I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time. Yan Zheng thought he was crying again, and just wanted to comfort him, but Han Yi took a deep breath and raised his head and asked, "What's the problem?"

The doctors looked at each other, thinking that this question was really too difficult to answer, and it deserved to be asked by a layman.

Seeing that they were silent, Han Yi said, "Come on, tell us a little bit, and we will solve it bit by bit."

What the hell, he couldn't be the one who came here just to give Yan Zheng a funeral, right?

Originally, Yan Zheng might not have suffered such a catastrophe, if so, then it might be his butterfly wings that incited something.

Of course, he would not have any doubts about why he had such a result because he didn't do anything.

He did too many things, he thought it might cause a big storm, but what he didn't expect was that this storm finally hit Yan Zheng.

Think about it, if he didn't run away with Yan Zheng, and Yan Zheng stayed in Zhao Guo, maybe for Yan Zheng's sake, Yan Zijian would find a way to take their mother and son over.

Instead of caring about Zhao Ji's life and death like now.

Both the mother and the child were taken back, and there would be no such thing as using Zhao Ji to threaten Yan Zheng.

It's just that he doesn't have time to review himself now, he doesn't know what he can do, so he can only force himself to calm down, hold Yan Zheng's hand, smile softly at him and say, "I will definitely find a way to save you."

Yan Zheng's eyes were very calm, in fact, he had thought of this result a long time ago.

The struggle before was just that he was reluctant, reluctant to bear Han Yi, and reluctant to make him sad.

However, he tried his best, and there is nothing to regret about the result so far.

If you regret it, it seems that you have no regrets.

He trusted Han Yi, and Han Yi could always change what he couldn't do, but this time, he felt that even Han Yi might not be able to do anything about it.

Han Yi is not omnipotent.

So Yan Zheng didn't hold out too much hope, but just nodded to Han Yi, not wanting to put too much pressure on him.

Han Yi turned to look at the doctor. The doctors had already discussed in a low voice just now. Of course, what they were thinking was how to summarize the current problems with Han Yi in the simplest words.

Han Yi seemed quite reasonable, but in front of Yan Zheng...they were still a little scrupulous.

But when the leading doctor motioned to go out and elaborate a little bit, Han Yi turned to look at Yan Zheng.

It turned out that Yan Zheng was looking at Han Yi with a smile. At that moment, Han Yi felt that it might be a very cruel thing to conceal.

So he turned his head and said firmly to the doctor: "Speak, don't be afraid."

The doctors were a little helpless, so they had to put all the problems out.

After Han Yi automatically translated their words in his brain, he came up with a few points. The first is the issue of disinfection, because cutting off the carrion is equivalent to having fresh sores again.

And the sores should be bigger than before, plus the original infection and inflammation, disinfection and anti-inflammatory is the most important issue.

In terms of disinfection... Han Yi slapped his head. He forgot to ask Mo Yun and Mo Qiu about the distillation when he came back. It was all Zhao Jun's fault, otherwise he wouldn't have wasted a day in vain.

Han Yi turned his head and asked the soldiers on the side to invite Mo Qiu and Mo Ning.

Then continue to think about the next question. If the anti-inflammation and disinfection can be done, then the remaining serious question is how to heal.

The wound is too big, and if it grows on its own, other problems are likely to appear at that time.

Especially now that the weather is hot, and the sanitary conditions are the same these years, not to mention that they are now in a military camp.

Han Yi felt something was wrong when he heard it: "Aren't you planning to sew?"

"Sewing?" Lang Zhong gave him a blank look.

Han Yi nodded: "It is to sew the wound up like sewing clothes, and then remove the stitches after the wound is almost healed, which can speed up the healing of the wound."

Han Yi didn't know the specific terminology of suture, nor did he know what types there were, but he knew that if the wound was too large, it would be a basic medical treatment in later generations. concept!

Thanks to him asking a few more questions, otherwise Yan Zheng would really have to bear it... If he can resist, he will be a god!

The doctors muttered a few sentences about stitching, laymen watch the fun, and experts watch the way.

Even if they didn't understand the meaning of stitching at first, now they have begun to think seriously.

Of course, this is because it was Han Yi who came up with this method, and they dared not ignore Han Yi's opinion. What if he scolded someone in a hurry?

As a result, this pondering found that it really made sense.

The doctors are very excited. If this method is feasible, then the medical treatment will make a qualitative leap. At least in terms of trauma, if it is really feasible, the survival rate of people who have suffered trauma will become higher.

This is the rhythm for them to be famous in history!

Although it was Han Yi who brought it up first, they were the ones who dealt with it!

The leading doctor suppressed his excitement and said, "This...we need to discuss this before we can give the captain an answer."

Han Yi waved at them and said, "Go."

