MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 13 parasitic

  Chapter 13 Parasitism

  In the early morning of the next day, there were screams from the pharmacy of Baoantang.

"ah!"

   "Why howling, haven't broken yet."

   Li Ang sat behind the table, looking helplessly at the patient in front of him.

Just like the announcement yesterday at the gate of the Superintendent of Animal Husbandry, today is the reopening day of the Baoan Hall. There is a slanted wooden sign at the door, with a piece of paper pasted on the sign, which reads, "Only treat bone injuries, and the consultation fee is 20 cents. Medicinal materials are calculated separately".

  There are two main reasons why Li Ang chose bone injury as the only business item on the first day of Baoantang.

  First, there are no antibiotics and clean and hygienic medical facilities. Even cutting an abscess with a scalpel is a risk of death, let alone disembowelling or cutting an appendix.

   Only small fractures that can be resolved through reduction without much surgery can ensure the success rate and survival rate as much as possible.

  Of course, "small" fractures are only relatively speaking, at least the patients sitting on the stools waiting in line, listening to the sound of clicking and clicking, their faces turned pale.

   "Turn around, put your hands on the table, don't look at me."

   Li Ang ordered the patient to sit sideways, and asked gently, "What's your last name?

  Where do you live?

  What is the date of birth?

   Has the family ever been married?

  What are your opinions and suggestions on the three-year subsidy funds allocated by Yunzhou City to carry out the first phase of the special plan for persuading farmers and mulberry to develop local characteristic agriculture? "

   "Doctor, my surname is Fu!"

  As soon as the patient was about to answer, Li Ang pinched his slightly deformed left index finger, pulling and pushing with force.

   There was only a click, and the patient's left index finger returned to its original position, while the patient himself, a tall and thick man, squeezed his wrist and cried out in pain.

   "Aww, aww, aww, aww."

   "Okay, that's all right. Don't move this finger, don't lift heavy objects, don't pull, don't scrub hard, don't use this finger to pick your nose, and it's best not to drink alcohol within a month.

  If you think it is not enough, you can buy some bone injury prescriptions made from medicinal materials such as Mutong, Citrus aurantium, Magnolia officinalis and other medicinal materials.

   Available in this store, seventy cents a pack. Of course, you can also go to other pharmacies to buy it, which is basically cheap.

  If the recovery goes well, you can go home and introduce our Baoantang to your seven aunts and aunts.

   If I can bring more people over, I will charge you 20% less when you come to see a doctor in the future. "

   Li Ang said the doctor's order casually, and glanced at the security hall, which was much busier than before.

  There are three rows of stools beside the wall of the pharmacy, like a folk clinic in the memory of another world. The patients who came to see the doctor today were sitting on the stool, and they were basically men with five big and three rough.

  This is the second reason why Li Ang chose to start with a bone injury——Jianzhou Wharf.

  Yuzhou City is one of the key nodes in the north-south water transportation system of Yu State. There are thousands of laborers in the city who depend on the inland river wharf to live.

  Boatman, Lifu, tracker, one who pulls a cart, drives a carriage, and carries goods.

  With a large number of labor force, there will inevitably be production accidents, and every once in a while someone will be injured on the Weizhou Wharf.

   Falls, falls, bruises, fights, and most commonly, work-related fractures.

  ‘If there is no surgery to fix the fracture and rely on the human body to recover by itself, there will generally be three situations.

  One, self-healing, without affecting production and life, and even heavy physical activities can be performed as before.

  Second, there is no problem with dislocation healing in daily life, but it can be seen from the appearance, and it is not convenient to carry out heavy physical activities in the future-it will cause pain or severe pain.

   Three, difficult to heal. If the fracture is broken too thoroughly, the human body cannot heal itself, and internal bleeding and osteomyelitis occur. In an environment without amputation technology, it can be said that death is certain. '

  Li Ang thought silently, picked up the pure wine on the table, put it on the palm of his hand, and scrubbed it vigorously.

  There are two types of fracture healing in medicine. One is anatomical reduction, which means that the deformity and displacement of the fracture are completely corrected, and the normal anatomical relationship of the bone is restored.

  The other is function reset, which only meets the basic functions.

  Spontaneous healing corresponds to anatomical restoration, and dislocation healing corresponds to functional restoration. However, most fracture patients in this era are still unable to heal themselves and can only wait for death silently.

   These people in the security hall, I am afraid that even they themselves do not know, they are already a lucky few.

   Li Ang shook his head, put aside his messy thoughts, and waved for the next patient to come forward.

  The new patient is not a dock worker. He looks thin, wearing a gray shirt, and looks a little familiar.

  Li Ang frowned slightly, and tried to recall in the ocean of memory, "Are you the storyteller of Baolai Restaurant in Chengdong? Your surname is Luo?"

"it's me."

  Mr. Storyteller was a little embarrassed, "Cough, I broke my **** a few months ago. Although it's healed, it hurts when I touch it. Xiao Lang, please show me."

   "It's easy to say, when I was young, I went to Baolai Restaurant to listen to your books. The one that impressed me the most was the Three Kingdoms."

