"Once it is made public that penicillin cannot cure intestinal carbuncle, then the rumors that it can bring the dead back to life will be self-defeating!" Hu Yushan said.
Doctor Hu sighed: "It's nonsense, isn't it? We can't cure it, so how will we win or lose?"
Hu Yushan's eyes swept across the crowd, and he said slightly mysteriously: "Why must we save the patient?"
"As long as we can delay it and die later than them, we will win!"
"Although intestinal carbuncle is an incurable disease, there is a way to alleviate it. On the other hand, Wang Meng... This person seems to have some knowledge of medical science, but it is very superficial. Most of them rely on his set of crooked theories to deceive. As long as the myth of penicillin is broken, the trend will be achieved.”
"You can even make a bet to ask him to stop promoting those heresies, and at the same time ask him to hand over the formula of penicillin!"
Doctor Hu said thoughtfully: "Then what if he doesn't accept the move?"
"We will win if we don't accept the move! Although we can't get penicillin, the reputation of Taoyuan Medical Center will not be as high as it is now!" Hu Yushan stroked his beard and said: "Besides, I think that Wang Meng If you understand, he will answer!”
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"I asked you to solve a small problem, why are you still fighting?"
In the imperial garden, Guo Tianyang was reading today's newspaper while Emperor Jing asked Fang Zhengyi helplessly.
I thought this trivial matter would be over with just some persuasion, but unexpectedly the Patriarch Association started publishing challenges in newspapers.
The two sides are simply at odds with each other. If this situation continues, won't they still have to fight?
How can a group of doctors among the common people fight with each other all day long without thinking about healing the sick and saving people?
Fang Zhengyi also looked innocent.
Grass! These guys are so shameless and dare to look for trouble.
This is the first time that someone has given him no face like this!
"Your Majesty, I did solve the problem yesterday. I guess it's because the Patriarch Association is dissatisfied. Each of these two parties has its own theory, and they both want to come up with an orthodoxy. Like scholars, it is inevitable that they have to come up with a clear answer. Since If the Patriarch is willing to fight, then let them fight. Once the fight is over, you’ll be relieved.”
Although he didn't know what the competition was about, winning or losing didn't matter to him.
Of course everyone is happy if they win. But it doesn't matter if you lose and hand over penicillin, that thing requires complicated supporting processes.
Just like some low-end electronic products in later generations, the principle is there.
But if the supporting technology is not available, it is all in vain.
The most important thing is not to get into unnecessary wars of words. You really don't have the energy to solve these trivial matters.
Emperor Jing also became interested: "Intestinal carbuncle is an incurable disease. Can penicillin also cure it?"
"What is intestinal carbuncle, Your Majesty?" Fang Zhengyi said confusedly.
Emperor Jing gave him a contemptuous look.
He is a very shrewd person, but he is so ignorant! Don’t you know about such a common terminal disease?
Emperor Jing stretched out his hand and pointed at Fang Zhengyi: "It's right here. Normally, it won't have much impact, but once it gets sick, it will be extremely painful, and in serious cases, you will die."
"There are soldiers in the army who have suffered from this disease. They passed away overnight, and they came quickly and violently. There is no cure."
Fang Zhengyi lowered his head and glanced: "Appendicitis?"
"What appendicitis?" Emperor Jing asked.
"Oh... I call this the appendix in my hometown. Appendicitis is what His Majesty said. I wonder if intestinal carbuncle is appendicitis." Fang Zheng was secretly happy.
He didn't react until Emperor Jing said this, and he vaguely remembered that appendicitis was a terminal disease in ancient times!
If it's appendicitis, you really have the strength to fight for a while!
Needless to say, we have experience in dissection. At least now we have penicillin and alcohol for disinfection. There are also people in the county who often get injured while hunting in the mountains, and they also have suturing techniques.
Although it is all a small matter, as long as they have time to conduct animal experiments or study it in detail, wouldn't there be a new terminal disease that can be solved?
"Appendicitis...can the new medicine cure this disease?"
Fang Zheng thought for a while: "If it can be cured, just remove the appendix and it will be fine."
"If he was disemboweled, wouldn't that person be dead?" Emperor Jing looked shocked.
"It's possible to die, or it's possible not to die. It's the same as castration." Fang Zheng said: "Bet on your life, if you are good at cutting and well prepared before and after, you won't die."
Brother Guo's face quickly turned gray. Unbearable memories came to his mind. He lowered his head and bit his lower lip hard.
Finally, he raised his head unwillingly and said: "If I cut it... wouldn't it hurt my vitality..."
When he suddenly interrupted, Emperor Jing glanced at him in surprise.
Seeing his pitiful appearance, I couldn't bear to scold him harshly.
Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed when he saw this. He wanted to laugh but was afraid that his merit would be lost.
He pursed his lips vigorously and said: "Well... maybe it has some impact, but not much. In comparison, it is better than losing your life!"
"The appendix is not a particularly important organ. Without it, it would be the same as a human being."
"In addition, there are benefits to cutting. At least you will never suffer from this disease again."
Emperor Jing sighed: "Hiss... I heard what you said makes some sense. Isn't it normal to live with a missing arm and a broken leg? I guess I can live with a missing piece inside."
Fang Zheng wiped away the cold sweat, good guy, is this an inference?
"Then you can arrange this matter. I also want to see if this intestinal carbuncle can be cured. If there is a cure, it will really be a blessing to the world."
After chatting for a while, Fang Zheng said goodbye to Emperor Jing and talked to Guo Tianyang.
The two of them hurriedly walked out of the imperial garden. Guo Tianyang said in confusion: "Brother Xian, why are you dragging me along?"
"Go to the Jingsi Room and help me find two good knifemakers and let them teach me some advanced experience."
Guo Tianyang shivered and stopped: "The knife maker? The knife maker is not in the service room, but in the silkworm room. Can the knife maker also heal patients?"
"No matter where he is! Just take me there. If this is done, it will be recorded in history?"
Guo Tianyang hesitated for a moment and then took action.
Jamsil is usually responsible for the place where castration is performed to cleanse one's body. To say the least, he really doesn't like to go there...it's all a place of sad memories.
"This...killing people can really cure diseases?"
"Of course, there is no essential difference between the human body and a machine. It's just that it's too complicated. If a part is broken and it doesn't affect the overall use, just remove it. Or if some important parts are seriously corroded, just replace it. New one." Fang Zheng said nonchalantly.
Guo Tianyang suddenly became excited: "Can the missing parts be replaced?"
"Yes, but don't think about it now. His medical skills are not up to that level." As he said this, Fang Zheng came to his senses and looked Guo Tianyang up and down.
He looked extremely excited: "Then when will we reach that level?"
"Let's wait until the day when we both turn into ashes..."
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