Yan Shiyue took a few steps back.
She didn't want to listen to people quarreling. Besides, they had just come down from a bloody battlefield and were just looking for an excuse to vent.
She listened attentively to what the people at Jishitang said:
"There is rust on the wound... It must be because we are close to the sea and the weather is humid, so the weapons are rusted."
"Yes, it was like this before. The weapons were dirty, so whenever I was injured by them, I would easily get a fever..."
She stared at the rough way these people bandaged the wound, and then looked at the red face of the wounded soldier at her feet.
She suddenly bent down and touched the young man's forehead with her fingertips.
The young man next to him was startled: "What are you doing! I said you wanted to beat me up!"
Yan Shiyue ignored him.
He was indeed having a fever, and the wound was not cleaned properly, so he had a fever...
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...
Yan Shiyue turned around and trotted away.
Zhou Zhan thought she was angry, but he didn't have time to comfort her at the moment. He held his forehead and went back to work.
As soon as Yan Shiyue returned, he took Wei Bojia and a few others directly to the town, and then asked people to transport some Yingxiong wine as quickly as possible, and at the same time asked people to buy quicklime.
It is written in Compendium of Materia Medica that strong liquor can be used to heal external injuries, but Compendium of Materia Medica was written in the Ming Dynasty. Nowadays, the treatment of external injuries is still at the stage of washing with clean water, which is definitely not thorough. Even strong liquor can cause problems, let alone clean water?
The wound can also be cleaned with saline solution, but to be on the safe side, she wanted to give the butterfly alcohol.
Using alcohol to clean the wound will kill most bacteria. Although it is really painful, you have no choice but to make do with it if there is no iodine.
Jia and a few others around her have always had great confidence in her reliability in doing things. In addition, Huo Qijing is here, and he already has his own people here. Once they are contacted, they will be sent over quickly.
To make alcohol from wine, you can use the direct distillation method. Put the liquor in a container and heat it. The container is covered with a lid. The water mist produced by heating is anhydrous alcohol. The water droplets formed by the water vapor on the lid are also anhydrous alcohol.
However, the above method can only purify alcohol to about 90%. Then the alcohol and water mixture is distilled by adding quicklime, and the extracted fraction is anhydrous ethanol.
In fact, alcohol with too high a concentration is not suitable. Medical alcohol is generally 75% in concentration, and she also prepared it at around 75%.
When Yan Chengyuan sent someone to find her, she had already prepared a lot of them, so she gave them to the person to take back.
Yan Chengyuan was inspecting the military clinic when he saw Zhou Zhan and his men carrying several jars in. They said, "This was made by Her Highness. She said it's called alcohol and can be used to clean wounds. It's very painful, but if you use this to clean wounds and then apply medicine, you won't have a serious fever."
Yan Chengyuan was slightly startled.
The people who heard it nearby were also startled, and then someone asked the people from Jishitang: "Alcohol, what is this?"
Among the people who came from Jishitang was an old doctor with a white beard. He straightened up and said, "I don't know either. I have never heard of it. But my master has said that my uncle is a genius. What she knows is not something we can understand, but we can trust what my uncle does."
Everyone looked at each other.
Yan Chengyuan said in a deep voice: "Fu Yan is not a person who shoots without a purpose, who is willing to give it a try?"
"Let me do it," one of them rolled up his sleeves and came over, saying, "Let me try."
His injury was not serious, just a wound on his arm, but it was obviously caused by a blunt object, and the wound was bloody and mangled. This kind of injury is very easy to cause fever.
Yan Chengyuan nodded, and someone came forward to treat him. When the alcohol was poured on him, the man shuddered, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. After the wound was cleaned and bandaged, the man was still gritting his teeth.
The person next to him asked, "Does it hurt?"
He said, "It hurts!"
"How much does it hurt?"
He said, "It hurts more than when I was injured."
After saying this, everyone around him groaned. The man endured it for a moment, but then said, "But I believe in Lady Fu! She can even cure smallpox, let alone external injuries!"
"That's right!" Someone said, "I'll come too!"
As soon as the alcohol was poured on him, the man screamed in pain: "This hurts more than rubbing salt!"
Yan Chengyuan didn't care anymore and walked out.
In the end, many people used this "alcohol", but many others did not use it because they either did not believe Yan Shiyue or were frightened by their screams of pain.
Yan Shiyue and his men worked all night long.
Somehow Bai got the news and came to help with a few military families.
Alcohol was continuously delivered to the military clinic. When Yan Chengyuan came to see him in the morning, the military doctor in charge said with surprise, "Sir, you really don't have a fever! Those who cleaned their wounds with alcohol yesterday didn't have a fever!"
Yan Chengyuan was not surprised and nodded.
As long as they don't have a fever, those with minor injuries can leave the military clinic and even continue to fight on the battlefield! This way, a big problem is solved.
Those who didn’t use it yesterday immediately regretted it and rushed over to ask for it.
This bitter battle lasted all night and a day. When Yan Shiwei came down from the battlefield, his body was covered in blood and his shoulders and legs were injured.
The injury was not serious, so he did not bother the military doctor. He just undressed in the tent and asked his personal soldiers to bandage him casually.
But the personal soldier asked: "General, do you want to wash it with alcohol?"
Yan Shiwei asked: "What alcohol?"
The personal soldier chattered a lot, and Yan Shiwei asked him to get a jar and use it. As soon as he poured it on him, he shuddered and instantly felt refreshed.
Yan Shiwei watched his personal soldiers apply medicine to him and said, "This stuff is really strong." He shook his arms and asked, "Where's my sister?"
Yan Shiyue had just woken up from a short nap and was busy again with his people.
Seeing him coming, Yan Shiyue jumped over and said, "Brother!"
Yan Shiwei had obviously changed his clothes, but he still exuded the murderous aura brought from the battlefield.
She held his arm and looked him up and down: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay," Yan Shiwei said with a smile, "I'm fine, A Jing is fine too, but my sister has worked hard."
Yan Shiyue's hand touched the bandage wrapped around his arm, and her eyes reddened. She rushed over and hugged him, "Brother, you must be careful. You have been lazy for so many years. You must love me for at least a hundred years in the future, and I will let you go."
Yan Shiwei was stunned for a moment, then his heart softened, and he gently rubbed her head: "Brother knows, don't worry."
She nodded and let go of his hand. "Then go back and rest quickly. I'm still busy."
Yan Shiwei came in and took a look around, then asked, "Should I ask someone to come over and help?"
"Okay," Yan Shiyue thought for a moment, "The soldiers all need to rest, you can ask those camp servants to come and help."
Yan Shiwei raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but didn't. He just nodded. After a while, those people came over, and there were dozens of them.
These people are used to doing the work, and this job is actually not tiring. Yan Shiyue first seriously emphasized the confidentiality policy before starting to teach.
After being taught several times, he quickly got the hang of it. Yan Shiyue watched from the side and emphasized the key points twice, and then he was able to do it like this.
Only Lin Ruping was raised like a delicate young lady and had never done such a job. Others couldn't stand her and didn't want to work with her.
She held the wine jar in both hands and poured it into the pot. When she had poured half of it, her hand slipped and the jar hit her foot. Lin Ruping cried out in pain and rubbed her foot. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell drop by drop onto the ground.
Someone couldn't help but curse: "There's not a single male in the yard, who are you pretending to be so coquettish for?"
"It's already this hour and you're still acting like a spoiled brat!"
Lin Ruping's shoulders shook and she began to cry, very sadly.
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