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Entering the house, Yang Fan carefully explained all the details to Wu Zhao and what Changsun Wugou would say after he woke up.
After listening, Wu Zhao stared with two big eyes in disbelief, as if he wanted to find out whether Yang Fan really wanted to save people or was trying to be a hooligan.
Although she was a sickly beauty, the graceful and luxurious temperament of the lying woman made her jealous.
If she were a man, she would not be able to help but want to expose herself.
The Tang Dynasty was an open dynasty, but it was still in a feudal society, and the protection between men and women and Zhu Neo's theory still existed.
Looking at Wu Zhao who didn't believe him, Yang Fan had no choice but to reveal the other party's identity.
In the end, Wu Zhao had no choice but to glare at Yang Fan shyly and resentfully, and promised to do as he said.
After all, if your husband looked at the queen's butt and let the emperor know, he would be beheaded, the kind that would kill the nine tribes.
However, how did they know that even in a coma, some people can still hear sounds from the outside world subconsciously.
At this time, the originally peaceful eldest grandson Wugou frowned slightly and seemed to be struggling.
Soon, Yang Fan prepared alcohol, syringes, anti-allergic drugs, anti-inflammatory drugs and asthma drugs.
I did a skin test first and there was no allergic reaction.
People in this era did not take antibiotics, and penicillin was of course the best anti-inflammatory drug.
It sounds complicated, but it's actually very simple. Take off your pants - disinfect with alcohol - get an injection - put on your pants. Within a few minutes, the operation is completed.
But none of them noticed that during the injection, Changsun Wujia's jade-white face turned slightly red.
Waiting is the hardest time in the world.
Wu Zhao walked around the room uneasily, but Yang Fan looked indifferent.
He had already done what he had to do, and now he could only resign himself to fate.
I'm just a little worried. If Changsun Wugou wakes up later, Wu Zhao, a young man, will be able to fool this matter.
As the master of the harem, how could Changsun Wugou have a simple mind?
After a while, Changsun Wugou opened his eyes weakly.
Looking at the beautiful little girl beside the couch who was nagging and teasing him, Changsun Wugou didn't listen to a word at all, but looked at Yang Fan with complicated eyes from time to time.
On the contrary, Yang Fan was confused and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, women are indeed the most difficult animals in the world.
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As soon as the door opened, he saw Li Shimin clenching his hands and walking back and forth uneasily at the door of the room.
When Yang Fan came out, he seemed afraid that bad news would come out of his mouth.
"Mrs.-in-law has woken up. She is relatively weak and needs a good rest!"
After hearing what Yang Fan said, Li Shimin rushed in impatiently.
Sun Simiao next to him had a look of disbelief on his face. He took a deep look at Yang Fan again and couldn't help but ask:
"I wonder what kind of poison Madam was poisoned with? And I don't know what kind of treatment the Lord took?"
Sun Simiao was a medical fanatic. Whenever he met someone with better medical skills than him, or a prescription or folk remedy that he didn't understand, he would always try his best to ask for advice or get the prescription.
Therefore, he later wrote "Qianjin Prescription" based on this, which is known as China's earliest medical encyclopedia.
Yang Fan admired such a pure doctor. If it were him, there would be no way he could do it.
So he opened his mouth and explained:
"It's not really poisoning. It's just caused by inhaling too much pollen. My wife is allergic to this kind of pollen, which caused gas sickness and fainted."
Sun Simiao was stunned and couldn't help but ask:
"Human bodies become allergic when inhaling pollen. Why is this?"
Yang Fan is not a professional medical student, so he can only explain speciously:
"This... varies from person to person. Some people are allergic to pollen and will experience various symptoms such as itching, erythema, urticaria, eczema, and runny nose. In severe cases, they may even die."
Hearing this, Sun Simiao was thoughtful, and then suddenly realized, he couldn't help but bowed deeply and said:
"I see. Your Majesty is really well-informed, but he is ignorant and ignorant. I really learned a lesson this time. Thank you for clarifying my doubts."
This makes Yang Fan a little embarrassed. After all, when it comes to medical skills, he is basically just a bottle filled with two ounces of water, which makes a jingling sound when he walks.
Apart from having a little more knowledge, he doesn't know any medical skills at all.
In this era of information explosion, most people are aware of pollen allergies.
In the Tang Dynasty, the population is sparsely populated. Even if some people are allergic to pollen, they probably won't take it seriously and won't seek medical advice.