He was so happy because Mo An and Mo Qiu had obtained it, and he had been standing by the side listening to the doctors' narration just now.

To be honest, they didn't understand a word, but they could understand that Han Yi seemed to have made some great suggestions.

Mo Yun looked at Han Yi with admiration and said, "Mr. Lang actually understands medical skills, so amazing."

Mo Qiu on the side snorted a little, then took a sneak peek at Han Yi, and was relieved after concluding that Han Yi didn't seem to notice.

Han Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What do I call medical skills? Did you finish what I asked you to do yesterday?"

Mo Xing nodded and said: "It's done, and the distilled wine that Mr. Lang asked to make, we have also finished it, Mr. Wang, that wine smells so strange."

Before Han Yi could speak, Mo Qiu patted Mo Ning on the head and said, "What do you know, that's called wine!"

Mo Qiu looked at Han Yi with bright eyes and asked, "How did Mr. Lang come up with this idea? This wine... smells so intoxicating."

Han Yi was taken aback by him: "You don't know how to drink, do you?"

Mo Qiu shook his head quickly: "I don't dare to tamper with what Lang Jun wants."

Han Yi felt relieved immediately, and said, "Bring the wine first."

Mo Yun immediately jumped up to get it.

After he took it, Han Yi opened the jar and lowered his head to smell it. The smell of alcohol was already very strong.

However, it is not that the higher the alcohol concentration, the better. If the alcohol concentration is too high, there is no way to sterilize it, and only between 70.00% and 70.00% can be sterilized.

So now the problem comes, he doesn't have any equipment, how to judge the alcohol concentration is a problem.

The only possible way is probably to distill repeatedly to obtain the highest purity alcohol, and then configure it.

After he told Mo Yun and Mo Qiu, he told them to be fire-proof and explosion-proof when distilling. Alcohol is too dangerous.

Dangerous, at least in this day and age.

Distillation progress...should be very fast, after all, there are many people.

After ordering Mo Yun and Mo Qiu to continue distilling alcohol, he thought about it and decided that staying in a tent was not a long-term solution. Seeing that Yan Zheng's injury would not heal in a day or two, he needed a house, even if it was built with rammed earth. is better than being in a tent.

So he started ordering people to build houses again.

During the period, Yan Zheng watched him busy there, and suddenly felt that Han Yi was already doing his best, and he should also work hard, and it seemed that it was not suitable for him to accept his fate like this.

And no matter how busy Han Yi was, he still dealt with some other things between orders, but during this process, he kept holding Yan Zheng's hand tightly.

After the order was almost finished, Han Yi turned his head to look at Yan Zheng, took advantage of other people's unpreparedness, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Do you still remember that we talked about You Xiaer?"

Yan Zheng didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this matter, but he just closed his eyes to express that he remembered.

Han Yi said: "At that time, you said that if one day there is only one court in this world, one set of laws, and only one person's voice will be obeyed, then the people can be truly peaceful. Don't you want to see such a world?"

Yan Zheng was taken aback by Han Yi, mainly because such words did not sound like what Han Yi said at all.

This should only be said by a powerful official or an extremely ambitious politician when he is lobbying the emperor.

However, Han Yi's eyes were too calm, as if he didn't feel how shocking what he said, as if what he was talking about was justified.

It has to be said that Han Yi originally wanted to remind Yan Zheng of his own dream.

Well, for him now, this is indeed a dream.

He didn't know if Yan Zheng's injury could be cured, but the current situation...at least give Yan Zheng some motivation.

After being taken aback, Yan Zheng looked at Han Yi seriously for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "You, don't think too much, just stay with me."

Han Yi was slightly taken aback, and then realized that Yan Zheng knew everything in his heart.

Immediately felt very distressed, even if the boss is injured, he will not lose his mind, and he will not be able to fool around at all, it is too difficult.

While the two of them were talking, the doctors had already discussed a general framework.

As perhaps the top doctors of this era, they were quick to accept suturing, but they also thought more because of their profession.

Is the thread safe in the body?Will it cause ulceration instead?Will it cause new wounds when the stitches are removed, and then cause the wounds that were originally healed to fester instead?

Here comes the most important question: how to sew?

There are a bunch of old men in the military camp, the kind who hold knives better than needles. How many of them can sew clothes? Even if there are low-level soldiers who can, the question is, do you dare to let them come?

For such an important matter, if you encounter someone with unknown origin or who is instigated by someone, I am afraid that something big will happen.

Han Yi looked at these people expressionlessly, then turned his head to look at Yan Zheng, and found that Yan Zheng had already closed his eyes to rest his mind, because of the pain, he couldn't sleep now.

Han Yi looked at his frowning unconsciously, sighed and said, "Let me do it."

What else can be done?

For the sake of the boss, he can only get the embroidery needles.