[Comprehensive] Reincarnation Thousand Years

After going through a series of things, Fukuyama Zexia and Nanfang Ren finally have a place to stay, and it's still the kind that doesn't have to pay for accommodation.

The banner where Ms. Saki lives - the Tachibana House.

"Although the postoperative situation is recovering very well, you still need to be careful about the possibility of wound inflammation. Before it is fully healed, you must not take it lightly."

After changing the gauze on the wound on Kyoutaro Tachibana's forehead, Fukuyama Sawaka told him: "If you feel uncomfortable, please don't hesitate to tell me or the Nanfang doctor as soon as possible. We will find a way. "

"Ah, I've been to Mrs. Duohui's."

Nanfang Ren walked into the house with the package.

"The recovery from the wound has been excellent."

"I've changed the medicine for Mr. Orange's wound, and it's in good condition."

After Fukuyama Zexia told Nanfang Ren about her situation, she changed into a men's kimono that Ms. Saki had made for her, and was ready to go out.

"I go out for a while."

Hearing Fukuyama Zexia's words, Nanfang Ren immediately asked: "Fukuyama, where are you going?"

"Find specific ways to increase revenue and reduce expenditure."

After leaving such a sentence, Fukuyama Zexia walked out of the door.

Following the doctor's orders, Kyoutaro Tachibana, who was still bedridden, asked Jin Nanfang beside him.

"Doctor Nanfang, don't you go with Doctor Fukuyama?"

Being questioned like this, Nanfang Ren could only scratch his head in embarrassment, and said: "How can I put it... My relationship with Fukuyama-kun is not so close... His ability to act is the number one."

Fukuyama Zexia told Nanfang Ren before that for the convenience of her actions, she was shown to others as a man, and Nanfang Ren had to change her words and treat her as a man.

To be honest, if he hadn't seen Fukuyama Zexia's appearance in women's clothing clearly, even Nanfang Ren himself would often forget Fukuyama Zexia's real gender.

In addition, for two full years, the two of them had no normal communication...

Nanfang Ren found that he had no resistance to calling Fukuyama Zexia "he".

He rested his elbows on the table, supported his forehead and sighed, while Fukuyama Zexia returned home with a tired face.

"Come back from a doctor's visit, that young lady is really difficult."

Fukuyama Zexia put down the medicine box, gulped down water, and complained to Nanfang Ren, "I won't go to the home of the young lady who will blush when she sees me next time."

"Eh?"

I don't know where to start complaining, so Nanfang asked another question.

"What's wrong with that lady?"

"tuberculosis."

After Fukuyama Zexia put down the teacup in his hand, he said the name of a disease that is now incurable.

"However, it was discovered very early, and it should be enough to take the medicine for about a year."

"Does Dr. Fukuyama still bring medicine for tuberculosis?"

"Well, but there is only one serving, and it will be gone after this time."

Fukuyama Zexia apparently sold a drug for tuberculosis, which is only one copy in this life, at a good price.

"I received a consultation fee of 800 taels."

Suddenly something terrible came out of her mouth.

"Eight, a consultation fee of 800 taels!"

"It's the only daughter of a large-scale merchant in the timber business, and the daughter of a thousand gold in her hands. When she got tuberculosis, the family was very worried. When they heard that there was a medicine that could cure this disease, they immediately sent all of them away. The consultation fee has been offered.”

Fukuyama Zexia nonchalantly talked about the great things he had done.

In the room with only two people, Fukuyama Zexia stared at Nanfang Ren seriously: "Compared to taking these medicines to treat Takasugi Shinsaku...or the 'girl manga's favorite' Okita Souji, what can they do?" Is that much money?"

Fukuyama Zexia put the teacup back on the table.

"What I want to do requires money, a lot of money."

One month later, at night, the large timber merchant personally presented the consultation fee of 800 taels.

Fukuyama Sawaka looked at the two boxes full of Yin Xiaopan, counted out ten of them and handed them to Tachibana Kyoutaro.

