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Chapter 172 Healing
On May 25 of the first year of Fuxi, the weather was sunny and hot.

Lin Ximeng ordered a room full of ice cubes to perform surgery on Lin Zhengxiao. In ancient times, it was also called bone scraping to cure poison.

"Master, can this work? You didn't learn this. What if you get hurt if you don't do it well?"

"With Qiu's judgment, I don't have to do it myself"

Of course Lin Ximeng would not act recklessly.

No matter how many medical books she has read, she is a TCM health preservation enthusiast after all. Being able to recuperate the Queen's body is already the limit, and surgery is absolutely impossible.

Qiu Yuanpan has practiced medicine for generations, and he is proficient in everything from cutting golden needles to feeling the pulse.

Back then, with his superb skills, he overwhelmed other imperial physicians to become the court judge.

"You go and prepare first, and I will prepare some ice cubes"

"Dagui, go and ask for a few barrels of spirits, to be disinfected"

"Bauhinia, take someone to guard the door, don't come in today except the imperial physician"

"Qingqing, tell the waiter to boil a large pot of boiling water, remember it must be boiling water"

"After breakfast later, all the staff are on standby, no one is allowed to lose the chain"

Lin Ximeng explained it in detail, and took the servants for breakfast, just when Qiu Yuanpan and Lin Zhengxiao also arrived.

Qiu Yuanpan was dressed in blue and held a medicine box in his hand. He was in his 50s and looked like he was in his 40s. He walked vigorously, with black temples, thick eyebrows and black eyes, and a straight back.

He saluted respectfully, put the instruments in the medicine box on the cotton cloth one by one, and sterilized it on the lamp flame himself.

When Lin Zhengxiao came, he happened to see blades that were as thin as wicker strips, shining coldly on the flame of the lamp.

He subconsciously took a few steps back.

Lin Ximeng smiled and pulled him: "Brother, where are you going?"

Lin Zhengxiao hugged her arms and showed a smiling face: "I didn't go anywhere, didn't I come here?"

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Without Mafeisan, Lin Ximeng referred to the ancient prescriptions in medical books, and mixed the fine powder of Aconitum aconiti with spirits as anesthesia.

The effect is definitely not as good as modern anesthetics, but it should not be bad. This is the latest and most effective prescription she can find.

After drinking a bowl of strong wine, Lin Zhengxiao lost consciousness in a daze.

Qiu Yuanpan first picked out a black charcoal pen, drew a black line along the outline of the internal wound, then picked out the thinnest lancet, fired it again to sterilize it, and finally wiped and sterilized the skin with spirits.

After doing this, Qiu Yuan interrogated Lin Ximeng.

"Does your lord want to go out?"

Lin Ximeng gritted her teeth and said no, she just stayed here and guarded: "I also know a little bit about medicine, I hope I can help you."

Qiu Yuanfang smiled easily.

"It has long been heard that the nobleman is proficient in the technique of Qihuang, you don't have to be nervous, just use cotton gauze to clean up the blood in time."

While speaking, he had raised the knife and cut the first layer of flesh.

When all the wounds were exposed in front of his eyes, Qiu Yuanpan's expression suddenly became solemn.

"The wounds on the bones are still not healed, the fascia is not fully grown, the skin and flesh are glued and dislocated, and the bruises can't be drained. How can there be strength?"

Lin Zhengxiao was dizzy, and asked the doctor if she could keep her arm?
Lin Ximeng turned his head and told him: "I can keep it, but the recovery period will be longer. After today, you should feel different."

Qiu Yuan judge nodded.

It is not impossible to say that it is impossible to completely recover, but it is more troublesome.

"It is necessary to clean up all the attached granulation on the bone first, drain the congestion, then clean up the pus between the muscles, suture it to the bone again, and finally tidy up the skin and suture it together"

"Sounds like a pain"

Lin Zhengxiao was weak, with an abnormal blush on his face.

Lin Ximeng desperately pinched his head to prevent him from seeing the wound.

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, brother, just bear with it"

She asked Qiu Yuanjuan again: "It sounds easier than it is to do. To recover well, the congestion and inflammation must be cleaned up in time. The weather is hot, and the wound must be prevented from festering. It doesn't matter if it's outside, it's afraid of festering inside."

"The flesh can be healed only by cutting it once, but if it is cut repeatedly, it may never recover well."

Qiu Yuanpan looked at Lin Ximeng with more reverence, thinking that Lin Guiren's medical skills are superb, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved.

"Your Majesty is right. I have never seen such a large wound without festering."

He sighed and shook his head: "Especially this is summer"

Lin Xi dreamed and thought: "Maybe I have a way."

She fixed Lin Zhengxiao's head, opened her medicine box, took out the intestinal hose used to replace the Queen Mother's blood last time, and picked out the thinnest one.

"Since it can't be avoided, it's better to make preparations early, bury this tube, leave a small hole for drainage when suturing, and even if there is pus, it will be drained out on its own."

Qiu Yuanpan's eyes could be seen wide open to the naked eye, and he looked at Lin Ximeng with a shocking gaze.

"This old man's flesh and blood technique is already ground-breaking."

"The nobleman doesn't even sew up the flesh, how does the wound heal?"

Lin Ximeng was firm: "Leave only a small opening, and it will not affect the healing of other places. After the congestion is drained, the tube can be pulled out to continue the recovery."

Qiu Yuanpan was cleaning the wound while thinking, only to feel that the enlightenment was surprisingly successful.

"There is such a way in the world"

He treated the internal injury quickly with his hands and feet. According to the method given by Lin Ximeng, he left a small opening and inserted a sheep intestine hose into it.

Sure enough, blood flowed out.

Qiu Yuan was puzzled again: "How to stop the bleeding?"

Lin Ximeng took ice cubes, wrapped them in cotton cloth, and quietly applied them to the wound. After half a stick of incense, the wound stopped bleeding.

"The blood vessels are pre-cooled and contracted, and ice compresses can reduce swelling and drive away inflammation. The method is quick and effective"

Qiu Yuanjue once again cast his eyes on this noble man in his twenties.

He took out a pen and paper, and tentatively asked Lin Ximeng if he could record the whole process and method.

Of course Lin Ximeng said yes.

"I don't know which medical skill Lin Guiren learned, can I ask for a name so that I can go to pay a visit?"

His family has a long history, and Dasheng Dynasty has never heard of such a capable person in so many years.

Lin Ximeng was a little embarrassed. It couldn't be said that it was a combination of modern Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine.

She smiled awkwardly: "I didn't learn from anyone, but I read a lot of medical books and ancient books, and I figured it out by myself. This is the first time. Qiu Yuanpan thinks it is useful, just learn it."

Qiu Yuanpan kowtowed on his knees in surprise and joy, took a paper brush to write down the process in detail, and circled the methods of ice to relieve pain and swelling, catheter drainage and blood stasis.

"If these two methods are effective, the nobleman will have made a great contribution."

Lin Ximeng complained: Of course it works. This is considered common medical knowledge in modern times, but no one knew it in ancient times.

Extremely embarrassing.

"Master Qiu's reputation is just a local recipe heard by hearsay. Your Excellency is the real master of Xinglin."

Qiu Yuan didn't even dare to speak.

After sending Qiu Yuanjuan away, Lin Zhengxiao's anesthesia was almost gone.

There was cold sweat on his face, he couldn't move his upper body, and there was no blood on his cheeks.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Zhengxiao gritted her teeth: "It's okay."

He tried to get up, but was held down by Lin Ximeng.

"I'll send you back later, find an empty house in the front palace, and raise it for half a year before we talk about it"

(End of this chapter)