on the patient."
"Oh?" Zhao Hao gently pushed open the door of the ward, and saw a dozen injured patients with their heads bandaged and legs hanging lying on the long bunk.
The scream came from the wounded soldier closest to him. Wang Gangdan, the head nurse of Southeast Hospital and the younger brother of Wang Tiedan, the head nurse of Jiangnan Hospital, was disinfecting his injured testicles with alcohol cotton.
Every time he wiped it, the wounded soldier screamed in pain, which frightened the wounded soldiers beside him. Some of them even shivered in their blankets in the middle of summer, like lambs in a cocoon.
If you don’t know, you might think this is not a ward but a silkworm room.
"Believe it or not, I will beat you to death!" The wounded soldier was in great pain and spoke without thinking to Wang Gangdan.
"Go ahead and hit me." Wang Gangdan is 1.85 meters tall, with muscles all over his body and a lot of protective hair. He is not afraid of intimidation at all.
"Untie me!" the wounded soldier cried out. It turned out that in order to prevent the wounded from struggling, their hands and feet were tied tightly to their chests with cloth tape before the dressing was changed. The injured part had to be held down tightly by a strong nurse before a dressing change could be completed.
"..." Zhao Hao couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that the first nurses had to be men. At least until more advanced disinfectants appeared, Mr. Zhao would be able to realize his dream of replacing all nurses with girls.
Well, it has to be pink, and paired with white stockings.
Hey, what are you thinking about!
After calming himself down, he sighed and said, "Disinfecting with alcohol really hurts."
"But it's effective. We'll just have to bear with it until we have a painless disinfectant." After Pang Xian finished speaking, he and Chen Shigong looked at Zhao Hao with hope. For something like this, they could only hope that Young Master Zhao would make a breakthrough.
Mr. Zhao had a headache. Iodine is easy to prepare, but it is also highly irritating. Four hundred years later, hospitals all use iodine tincture, which is not irritating because it uses water as a solvent. But iodine itself is insoluble in water and must be processed through special processes. Mr. Zhao didn't know what to do!
As for the other surgical disinfectants, mercurochrome and gentian violet are not very effective and are also not available for production. Hydrogen peroxide can be produced in the laboratory without any problems. It can be produced by electrolyzing 60% sulfuric acid and then hydrolyzing it. However, there is no clue on how to produce it industrially.
It seems that the only thing we can look forward to now is carbolic acid. Carbolic acid is phenol, which, as the name suggests, can be extracted from coal tar obtained by dry distillation of coal. Because of its simple preparation, it is the earliest surgical disinfectant used in modern medicine.
But Mr. Zhao's knowledge of chemistry was limited to middle school textbooks. He remembered that the high school chemistry textbook said that adding caustic soda solution to coal tar would cause phenol and sodium hydroxide to react to form sodium phenolate that is soluble in water. But coal tar is insoluble in water, so sodium phenolate can be obtained by liquid separation. After liquid separation, adding hydrochloric acid can generate phenol. Phenol is slightly soluble in water, so it can still be separated by liquid separation.
However, this method is extremely inefficient and is limited to extracting phenol in small quantities from coal tar in the laboratory. As for how to produce it in large quantities, Mr. Zhao only has the innate ability to copy the knowledge of his previous life. He has never even seen it, so what can he do?
But Zhao Hao was too generous to these doctors. He gave them whatever skills he could and never kept anything to himself. This made them more dependent on him than other departments. They counted on him to solve any problems they encountered. Did they really think Mr. Zhao was a blue fat man?
"Let me think of a way." But in the end he sighed and took on the task for Institute 04.
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After leaving the general ward, Zhao Hao came to the high-ranking cadre ward specially set up for Pan Jixun in the backyard.
As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Pan Jixun lying on a rolled-up mattress, writing and drawing while applying hot compress on his butt.
"My goodness, I didn't realize it was so white!" Young Master Zhao couldn't help but gasp. "Such a dark face..."
