imperial psychologist

Chapter 112 Evidence-Based Thinking
Bo Ling stood up almost immediately in shock, "Is he locked up?"

"No, no..." Bai Shijun patted his daughter's arm reassuringly, "He wants to close the door to fix something, we cleaned up the firewood house on the west side yesterday, so that he can be alone Fiddle."

Bo Ling made a false alarm, and then belatedly realized that if Bai Yi was really locked up by Jin Yiwei, it was unlikely that his father would be writing at his desk as usual.

"Do you want to visit your brother's place?" Bai Shijun asked.

Bo Ling caressed his heart, and shook his head lightly, "Then there is no rush... Since he is busy, let him be busy first, and I won't bother you."

Bo Ling's eyes fell on Bai Shijun's desk, where there were many spread out papers filled with words, and each piece of loose paper was marked with the date and ink pen.

"Dad was revising the books just now?" Bo Ling approached a little bit, bent over to look.

"Yeah." Bai Shijun stroked his beard and sighed with a smile, "I've been stuck in this place for a long time, and I don't have a clue today."

Bo Ling carefully took out a piece of paper from the table and looked at it carefully. Judging from the date, it should be a manuscript left by his father five years ago, recording the increase in the amount of medicine he gave to a certain child for five days when he was in Qingyang. Minus changes, as well as the child's course of illness during those five days-this is one of the few children who regained a life from the epidemic.

Every scrap of paper here is a case of this kind.

Bai Shijun's words are concise, but the details are very informative. This is partly because he has been working hard over the years, and he has a skill that ordinary doctors rarely have in terms of words and sentences.

On the other hand, it is because he almost never leaves the things that should be done today until the next day, so every piece of first-hand information here is completed in the night of that day.

No matter how big or small the details are, Bai Shijun will write down everything he thinks, hears and sees, and make choices when he sorts out afterwards.

So each case in the manuscript is preserved in the most vivid detail.

In the past, neither she nor Bai Yi cared about what Bai Shijun was doing. This may be the instinctive arrogance of all traversers.

In this world that believes in a round sky, does not know what bacteria and viruses are, does not have antibiotics, does not have any knowledge of the human body based on anatomical experiments, and even most people do not even have the most common sense of hygiene, it is difficult for medicine to overcome vicious diseases. Bring any cure.

The average life expectancy of a whole society is less than 30 years old, which is the best interpretation of the medical level here.

Where is there any magic doctor who can cure diseases, and where is there any ancient secret recipe? In the face of modern medicine, all homeopathy is vulnerable.

Before the technological revolution of mankind, eternity was like a long night.

She and Bai Yi are both people who have lived in the light, because they have seen the light, so they can never go back to the darkness.

"Where is it stuck?" Bo Ling asked seriously, "Can Dad tell me?"

Bai Shijun sighed, "Actually, I have discussed it with Bai Yi a few days ago. These treatments have not dealt with 'control variables', so now I can't tell which key variable is effective."

Bai Ling was startled.

"Control...variables."

She was not used to hearing such words from her father.

Bai Shijun nodded, and continued, "Bo Yi said that when increasing or decreasing the dose of medicine, at least a 'control group' should be set up, so as to know whether the herbal medicine is working. But there are many problems in doing so, One is that people send their children here for medical treatment, not for you to test medicine, so it is immoral to use it as a comparison;
"Furthermore, each child's physique is different. It's useless to control the increase or decrease of a drug..."

Bo Ling listened carefully to what Bai Shijun said, and it could be seen that Bai Yi and Bai Shijun had a lot of discussions together these days.

Bai Ling suddenly remembered what Bai Yi said when he entered the palace the day before yesterday, saying that if his father's book could be handed down to the world, he would probably be the pioneer of ancient evidence-based medicine.

Now it seems that this statement is true, because although Bai Shijun did not carry out any comparative experiments subjectively, but because of his detailed case descriptions and detailed comparisons, he has actually been able to reflect a simple "evidence-based thinking".

That is to say-medicine is by no means philosophical thinking, witchcraft or other mysterious miscellaneous sciences, and all treatment decisions should be based on the empirical basis of clinical research.

But there are no microscopes, no separators, no Petri dishes...

Bai Shijun's question is destined to wait hundreds of years before human beings can give an answer.

Looking at his father's solemn expression, Bo Ling smiled, "Actually, I feel that the problem of the controlled experiment can't be completely solved?"

"Huh?" Bai Shijun raised his head.

Bo Ling scratched his head, and said with some uncertainty, "For example... try experimenting on animals first?"

Bai Shijun immediately put on an expression of "impossible".

"Bo Yi and you thought about it together, and said that we can try it with mice and rabbits." Bai Shijun shook his head again and again when he said this, "How can this work? Humans have twelve meridians, internal organs, and rabbits. How can you compare it with a mouse and a human, no way!"

Bai Ling smiled. The genetic sequence of the mice is very similar to that of humans, and they are susceptible to various diseases. They reproduce quickly and cheaply, and they are easy to feed... They are simply natural experimental animals.

But for a while, she couldn't explain this clearly to her father.

Bai Ling smiled and got up and walked out, "Father, you should be busy first, I will talk to Bai Yi for a while."

Bo Shijun waved his hand, and laughed when he heard Bo Ling's leaving footsteps.

This girl just said that since Bai Yi is busy, she won't bother her.

He also got up and sat back at the table, continuing to worry about the cases on the table.

Think again...

Bai Shijun sighed, even if he couldn't find out the cause and effect, he still thought of a way to sort out these things.

The firewood room in the northwest corner of Tai Hospital is the most remote place in the whole Tai Hospital.

All the offices of imperial doctors are concentrated in the front yard and the middle yard, and the northeast corner is the busiest—there is where most of the apprentices of the imperial hospital gather, and all the traditional Chinese medicine is basically brewed there, and the apprentices who have just started do it. Rich old doctor stalking.

So as soon as he walked to the backyard, Bo Ling felt a soaring smell of medicine, but this smell was not pungent, and it was not hard to bear after getting used to it.

In order to prevent fire, the firewood room is far away from the fire room. There are more than a dozen firewood rooms in the northwest corner. Generally, half of them are filled with firewood, and the other half is empty for emergencies.

On weekdays, the firewood room in the northwest corner is almost empty except for some servants who come here to carry firewood and decoct medicine.

But today, this place can only be described as "heavily guarded".

(End of this chapter)