0p0 Chapter 1007 Alcohol
Chapter 1007 Alcohol
She can relieve the pain with massage.
But only in theory; she memorized what was written in the book.
Because she lacked strength, her master told her not to go out and embarrass herself.
So she didn't tell Yang San yesterday.
However, he has a wife, so he can ask her to help him massage.
So Fang Nanzhi squatted at the door and chatted with her aunt for half an incense stick's time, teaching her massage techniques.
The aunt remembered it carefully and thought the young doctor was indeed meticulous.
The guards at the gate listened to the whole thing and also found the young doctor to be kind.
They had previously heard that Doctor Fang was a young lady from a wealthy family, a former head of the Imperial Medical Academy, and that she had saved the Crown Prince. They thought the young lady would be arrogant and look down on them, the soldiers.
Unexpectedly, she turned out to be a kind-hearted and insightful young girl.
They misunderstood.
Xing Yun's carriage stopped, and he glanced at Fang Nanzhi, who was squatting at the entrance of the Wuwei Camp chatting with someone, with a puzzled look.
"Brother Xing."
Fang Nanzhi hurriedly got up and bowed, but as soon as she moved, she found that her legs were a little numb.
The aunt also got up, looking a little awkward.
"Hmm, Dr. Fang, why aren't you going in?"
"Come in, come in right away." Fang Nanzhi chuckled twice, then turned to ask, "Auntie, you've remembered everything, haven't you?"
"I've got it, I've got it," the woman nodded hurriedly.
Fang Nanzhi then went inside with Xing Yun.
Upon entering the military camp, she first pulled out a piece of paper from her sleeve, on which were densely packed names of medicines.
Xing Yun glanced at it and then put it away.
"Dr. Fang uses acupuncture so frequently, could you please send a set from the Imperial Hospital?"
"Huh?" Fang Nanzhi scratched her head: "No need, I don't think General Wei would buy it even if it was written down. A set of silver needles is very expensive."
"And my needles are scalded every time I use them, so they should last for a month."
Xing Yun smiled. Since she said that, he wouldn't try to help her.
When it comes to buying medicine, the Imperial Hospital, which pays the bills, naturally has more say.
When I arrived at the wounded soldiers' shed, I found that things were different.
Next to the two sheds, two more tents, one large and one small, were added.
Inside the large tent, there were various bamboo racks, herbs, counters, and tables and chairs.
This is where you get your medicine.
Several doctors' personal apprentices are responsible for this area. Anmei doesn't recognize the herbs, so Xing Yun wants to arrange for her to record the prescriptions.
But Anmei declined, saying, "Doctor Xing, this army is full of men. My young lady is all alone, and I'm always a little worried about her."
She was a secret guard, but since she was a maid, she was also considered a visible guard; protecting her master's safety was her responsibility.
Xing Yun thought about it and realized that Dr. Fang had encountered various assassination attempts last year, so he understood.
The task of recording information can be handled by having the deputy general find two literate people.
In fact, Xing Yun believed that this fell under the scope of the Imperial Medical Academy's free clinics and should be managed entirely by their personnel.
However, General Wei will no longer allow anyone not registered to enter or leave the military camp.
He had no choice but to compromise for the time being.
Inside the small tent were five makeshift beds made of wooden planks, for the patients.
Fang Nanzhi had just put down her medicine box when Hu Dayuan arrived.
He was chosen to assist Dr. Fang.
The young doctor was unaware that in order to secure this opportunity, his military camp had held an event last night, and he could only come if he won.
The doctors are all good-natured. It's not a bad thing to work as their assistant, and you can even skip half a day of training every day. Who wouldn't be happy?
Fang Nanzhi was a young girl, and there were many more people in the military camp willing to assist her.
Don't get me wrong, we're not doing anything special, it's just something new, we just chat with the girls.
Besides, Fang Nanzhi is young, and the soldiers mostly treat her like a tough little sister, without any ulterior motives.
"Dr. Fang, from now on, you can call me anytime in the morning, and Liu Erleng will come in the afternoon."
Hu Dayuan smiled, his large face revealing a simple and sincere expression.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Hu," Fang Nanzhi said politely.
Seeing that there were quite a few soldiers queuing up, Fang Nanzhi quickly got busy.
Hu Dayuan's job was simple: help maintain order and prevent people from cutting in line.
However, this situation is rare; everyone is in the Wuwei Camp and is used to order.
Then you need to boil water and rinse the cloths.
The cloths weren't for wiping the tables; they were for the soldiers lining up. Some of them looked like they'd rolled around in the mud, their features completely unrecognizable.
With all the diagnostic methods of observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, Fang Nanzhi could only look at a muddy face; what could she possibly glean from that?
For more detailed tasks, such as asking the pharmacy what herbs they still had, administering medical consultations, and organizing medical records, Dr. Zhu would eagerly take on all of them.
Doctor Zhu also helped a lame sixteen-year-old soldier over.
"Dr. Fang, could you please take a look?"
“This kid has only been in the army for a year. He went out last month and stepped into a trap. He got a dagger stuck in his foot. I dug it out for him. He should be able to heal by now.”