"There are so many disturbances these days, please be sure to accept this meager gift."

In the next year, I will continue to give follow-up visits to the daughter of the large-scale merchant. According to the condition of the disease, I will also prepare other foods for diet therapy and pay attention to my diet. In short, there are still many troublesome things to do.

During the three-day follow-up consultation, Fukuyama Zexia also became acquainted with the father of the daughter, Matsuyama Shoichiro.

During a certain chat, Mr. Matsuyama suddenly asked: "Has Dr. Fukuyama heard of tiger wolf dysentery?"

"Tiger wolf dysentery...?"

Fukuyama Zexia seemed to have never heard of this disease name, but then thought of another similar disease name: "Is it cholera?"

It is a great tragedy that the Japanese language does not have tongue-twisting sounds.

"Is it called cholera in the West?"

Mr. Matsuyama seems to be convinced of the identity of Fukuyama Sawaka's "return to China from studying medicine in the United States a few days ago" compiled by Fukuyama Zexia.After all, he has excellent medical skills and has completely adopted the treatment methods of Lanzhou doctors. If he didn't say that he came back from studying in the West, it would be unbelievable.

What's more, he also wore a high-necked shirt and trousers under the kimono. This was the clothes of Westerners that could only be seen in Nagasaki (the only port open to the outside world at that time).

At that time, Fukuyama Zexia explained his way of dressing like this: "Although my heart has not changed, my body has completely become accustomed to living in the West."

"Yes, if it's cholera..."

Fukuyama Zexia recounted the diseases related to cholera in his memory one by one, and asked Mr. Matsuyama whether the symptoms of tiger wolf dysentery were the same.

"Sure enough, it's cholera."

Fukuyama Zexia sighed.

At this time, cholera should be a very terrible infectious disease. According to Mr. Matsuyama's explanation, it caused more than [-] deaths in Edo City in the past few years.

"This disease is actually very good to prevent."

Fukuyama Zexia told the method of dealing with cholera in his memory.

"Cholera bacteria are found in raw water, raw food, feces, and vomit of patients. They enter the human body through the mouth, so the most important thing is to isolate the patient to prevent the spread of the bacteria."

"Isolate the patient?"

Mr. Matsuyama took out a pen and paper, and carefully wrote down how to deal with it.

"Yes, in China... ah, the country on the other side of the sea that is now called 'Qing' is not all recorded in the history books. Sick people are isolated from healthy people. Sometimes the whole sick village is burned down with people and villages. Although this method sounds cruel, in the long run, it is very important in the face of This is the most radical cure for a disease that no healer can do anything about. Of course, if there are other methods that are feasible, I don’t agree with this method at all.”

"So, which bacteria refers to..."

"It may be better to understand it as some kind of evil wind entering the body... I can't explain it clearly for a while."

Fukuyama Zexia struggled with how to explain the definition of bacteria in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

So she skipped the question altogether and continued on.

"Then, the most important thing is not to allow raw water and food to be imported. It must be completely burned before eating. The water must be boiled, and the food must be fully cooked. Moreover, all contaminated things must be thoroughly cleaned. Disinfection—disinfection means 'elimination of germs'."

"Can this prevent it?"

Mr. Matsuyama stopped writing and continued to ask, "Then, how to cure that... cholera?"

"Just drink more water. No, water alone is not enough, it should be drinking ORS."

Fukuyama Zexia read the English from his memory, but shook his head immediately, and translated it into a way that people can understand.

"ORS is to take one liter of water—boiled water of course, add 2 spoons of salt and 10 spoons of sugar, and then keep drinking it for the patient. Going up may not have any effect, but we must insist on pouring water down. Cholera is the death of people because of a large amount of water loss in the body."

"Is it that simple?"

Mr. Matsuyama was stunned for a while when he heard that simple method.

"Well, the feces excreted by the patients and the clothes worn by the patients have to be dug into holes, sprinkled with lime, and then buried with soil."

Fukuyama Zexia added one more point.

"That should be fine."