Li Ang smiled and squeezed the injured hand of the other party. The storyteller's face was full of fear, his palms trembled slightly, and his calves trembled. Look how miserable they are all screaming.

  Is there a way to cure it without pain?

   If it really hurts, I'll die anyway, and that's fine. "

  Li Ang said with a smile: "When they cry about pain, it's actually just a psychological effect, it's not that painful.

  I used to be idle and bored, and I often dislocated and practiced my hands, several times a day, to prevent my hands from being raw when setting bones for patients.

  The so-called injury of muscles and bones for a hundred days means that if you exercise your muscles and bones regularly, you can live a hundred days longer.

   If you are really scared, sir, you might as well give a live lecture here. "

   "Talking here? Well, let's talk about the second year of Yuanhe, when the Hua family was ransacked by bandits..."

"ha!"

   Li Ang suddenly shouted, which startled the storyteller and the patients sitting on the stools waiting by the wall.

"alright."

   Li Ang let go of the palm he had connected during the binge drink, and said calmly: "Twenty Wen of sincerity."

   "This, ah, hiss"

The storyteller grinned his teeth in pain as he looked at the fingers that had already been connected. He jumped up and took out two ten copper coins from his pocket, put them on the table, and said in a slightly resentful tone, "Young man, just do what you say. No notice."

   "Mr. Luo, you used to tell stories in restaurants, didn't you just stop when you wanted to, and break it up next time if you said it would be broken down next time?"

  Li Ang said calmly, "An unexpected ecstasy, how wonderful."

   "嗤—"

  The storyteller blew his eyebrows angrily, but the patients waiting in line laughed.

   Li Ang glanced there, his gaze paused on a young man, his brows were slightly frowned.

  The young man was wearing a plain green shirt, a head-dress, and long boots. There were copper rings on his belt around his waist, and belts hung from the rings, and he was tied with a sachet, a money bag, and a jade pendant.

   And on his waist, there is a saber hanging.

  In Yu State, ordinary people were allowed to carry swords and weapons, and bows and arrows were not allowed among the people, only crossbows and metal armor were banned. Many scholars like to carry expensive sabers to show their status.

  However, the saber that the young man was carrying was different from ordinary swords—the sword's grid was thin and narrow, and the hilt also appeared long and narrow, making it obviously difficult to hold.

  The two looked at each other, and Li Ang cupped his hands, "My lord, you also came to see a doctor? Today, the Baoantang only sees the orthopedics department, not other diseases."

"I?"

  The young man shook his head and said, "I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm here"

   Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of vomiting from outside the door.

I saw two men, with a strong man covered in sweat, rush into the security hall, pushed away the storyteller standing in front, and kept shouting: "Doctor, doctor! Look at my big brother!" !"

"what happened."

   Li Ang frowned, stood up from behind the table, and walked forward.

  I saw the man who was helped in, there were still traces of vomiting on the clothes on his chest, his face was flushed, and he was still conscious.

   "Help him sit down."

   Now is not the time to emphasize only treating bone injuries. Li Ang asked two family members to put the patient on the stool and asked, "What's going on? What's wrong?"

   "Water, water dysentery."

  The two family members were out of breath from running just now, and their words were a little confused. It took a lot of effort for Li Ang to understand what they meant.

  The patient's surname is Sha, his name is De, and he is the owner of an inland river cargo ship.

  A few days ago, Shad came back from Zhou Kingdom in the south with the goods. As soon as he delivered the goods to the owner, he fell ill, had fever, dizziness, diarrhea, and vomiting.

  At first, the family members thought they had "watery dysentery", that is, a digestive system disease. However, after taking medicine for several days, they still failed to get better.

   "Diarrhea and vomiting?"

   Li Ang frowned, moved the table away, poured a pile of pure wine on his hands, and performed a physical examination on Shad.

  No abnormality in the head, chest and abdomen, but lumps in the legs.

  Li Ang squatted on the ground, his heart moved, and he shouted loudly: "Cuiqiao, bring the knife."

   Before there was a response, the young man standing in the corner took a step forward, drew out his sword, and handed it back without any nonsense, "Here."

   Li Ang looked up at him, didn't say much, picked up the saber and cut at Shad's trouser leg.

   Tear and pull.

  The fabric of the trouser legs was cut open, and the Shad family members who were watching, as well as other customers in the security hall, all exclaimed.

  On Shad's left leg, there were cord-like indurations, lumps, blisters, and pustules, which looked ugly, like edema and diseased pork.

   "Are there blisters?"

The moment Li Ang saw the rope-like hard knots, an ominous premonition rose in his heart. He took a deep breath, poured a hand of pure wine, held the hilt of the sword firmly, and cut the wound on Shad's leg very gently. Biggest one blister.

  呲—

   A magnificent yellow liquid flowed from the blisters,

  What is even more frightening is that in the festering hole below the blister, there is a white, slender worm, writhing wantonly.

   "Parasite"

   Li Ang was slightly suffocated, one of the most serious and deadly diseases in this era.

  He stood up and shook his head at the patient's family.

  (end of this chapter)