After all, they are still young, and their bodies heal quickly.
"But it just won't grow. Can you take a look and see if it can be treated?"
In the military camp, if something happens, it means becoming a cripple.
In the future, you can either stay in the military as an assistant, or become cannon fodder if there is a real war.
Either way, they're all quite pitiful.
This child is only sixteen and hasn't even gotten married yet; Dr. Zhu couldn't bear to see him like this.
Feng Jiangtao looked up nervously and apprehensively: "Dr. Fang, thank you for your help."
Fang Nanzhi asked him to take off his shoes so she could see them.
As soon as the shoes and socks were taken off, a sour and foul smell spread.
The soldiers in the Wuwei Battalion were all rough men, and they only washed their feet every four or five days. No one complained about anyone else; everyone was used to it.
But in front of a little girl... Feng Jiangtao blushed and hurriedly put on his shoes.
"Well, Dr. Fang, I'll come back in a bit."
Let him go wash his feet first.
Fang Nanzhi pressed him down: "Don't move."
A small piece of flesh was indeed dug out from the bottom of my foot, and it hasn't healed properly.
Fang Nanzhi frowned slightly, but still touched it with her hand. After carefully touching it once, she said, "There's still dirt inside. It hasn't been cleaned properly."
"We have to dig it up again and take it out."
She drew a conclusion.
Doctor Zhu was overjoyed: "This can be cured?"
Fang Nanzhi nodded. She washed her hands first, then picked up her pen to write the prescription.
"This is a prescription for stopping bleeding. We also need something to expel the evil spirits. Hmm, do you have any wine? Never mind, I'll prepare that. Let's prepare the medicine first, and then I'll operate on him the day after tomorrow to remove the filth."
She taught the prescription to Dr. Zhu, who wrote it down in detail.
As for Feng Jiangtao, he was still feeling utterly ashamed.
How embarrassing! The young doctor even touched his stinky feet. Why didn't he wash them before coming back?
Xing Yun, who was standing to the side, noticed something was wrong: "You want to use alcohol to clean his wounds?"
"Yes, it's not wine, it's ethanol. I read about it in a book. It's specifically used to kill external evils and is essential for external injuries."
The books Fang Nanzhi mentioned are definitely systematic.
She even discussed with Mr. Zhou how they managed to make the alcohol.
The book had a method, but it was too precise for her, though she could do it. However, there was a distillation method that she could use.
However, after wasting a lot of wine, only a little alcohol is needed, and Old Zhou felt that this was something that ordinary people couldn't afford.
Fang Nanzhi had learned that in a semi-technological world, alcohol was a common medical supply, and even private individuals could collect it.
So she felt this thing was very important.
Moreover, it suddenly occurred to her that the military camp was where the most external injuries occurred, and alcohol was the most necessary substance in the military.
What if General Wei is tempted by this and is willing to keep alcohol readily available in the Wuwei Battalion from now on?
Fang Nanzhi was eager to try, but her small face remained expressionless as she continued to see the next patient.
Around noon, after she finished giving Hu Dayuan acupuncture, she saw the soldier named Liu Erleng.
He is the same age as Hu Dayuan, and he is not at all naive and knows how to handle things.
On their first meeting, he brought back food for Fang Nanzhi, and it was a large portion that would fill her up, and it even came with minced meat.
Other people's minced meat and tofu is basically all tofu, but hers has visible pieces of minced meat.
This gesture of goodwill immediately puts the cart before the horse.
Fang Nanzhi admired him and generously shared half of the salted duck egg she had received that morning with him.
Liu Erleng was both amused and exasperated, feeling that Doctor Fang was like a child.
The other doctors ate tofu with rice, all of them watching enviously as Fang Nanzhi held the salted duck egg in her hand.
It's not something that's particularly rare, but since no one else has it and only one person does, people are inexplicably envious.
It's no use looking at it; Fang Nanzhi is only half a branch, it can't be divided any more.
At this moment, she became shameless again.
She added a few pieces of dried meat to the rice, making it even more fragrant.
The other doctors watched with longing, wondering if they could bring some snacks too tomorrow?
It doesn't seem like a good idea. Dr. Fang is young and loves to eat snacks, which is understandable to everyone.
They're so old, it doesn't look good for them to wear them.
Before I knew it, the meal was over.
To prevent doctors from collapsing from exhaustion, it's possible to see patients without taking a lunch break for a day or two, but it would be very difficult to do so for a month.
Therefore, Xing Yun suggested to his deputy that they rest for a quarter of an hour after the meal.
The deputy general agreed.
In fact, he couldn't object, since the Imperial Medical Academy was offering free medical consultations, and the doctors didn't charge consultation fees and even paid for some of the herbs.
They're here to help their Wuwei Battalion, so the deputy general can't treat them like subordinates, can he?
Even General Wei wouldn't be able to do it.
Ultimately, this was a collaboration between the Ministry of War and the Imperial Medical Academy, with no subordinate relationship between them.
It was supposed to be a midday rest, but there weren't even any wooden beds. The doctors just sat on chairs inside the tents, closed their eyes to rest, and casually basked in the warmth of the charcoal fire.