Even if someone dies due to severe allergies, there will be no written record left, and no reason can be found.
Sun Simiao probably lacked samples or had never been exposed to such patients, so he didn't know the symptoms of pollen allergy.
Seeing what he asked, Yang Fan answered carefully and seriously. Sun Simiao was even more curious about knowledge and asked again:
"I wonder how Sir Alex treats allergies?"
Even poor Taoists can treat qi diseases alone, but the results are definitely not as fast. I wonder if Sir Alex can clarify this?
This really stopped Yang Fan from asking!
If you tell him that the treatment is intramuscular injection of anti-allergic drugs, I wonder if he will understand.
Besides, he didn't know how to extract the anti-allergic medicine.
Had it not been for the systematic provision of drugs, he would not have been able to be treated.
Intramuscular injection can directly enter the blood through capillaries, while medicine must be absorbed by the stomach before entering the blood. The speed of the two is of course different.
How to explain it reasonably becomes a difficult problem.
After all, this is from a microscopic perspective, and there is no knowledge of microscopes or human anatomy.
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Fan decided to reveal some knowledge of Western medicine to Sun Simiao.
Whether he understands it or not is none of his business!
After all, Sun Simiao is a miracle doctor, and he also wants Sun Simiao to stay by his side!
With a person with excellent medical skills by his side, at least in this Tang Dynasty, where medical conditions are backward, he or his friends can have a certain degree of protection.
Although he has a golden finger, it is of no use if he cannot even diagnose the disease.
Just like this time, if I hadn't gotten it right, I wouldn't have known what medicine to use.
If you can keep Sun Simiao by your side, at least you will have an extra guarantee.
Next, Yang Fan explained some basic knowledge of Western medicine to Sun Simiao. They were all piecemeal medical common sense from previous lives. They were not systematic at all. They could only talk about whatever came to mind.
However, Sun Simiao was fascinated by what he heard, his eyes sparkling.
When Yang Fan finished speaking part of the story, Sun Simiao excitedly kowtowed directly:
"Sir, Sir, Simiao wants to become your teacher and learn medical skills from you. I hope you will make it happen."
Sun Simiao's medical skills have reached a bottleneck, and it can be said that there is no progress in this era.
The basic theories of Western medicine explained to him by Yang Fan opened a new medical window for him.
This was a brand new path. How could he not be ecstatic, so he came up with the idea of becoming a disciple.
This shocked Yang Fan. He was indeed a medical idiot, and he would become a disciple if he disagreed with her!
It is precisely because of his madness that he became a famous doctor and left countless treasures for the inheritance of Chinese traditional medicine.
No wonder there are so many people studying medicine, but only a few have left a profound mark in the history of Chinese medicine.
With this enterprising spirit, he deserves to be able to become a miracle doctor and be famous throughout the ages.
But Yang Fan would not accept the idea of accepting Sun Simiao as his disciple.
If calculated based on age, Sun Simiao could be his great-grandfather.
What's more, his medical theory is indeed too poor and he is not qualified to be Master Sun Simiao.
So he refused:
"As far as medical skills are concerned, what I know is just a little bit of gossip! What I'm focusing on is treating the head when the head hurts and the foot when the foot hurts."
Sun Simiao is truly a master of medicine, and his knowledge is different from that of ordinary people. He knows how to draw on each other's strengths to make up for his weaknesses.
"There is no good or evil in magic. It just depends on the person who has it. If it is used to cure diseases and save people, it is a good skill."
Yang Fan couldn't help but be in awe of Sun Simiao's broadmindedness.
These talents who are dedicated to scientific research, whether they are ancient or modern, are worthy of respect because they have dedicated their lives to promoting human progress.
Yang Fan said with admiration: "Master Sun, what do you think of this?"
There is no need to mention the matter of apprenticeship. In the future, we can learn from each other and discuss with each other on medical knowledge.
I promise to tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything I know. I wonder what you think?
Sun Simiao stroked his beard and laughed heartily:
"My little friend is so happy. Well, we will be friends all year round from now on."
Pindao still has two incompetent disciples in Chang'an City. I hope that my little friend will not hesitate to teach them in the future.
Sun Simiao's words made Li Shimin, who had just come out of the room, feel sore that his teeth ached.
You must know that the imperial court also recruited Sun Simiao before, but Sun Simiao simply ignored him.
If it hadn't been for the smallpox plague in Chang'an, I don't know if I could have invited him to come to Chang'an this time.
It's really annoying to compare people to each other!