"You are not as good as me. If you don't believe me, I will tell you." Pan Butang was indeed an extraordinary person. He showed his face to others without changing his expression. He even had the mood to argue with Zhao Hao. "You kid finally showed up?"
"I heard that the minister was injured, so I hurried to visit him." Zhao Hao sat down beside him with a smile and asked, "Why is the injury so unique? Didn't I hear that only deserters would get hip injuries?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Pan Jixun rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'll never be a deserter even if I die!"
"At that time, Zeng Yiben buried a lot of gunpowder under the west wall, which blew up the wall." Pang Xian explained for him: "The minister was not afraid and faced the explosion directly. As a result, he was accidentally knocked to the ground and sat on the wall."
"Damn it, I just sat on a bunch of broken bricks. I'm so unlucky this year!" Pan Jixun cursed in a bad mood.
"Is the injury serious?" Zhao Hao asked his attending physician Chen Shigong.
"It was quite serious. He couldn't move at the time. We sent him in for a checkup and found that he had a sprained joint between the sacrum and coccyx, and a fractured coccyx." Xiao Chen pointed at Pan Butang's buttocks and explained, "It has been reset now, but the coccyx is partially inflamed and still has some pain."
"Bullshit! What do you mean it must hurt? My whole butt hurts!" Pan Jixun shouted angrily, "And I have to do hot compresses in this position every day. It's so embarrassing!"
"Oh." Zhao Hao nodded. It turned out that Pan Butang still had a sense of shame.
"You must cooperate with our treatment. It will be fine after the inflammation subsides after a while." Chen Shigong warned him, "If you don't cooperate with the treatment and the wound doesn't heal properly, the pain will continue. At that time, there will be no other way except to remove your coccyx!"
"No way, I won't do that. How can I lose a bone?" Pan Jixun covered his buttocks in fear. He accidentally touched the injured area and grimaced in pain.
Seeing that Lao Pan was as afraid of pain as he was, Zhao Hao couldn't help but laugh and said, "Minister, just be happy that there are no wounds left. Otherwise, you would doubt your life if you disinfected it with alcohol every day."
"I heard it..." Pan Jixun said with a sympathetic tone, "Every time we change the dressing, there will be loud screams in the ward in front!"
Zhao Hao then realized that this was the second time Pan Jixun had been hospitalized for his father's case. He felt a little guilty and ordered in a deep voice: "Do your best to treat Bu Tang. Don't worry about the cost. Use the best medicine!"
"Yes." Pang Xian replied hurriedly in a deep voice. As he spoke, he remembered something and said, "Oh, sir, Chaoshan people often use a medicine called 'Zhangzhou Babao Dan', which is said to have the effect of promoting tissue regeneration, healing sores, and cooling down and relieving inflammation."
"Remove jaundice?" Master Zhao didn't understand for a moment.
"Oh, in the Chaozhou dialect of southern Fujian, all inflammations are collectively called 'huang'. The locals say that the Babaodan is magical. Cutting it open and eating a piece can reduce inflammation and reduce huang, so it is also called..."
"Pian Zai Huang!" Zhao Hao blurted out.
"That's the name. Young Master really knows everything." Pang Xian exclaimed sincerely, "The injured have been asking for Pien Tze Huang. We have never had any experience with Pien Tze Huang before, so we didn't dare to hastily agree to let them use the medicine."
"Let them eat it, the effect should be good." Zhao Hao said with a smile: "Also give a few tablets to the minister, it is most suitable for his mild illness."
"But don't drink alcohol when taking this medicine," he warned again.
"What's the matter? Will it affect the efficacy of the medicine or will the medicinal properties counteract each other?" Pan Jixun asked.
"No, it is said that this thing can help sober you up, so you drank it in vain, didn't you?" Young Master Zhao laughed.
Everyone wanted to laugh, but they could only smile. Although Pan Jixun, the former Prime Minister of Hecao, should be the most lowly second-rank official, he was still a serious official! With such an identity, only the young master could talk and laugh with him without restraint.
It would be very rude if others laughed too.