Fang Nanzhi felt even more uncomfortable sleeping like this. She looked at the yellow earth and wondered if she would catch a cold if she lay down directly.
Hu Dayuan looked at it and thought of getting up to give up his temporary hospital bed, since he could get his injections while sitting down.
Fang Nanzhi quickly pressed him down: "Brother Hu, don't move around, be careful not to roll the needle. If the needle goes astray and you become paralyzed, who will be responsible?"
Hu Dayuan immediately stopped moving.
Liu Erleng's competence was once again demonstrated. He brought some dried thatch from somewhere and spread it on the ground. He also spread an old quilt, which was his own, on the ground as well.
"Dr. Fang, please take a rest and close your eyes."
Fang Nanzhi said shyly, "Then you..."
Liu Erleng scratched his head: "We don't usually take a lunch break."
Besides, the work he does doesn't require much brainpower, so whether he sleeps or not doesn't matter.
Even so, Anmei didn't dare let her mistress lie there like that. She went out of the military camp and took a fox fur coat from the carriage to use as a blanket for her mistress.
Now that it was really warm, Fang Nanzhi closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.
Xing Yun and the others: ...
They should bring bedding in the carriage tomorrow too; it'll be a month, they can't make do.
But for someone like Fang Nanzhi, using a fox fur coat is impossible.
That pure white fox fur must be so expensive.
Speaking of Fang Nanzhi's biological father, his official position was so low, could he afford this fox fur coat with his salary? Could it have been bought for him by General Fang?
Lost in their thoughts, the doctors closed their eyes again.
In the afternoon, when there was a break, Dr. Zhu brought over a few porcelain bottles.
This is the ointment that Fang Nanzhi asked me to make yesterday. Originally, Dr. Zhu was thinking of helping out and just being able to sneak a peek at the formula.
As a result, Fang Nanzhi wanted to be lazy and simply told him the process of making the ointment, leaving it all to him.
Dr. Zhu asked her to check the effects of the medicine; if there were no problems, he would give it to Yang San.
Fang Nanzhi smelled it; it should be fine.
"Dr. Fang, I made an extra batch of this ointment. There are quite a few soldiers with old wounds. Can they all use it?"
"Yes, if it doesn't worsen, cause secondary damage, or become inflamed, it can be used."
Fang Nanzhi uses relatively mild medicinal herbs.
Doctor Zhu smiled as if he had found a large sum of gold out of nowhere on the street.
"Would you mind if we continued to use this ointment after you left?"
"You've already used them," Fang Nanzhi was startled.
"Dr. Zhu, please speak properly. Don't you already know the prescription? Whether you use it or not is up to you."
Dr. Zhu grinned even wider, his smile so wide that his teeth were almost invisible.
He'd figured out the young doctor's personality a bit; maybe because he was young, he didn't treat the baby like a precious treasure, but he was genuinely generous.
Perhaps they were taught by a prestigious school and didn't care about such trivial matters.
In short, he benefited.
"Dr. Fang, you're very generous, but the Martial Guard Camp won't let you suffer any losses. I'll talk to General Wei about it later."
Dr. Zhu felt no psychological burden whatsoever.
The favor owed by the Wuwei Battalion will definitely be repaid by General Wei.
Fang Nanzhi didn't quite understand. Why would she need to ask General Wei about such a trivial matter?
She scratched her head and continued taking the pulse.
The days of providing free medical consultations were fulfilling yet arduous.
After three consecutive days, Fang Nanzhi had adapted to this intensity.
Even after returning home, he still had the energy to visit Zheng Wanru and chat with her for another half an hour.
Zheng Wanru listened to her talk about seeing a doctor, but she didn't understand most of what she said. However, she didn't find it boring and seemed quite interested.
"Zhizhi, when I get better, you need to go see patients. Can I help you?"
Fang Nanzhi hesitated: "Wanru, you're interested in medicine and want to study it? I can ask my master to put in a good word for you..."
Zheng Wanru shook her head.
"I am somewhat interested, but I am more curious about what you do. I do not intend to study medicine."
Fang Nanzhi assumed that she was bored staying indoors all the time and wanted to get some fresh air.
It's nothing.
Fang Nanzhi agreed.
She even helped think of games that could be played indoors, so that Wanru wouldn't be too bored.
Not really sure what to do, the two of them decided to play something they always did as kids: cat's cradle.
Just as they were having a great time, a maidservant announced that Mr. Zheng had arrived.
Mr. Zheng came so late for two reasons: first, to see his granddaughter, and second, to inform Fang Nanzhi that she would begin reading tomorrow.
"You haven't read for several days. Are you going to let the free clinic interfere with your studies?"
To become a renowned scholar through medicine means that Fang Nanzhi must possess both exceptional medical skills and profound learning.
Fang Nanzhi felt guilty and lowered her head in agreement.
"Go back to the city tomorrow and go straight to Mr. Deng's place. He wants to start a new course for you."
Mr. Zheng stroked his beard, showing no sympathy for his young disciple.
To achieve what others haven't, one is destined to pay a higher price.