When Su Qingluan saw the extremely slender silver needle that was different from the impression she had, she realized: her brain was amused. After traveling for a long time, she even forgot some of the basic settings of those messy costume TV series and movies she had watched in her previous life. .
An ancient doctor said that the "needle" must not be an embroidery needle, nor the syringe used by modern nurses or the needle for hanging water, but the silver needle of acupuncture!
Mu Xingzhi turned the wheelchair to the side of the Arhat's bed and told Su Qingluan, "Bring the candlestick over there."
At this time, Su Qingluan didn't want to be talkative, so he obediently brought the candle aside and worked diligently. Seeing Mu Xingzhi waving to her, she bent over and saw a silver needle pulled out from somewhere, passing it back and forth over the flames a few times.
Su Qingluan thought to herself that people at this time still had the awareness of "disinfection", which was quite advanced. As soon as she thought of this, Mu Xingxia slapped her in the face with a sudden movement - he took out a handkerchief from his arms, unfolded it carefully, and wiped the hair that was a little swollen by the tongue of fire with the part near the inside. The black tip of the needle needs to be acupunctured on Su Xueyan.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Su Qingluan quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Your silver needle has been roasting on the fire for a long time. Now that it's been wiped with your handkerchief, isn't it roasted in vain?"
Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows, looked at his new white silk handkerchief, glanced at Su Qingluan's eyebrows that were raised and frowning, a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes, and he asked calmly: "What am I doing here?" The veil was just washed today, so why is it 'baked in white'?"
Su Qingluan said in her heart that you also said it was "washed today" instead of "washed just now", and the "washing" process in this era definitely did not add any disinfectants and antibacterial agents such as August 4th, and she didn't think so. This silk, which looks delicate at first glance, is washed at high temperatures.
Therefore, from the perspective of medical disinfection, this level of "cleaning" can be regarded as a waste of time.
However, Su Qingluan had neither the means nor the magical time to have a long discussion with Mu Xingzhi about what "disinfection at the microscopic level" was. However, she was afraid that the disinfection would not be in place. If she continued to prick it, let alone whether her sister's cold was better or not. A tetanus or something would be a bad thing. There is no tetanus vaccine for her to take here!
In desperation, Su Qingluan didn't care about politeness. In desperation, she reached out and grabbed Mu Xingzhi's wrist that was about to apply the acupuncture: "Anyway, after you wiped it with that handkerchief, the needle became dirty again. ! You can't use this needle to prick my sister! Where can I get treatment if I get tetanus!"
There is no sulbactam or amoxicillin these days!
Mu Xingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly: he was very sure that what Su Qingluan said was "tetanus", and judging from her tone, it was obvious that it was completely different from the cold caused by external wind evil.
And Su Qingluan's tone was very certain. Recalling her previous attitude towards Ye Mingzhu as if she was facing an enemy, it was difficult for Mu Xingzhi to regard the seemingly incomprehensible words of the girl in front of him as nonsense.
"But what should we do now?" Mu Xingzhi simply suppressed some doubts in his heart and asked calmly, "Before each acupuncture, the silver needle must be roasted on the fire, but as long as The tip of the needle will be blackened."
Su Qingluan naturally knew this, and also knew that the reason why this kind of needle turns black is entirely because the iron inside is oxidized into iron oxide when it encounters air!
In fact, the iron oxide formed by high-temperature baking will not cause superficial wound infection, so if you use such a needle to prick a pimple or something, you don't have to worry about it. However, Su Qingluan was not sure where the TCM acupuncture would go under the skin and whether iron oxide would enter the blood circulation system.
"I can use other methods to suppress your sister's condition for the time being, but in the end, it is necessary to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause, and I still need to use acupuncture." Mu Xingzhi's calm words rang in Su Qingluan's ears.
Su Qingluan turned around and asked, "How long can it be suppressed?"
Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows: "Two or three hours, but there may be a rebound after that."
Su Qingluan fiddled with her sleeves unconsciously with her fingers, thinking quickly in her mind, and suddenly asked: "If we don't use other methods for the time being, how long should it take for acupuncture to be effective?"
"Of course, the sooner the better, especially within half an hour."
Su Qingluan suddenly raised his head and looked at Mu Xingzhi: "Please help me prepare a glass bowl or glass teacup that can withstand the burning of an open fire - one that can hold those silver needles, and also lend me this candlestick." one time."
Although Mu Xingzhi didn't know what she was going to do, he showed a slightly interested look in his eyes and turned around to get something as requested by Su Qingluan.
The wheelchair was rolled out about ten steps away. As if he remembered something, he stopped the wheelchair and lowered his eyes and asked: "I don't know what kind of glass cup can withstand the burning of flames."
Su Qingluan thought for a moment before entering the laboratory in junior high school in her last life. The teacher taught her how to distinguish between heatable and non-heatable glass, and said: "Those with obvious interfaces, bonding, and shaping are basically non-heatable. There are no joints, and the whole body is smooth and drawn into shape under high temperature, so it is not afraid of being burned.”
It's this feeling again... Mu Xingzhi's lowered eyes had an unbending look: She couldn't explain this kind of words, but she felt inexplicably confident.
...Maybe she doesn't want to say it?
However, Mu Xingzhi did not show any doubts in his heart. He just responded and went to find Liuli Zhan as Su Qingluan said.
"Oh, don't forget to bring a pair of chopsticks!" Su Qingluan added as she suddenly remembered that she would take out the long needle later. Then she turned her attention to her sister and the candlestick in her hand.
Although her sister no longer twitches, Su Qingluan also knows that the situation is not optimistic - because the little girl's breathing has been very heavy, which is heart-wrenching to listen to.
She had to move a little faster.
Su Qingluan just now discovered that this candlestick is very cleverly designed - there is a card slot for holding the pull, and there are three "little claws" of the same height and side by side in a triangle, so that three candles can be placed in one candlestick, increasing the lighting efficiency. .
The base of this candlestick is hollow, allowing melted candles to drip onto the chassis below. So Su Qingluan planned to transform this candlestick into a temporary "alcohol lamp".
After Su Qingluan inspected all the candles in the room, she selected a relatively short one, about the same length as her thumb, and took it to the bottom of the candlestick in front of her. into the trough, and after a moment place the candle upon it.
Soon, as the candle tears harden due to cold, the short length of the candle is fixed in the groove of the base where the candle tears are collected.
At this time, Mu Xingzhi also came back, holding a glass wine glass in his hand.
The color should be very beautiful, like white mist, but Su Qingluan had no intention of admiring it at all. She checked and found that it was indeed cooked glass, so she asked Mu Xingzhi for some water to fill the wine glass, and placed it on the triangular candlestick - just enough to hold it firmly.
Because the wine glass was very small, Su Qingluan noticed that the water in the wine glass was gradually boiling after a period of time that could barely hold a stick of incense, so he threw the silver needles that Mu Xingzhi wanted to use into it.
