Medicine is an extremely rigorous thing, and there is no room for slacking off.
Xiao Han can't be regarded as a doctor, he can only be regarded as an ordinary person with some medical knowledge. At this point, Old Man Hua should have the most say. In order to change this, he later forced Xiao Han to learn from him for a period of time, but later he had no choice but to give up.
There is no way, even though his apprentice is quite smart. There are also many amazing ideas, but the biggest shortcoming is that the personality is too out-of-the-box and lacks perseverance, which is precisely the biggest enemy of doctors.
Just when Xiao Han ran back to sleep last night, Sun Simiao, who had not rested for a day and two nights, was still here.
When I felt really sleepy, I sat on a chair and squinted for a while. When I woke up, I continued to take the patient's pulse and observe his condition. And recorded all this in detail for future research.
This is a truly admirable doctor! Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that Sun Simiao will be passed down through the ages, and the incense of Yaowang Mountain will continue for thousands of years.
Leaving the extremely excited guard behind, Xiao Han entered the house alone. As soon as I entered the door, I first saw a small circle of people gathered inside.
There are Yuan Dake, Ye Lu, and several doctors who have been here. Sun Simiao is helping sort out the detailed process of the epidemic.
Not wanting to disturb them, Xiao Han tiptoed behind them, stretched his neck and looked inside.
Sun Simiao wrote, and people around him kept adding words and additions. The rows of small characters are written on the slightly yellowed rice paper like flowing clouds and flowing water. They are extremely beautiful and cannot be compared with Xiao Han's snow-mud chicken feet!
Glancing enviously at the brush in Sun Simiao's hand, Xiao Han turned around and looked to the side.
I don’t know how long these people have been writing. Anyway, there are a lot of written papers on the table, and they are all being spread out to dry the ink. Xiao Han glanced at it and saw that all the processes of malaria from prevention to treatment were recorded in detail!
These are different from the minimalist recording style of other books. They record everything in great detail! Even the living environment of mosquitoes and flies, as well as what birds can prey on mosquitoes and flies, are recorded. With this information, if malaria occurs again somewhere in the future, local officials only need to follow the script and prescribe medicine, and there is no chance of any mistakes.
Sun Simiao wrote very seriously, and the people around him also supplemented it very seriously, and they didn't even notice Xiao Han's arrival. It was not until after burning the incense that Sun Simiao wrote the last word on the paper that he saw Xiao Han with his neck stretched out.
"Eh? Xiao Hou, when did you come?" Sun Simiao rubbed his eyes and asked Xiao Han.
Xiao Han laughed and said: "Oh, I just came, I just came. I was thinking about the condition here last night, and ended up getting up late..."
He had no shame in saying that he was so sleepy that he quickly borrowed what Pei Ji said that morning and used it, since no one could expose it anyway.
As soon as he said this, it was just as he thought. No one despised him for being lazy, but instead attracted concern from the people around him.
"Xiao Hou has worked hard..."
"Xiao Hou is indeed the pillar of the country..."
"..."
It's good to care, but listening to these words is just another copy of Xiao Han's compliment to Pei Ji that morning!
But at the beginning, Xiao Han was complimenting Pei Ji while scolding him in his heart. He didn't know if the smiling man felt the same as himself.
Sun Simiao stood up and smiled as he watched Xiao Han and the people around him return the favor one by one. Then he gathered the papers on the table, handed them to Xiao Han and said, "Haha, you came just in time! Come and take a look at what we recorded. Is there anything missing?"
"Okay! Okay!" Xiao Han chuckled and took the stack of papers, flipping through them casually. He had already read almost everything at the back, and there was nothing to add at all. At this time, it was just a show. .
The stack of papers quickly turned to the last page. When Xiao Han saw the signature, he suddenly frowned. After thinking for a while, he reached for the pen, crossed out his name on the signature line, and wrote Sun Simiao's name at the first place. After a pause, he wrote the names of Yuan Dake, Zhang Bao, and Ye Lu at the top. Then he carefully dried the ink and handed it to Sun Simiao: "Here, that's it!"
Sun Simiao subconsciously took the paper and asked with some surprise: "Xiao Hou, what are you doing?"
Xiao Han laughed and said: "Daozhang Sun, you don't understand! You see, this can be said to be a prescription for curing diseases. If the signature is me, then when you go to other places, people will inevitably mutter in their hearts: This unknown person Who is this guy? Can you trust what he writes?! In this way, it would be great if a ten-point recipe can be used at eight points!
And if it were you, Daochang Sun, people would naturally be convinced. This recipe might be used more carefully than us! Therefore, in order to promote this good remedy smoothly, you have to do your part! "
Xiao Han finished with a smile, which seemed to make sense, but everyone present was a human spirit, so how could he not see the hidden meaning in it?
Yuan Dake's cheeks on the side moved. Just as he was about to speak, he was 'accidentally' touched by Ye Lu next to him. The words in his mouth were not uttered after all.
Although I don’t know why Xiao Han doesn’t want this huge contribution, they really need it! Not for promotion and wealth, but just to not put the blame of the plague on myself.
Sun Simiao has always been very indifferent to fame and fortune, so naturally he will not care about a signature! After giving Xiao Han a thoughtful look, he handed these compiled things to Yuan Dake. After all, he still needed to arrange for someone to send them to Chang'an.
The matter was decided happily, and everyone, who was either happy or confused, went about their business, and Sun Simiao walked out with Xiao Han.
At this time, more than half of the people in the courtyard outside were gone. Some family members who came to pick up the patients saw Sun Simiao and came over to kowtow to him. Then, with Sun Simiao's comfort, they walked out the door wiping their tears.
Not wanting to ask people to come over and kowtow all the time, Sun Simiao and Xiao Han walked from the corridor beside the front yard to the backyard. This area had been sorted out separately and specially used for extracting mugwort juice.
Moreover, the equipment has been changed from a simple twisting cloth to something similar to oil pressing. Use it to squeeze out the juice hidden in the innermost part of the mugwort, and it will probably be more effective than before.
The laborers were tired after a long night, so they all went to rest. The huge backyard was empty, except for Sun Simiao and Xiao Han.
"Daozhang Sun, is this malaria really cured?" Xiao Han looked at no one around and asked Sun Simiao the question in his heart.
In fact, he has been wondering since just now. They say that illness comes like a mountain falling and illness goes away like a thread spinning. How could malaria, which had killed so many people, be cured overnight?
Sun Simiao picked up a handful of squeezed wormwood from the ground, put it in his hands and slowly twisted it. After all the dry grass clippings fell to the ground, he said to Xiao Han: "It's not that fast, but now I can find a way to do it." It’s an effective method, and the cure only takes a short time.”
"Then why not let them stay here?"
"Staying here is the same as letting them go home, and here, they always feel isolated. When they go back home, they won't have so many suspicious thoughts, and they can recover faster!"
