Li Hui's face turned red and white when he said it, which made me ashamed.
Fortunately, Huang Junyu spoke out to make peace.
Huang Junyu said defensively: "He was also negligent. He just thought he could produce penicillin in this way. I don't understand."
The guerrilla leader standing next to him interrupted: "Captain Li, since the comrade reporters don't want to use penicillin, give it to us.
One of our brothers has an inflamed wound and is not recovering well. "
"Are there any wounded? We'll see about it later." Li Shi fiddled without looking back.
Little Li Qing, who was behind Li Shiyi, saw the guerrillas approaching and wanted to see what it looked like to tinker with the legendary 'Penicillin'.
Stop them quickly and prevent them from disturbing Uncle Li.
"Pounded garlic is penicillin? Do foreigners call garlic that?"
"I don't believe it. I heard that penicillin is the same as gold. It's golden yellow. If we tinker with garlic and it turns out to be it, we'll be rich."
"Dashan's wound is always pus-producing, and I can't squeeze it out. Alas, I hope the 'Penicillin' will be useful."
Li Shiyi didn't pay attention to the comments from everyone behind him, and focused on Garlic.
After it turned slightly green, Li Shiyi said: "Bring some disinfectant liquor."
Xiao Li Qing quickly handed him the non-industrial alcohol specially designed for disinfection.
Li Shi poured it into the mortar one by one, and mixed it with the minced garlic thoroughly.
Suddenly, Li Shiyi turned around and asked, "Do you have a cooling tower here?"
The guerrilla leader couldn't understand such a professional name: "What cooling tower? We don't have such a thing here."
"It's used to steam wine."
"Yes, yes, there is."
The guerrilla captain obeyed Li Shiyi's words and quickly turned around to move the wine steamer from his uncle's house.
moment.
Li Shiyi's face turned dark when he saw them bringing in a ceramic still the size of a wine vat.
Only two injections are made, so why is such a large tank needed?
Looking at the old uncle who was guarding the two large tanks and one pottery pipe for fear of falling and being smashed, Li Shiyi directly told them that there was no need for such a big tank.
Forget it, no more of these spirits.
Li Shiyi asked the guerrilla leader for gauze to filter out a large amount of minced garlic.
Then use the nanorobot to adhere to the gauze and filter it again to get a pure liquid.
Then bake it in the mortar over a slow fire. For a while, the strong smell of spicy alcohol filled the mountain temple.
Thanks to the precise temperature control of the nanorobot, the alcohol evaporates without destroying the allicin.
In the remaining liquid, the upper layer of light yellow oil is allicin.
Li Shiyi took out a syringe that he specially brought with him.
Put it in 75° alcohol to sterilize it and take it out after a while.
The needle is inserted into the pale yellow liquid and then drawn into the needle.
After Li Shiyi finished all this, he said, "Okay, who comes first?"
At this time, everyone released their held breaths and gasped for air.
Li Hui looked down at the wound wrapped with old gauze on the back of his thigh and felt that it was nothing serious.
He shook his head and said, "I don't need it anymore. I feel like my current strength can kill a cow."
Li Shiyi couldn't help but smile when he heard his refusal: "Don't worry, it will definitely reduce inflammation. We are professionals."
After hearing this, Li Hui not only felt uneasy, but also backed away in fear: "No, no!"
Seeing his resistance, Li Shiyi didn't force him.
He turned to look at the wounded man who had been carried over and said to him, "Do you want an injection?"
At this time, the guerrilla captain also looked at the dirty guerrillas, who were all gray and plain.
The straw sandals on my feet were filled with mud, and my entire feet and toes were covered in black mud.
It's not a hospital, so of course it can't be cleaned.
The guerrilla captain said to Dashan: "Yue Dashan, whether to fight or not is entirely up to you."
"Fight! If you don't fight, you will die. If you fight, you will live. I choose to fight." said Dashan, who was lying on a homemade stretcher.
Li Shiyi could also understand his thoughts. Now he couldn't be sent to the rear hospital at all.
Not only were the Japanese raids frequent, but they could not carry them very far.
"Okay, clean the wound." Li Shiyi said.
Ever since, under the action of Huang Junyu and Xiao Li Qing.
After untying the bandage on Dashan's abdomen, the mosquito net-like bandage was already stained with dust.
Li Shiyi asked them to take out the yellow bandages, boil them in boiling water, and wash them by the way.
Hearing this, the guerrilla leader who was already sitting on the straw asked puzzledly: "Why do you need to boil it? Can't you continue to use it?"
Li Shiyi said harshly: "Do you know medicine? Objects have been used for a long time and contain bacteria and are poisonous. How can they be sterilized without boiling them? That will not cure the disease.
Didn’t the barefoot doctor in the village or town tell you? "
The guerrilla leader opened his mouth and shook his beard, his face full of surprise: "No, he said just wash the wound and bandage it with a pair of herbs."
Li Shiyi looked at the deep festering wound on Dashan's abdomen and asked quietly: "Does life and death depend on fate?"
"Yes."
The guerrilla leader nodded.
Li Shiyi was silent. It seemed that he was going to get a manual for barefoot doctors when he went back.
If you don't understand some common sense, you have to kill as many people as you can still save.
Fortunately, he also downloaded the electronic versions of the three major time travel books.
Li Shiyi said: "Cut open his abscess, clean the pus inside, and then disinfect it with alcohol."
Xiao Li Qing acted immediately: "Okay."
In the end, everyone worked together to rinse the pus out of the wound with warm water.
However, there was still a layer of red-white pus deep in the wound that could not be washed out.
It seems to be isolated by a thin membrane.
Li Shiyi said in shock: "Oops! Pus is going to seep into his stomach."
He looked up at the sweaty mountain on his face and said to him, "I'll give you allicin, and I'll use a needle to draw out the blood and pus later."
Dashan said forcefully: "Okay, come on!"
Li Shiyi immediately tied a bandage on his arm. Under the tight bandage, he found an obvious blood vessel, disinfected it with alcohol, inserted the needle, and injected the allicin mixture in the needle tube into the blood vessel.
Huang Junyu, who was on the side, shuddered as he watched the liquid injection enter.
I felt like I was being pricked by needles all over my body.
After the injection, Li Shiyi wiped the wound with alcohol, and then used the needle tip to drain away the visible red and white pus.
Disinfect with alcohol.
"ah!"
Dashan screamed and was held down by Li Shiyi: "I'm going, just scream if you want. Don't apply force to the wound. When the wound breaks, I won't have anything to stitch you up."
"Okay, be careful not to touch the wound with raw water."
After a while, the mountain gradually calmed down, and Li Shiyi asked the guerrilla leader to bandage the mountain with gauze that would be dried later.
The relieved guerrilla captain and the others naturally expressed their gratitude to Li Shiyi and the others.
Li Shiyi washed the syringe, disinfected it with alcohol and recycled it.
In the Republic of China, where industry was underdeveloped, even used syringes had to be reused.
Li Shiyi turned to Li Hui and asked, "Comrade Li, would you like a shot too? And a tube of allicin."
"No, no, I think I can still withstand it."
Li Hui waved his hands repeatedly.
He has extensive knowledge. Would it be fatal to inject such crudely made allicin into the body?