"This method," Mr. Matsuyama stood up from his seat, knelt in front of Fukuyama Zeka, and begged earnestly, "Excuse me, can I tell others about this?"

"Of course. Please also trouble Mr. Matsuyama to inform everyone of this method through your contacts. If you can prevent it early, you can save a lot of people from dying. ... This is a great act of infinite merit."

Fukuyama Zexia generously gave up this method.

Mr. Matsuyama immediately said that he would spread this method of prevention and treatment at the fastest speed.

With the thank-you gift that Mr. Matsuyama forced to give—Finally, Fukuyama Zexia returned to the residence with ten red bean paste bags packed in wooden boxes.

"Nanfang, I brought back bean paste buns..."

Fukuyama Zexia walked into the room only to find that there were already guests there.

She smiled apologetically, and gave Tachibana Saki the red bean paste bun in her hand.

"Missaki, I will trouble you with this red bean paste bun. I really have a hard time dealing with this kind of snack."

"ok, I"

"Ah, you are the doctor who operated on Mrs. Duohui—"

The young man accompanying him recognized Fukuyama's appearance. She looked at the young man and finally recognized the other party's identity.

"You were... that doctor at that time."

"Excuse me……"

Fukuyama Zexia looked at the group of people who were coming, and asked Nanfang Ren beside him in a low voice.

"South, what's going on here?"

The voice of this question seems to be a little louder.

Several people present heard it.

"We are here to ask the two of you how to treat tiger wolf dysentery."

"I just explained it again."

Fukuyama Zexia Fu forehead.

To tell the truth, she really hates this aspect of commentary work.

All the teachers who have taught her think that she does not have the talent to educate people at all.Even if she was the most outstanding student these teachers had ever seen in their lives.

Nanfang immediately asked Fukuyama, "Did you tell me?"

"The patient's father asked this question, so I have to say it for the consultation fee."

Fukuyama Zexia lifted his forehead and sighed.

She knew that the consultation fee of 800 taels was not easy to earn.

"So this is ah."

Finally, I will repeat what I said to Mr. Matsuyama.

But because the people who came were the orchid doctors of the medical institute, Fukuyama Zexia immediately took out the notebook and pen that he carried with him, and began to draw a simple diagram.

"Cholera... ah, it's the disease of tiger wolf dysentery. Most patients can't drink ORS, so we need to make a device like this... Can it be made?"

At this point, Nanfang Ren also began to cooperate with Fukuyama Zexia: "Excuse me... Is there such a thing as a rubber tube?"

"some."

The answer of the old man named Ogata Hongan made the two future generations who traveled through modern times very happy.

"So, can this kind of needle be made?"

Fukuyama Zexia took out the disposable injection needle tube that had been used many times from the medicine box, took off the needle part and handed it to the other party.

This needle is hollow in the middle.

"A good craftsman can do it."

"Then, please—"

Fukuyama Zexia bent down. For her, let alone kneeling and bowing to beg, even if she was asked to call the other party's parents, she would do it as long as she could achieve her goal.

Self-esteem is completely useless at this time.

After the group from the medical institute left, Fukuyama Zexia and Nanfang Ren closed the door, arguing whether Fukuyama Zexia's approach was correct.

"This is changing history..."

"We are doctors."

Fukuyama Zexia grabbed Nanfang Ren by the collar and shouted at him.

"If you are a doctor, you have to cure the disease and save the patient, and the one you want to save is the person in front of you! Which doctor would hesitate when facing a patient who needs to be saved-whether saving him will change the future, this kind of thinking."

She let go of her hand, straightened her messy clothes, and said to Nan Ren who was still afraid of changing history and hesitated: "If you are afraid of changing history even to save people, why don't you give up being a doctor?" Bar."

After she walked out the door quickly, she took out the photo that was specially taken out of her wallet from her sleeve.

In the photo, the smiles of those African children are still the same.

She reached out and stroked the photo.

She wants to give them a better future if history can be changed.

This can be regarded as the grand wish of an idiot, please let her make this grand wish come true.