Towards evening, Wang Shouyi's parents went home.

His father, Wang Zhongren, put down the medicine and checked Uncle Shan's injuries.

It was just that after it was sutured and bandaged tightly, the depth of the wound could not be seen. However, as a doctor, he had his own judgment on the injury. At the same time, he concluded that Uncle Shan's life could be saved.

Wang Zhongren nodded: "My breathing is stable, my face is pale but my expression is clear, my pulse is steady and strong, and I'm getting better."

Wang Shouyi was sitting next to him. He could not trust his father. He caught his son as soon as he had a fever. No matter how good his medical skills were, he could not cure the fever.

"Ah Da, I hear your Uncle Yong is the Uncle Shan you tried to save." Wang Zhongren was very satisfied with his son.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​sewing up wounds with needles and thread? It's such a... great idea." When Wang Zhongren came back, he met Uncle Yong and told Wang Zhongren about Wang Shouyi's rescue.

Wang Zhongren was curious. He had never taught his son how to save people, so why did he use needles to sew wounds? What was going on?

I hurriedly entered the house and saw that Uncle Shan was not in danger. It was obvious that the treatment was timely and effective, and his life had been saved.

Unfortunately, the bandage was too tight, and I didn't see how the wound was sewn, which made me feel itchy, so I started to ask.

"Does this cheap dad doubt me? He doesn't look like him. He needs to find an excuse to fool me." Wang Shouyi thought in his mind, and soon an idea came to his mind.

"Dad, what's so difficult about this? It's not like mother sewing clothes. You can sew them with threads and you can wear old clothes. The same goes for people."

"Ah..." Wang Zhongren's voice was long and drawn out. He never expected that he had thought of it like this. He couldn't react at once, ah, couldn't say anything, and continued the ah indefinitely.

"Yeah, I didn't think of that. In the past, when I encountered this kind of injury, I could only compress the blood vessel, apply medicine, stop the bleeding, and then bandage it. If there is too much blood loss, the wound is deep, long, and large, it can cost a person's life.

It will be extremely difficult to survive after ten days of death." Wang Zhongren murmured to himself, seeming to have figured out a problem.

For treating wounds, especially in the era of half-hunters and half-farmers, it has been passed down for thousands of years. There are different medicines and methods to stop bleeding. I won’t talk about medicines. The technique is to bind and press needles to stop bleeding and reduce blood flow.

, combined with hemostatic drugs.

There is also the matter of cleaning wounds. Although I don’t know about bacteria, I still understand that when cleaning wounds, they must be clean and free of dirt. Cleaning with wine and cleaning with salt water is recorded and passed down.

Finally, there is another key point: anti-inflammation. It does not mean that there are no anti-inflammatory drugs. It means large wounds, large areas, and inflammation from the depth of the wound. These anti-inflammatory drugs work too slowly, and people’s physical fitness is poor, so the drugs cannot take effect.

He died, and he was seriously injured, which was the reason why he died 10% of the time.

As for the complications of inflammation, such as fever and coma, I won’t go into details. Controlling the wound and reducing bleeding can preserve a person’s vitality. The probability and seriousness of inflammation will be reduced. In addition, by preserving vitality, a person’s resistance will be enhanced.

Complicated symptoms will also be reduced accordingly, and the chance of survival will be greatly increased.

In other words, the significance of stitching wounds can greatly increase the survival probability of seriously injured people. The mortality rate is reduced from 10% to 23%. If treatment is timely, the survival rate of certain types of injuries can even be

Ten to ten, at least ten or more than nine.

After Wang Zhongren figured this out, he couldn't help but get excited and stood up and walked around. In the past, most of the clan members who were seriously injured could survive. How to save those seriously injured people and how to sew them up was in Wang Zhongren's mind

They emerge one by one like watching flowers on horseback.

Wang Zhongren discovered that this method can temporarily save a person's life, and even some people who are sure to die can save their lives. This method of sewing wounds is a bit like the legendary method of bringing the dead back to life, and it can be taught to everyone.

Wang Zhongren thought about it, and his mind went crazy with excitement. This method was better than his predecessors in discovering blood vessels, inventing the use of binding and compression to stop bleeding, and discovering that various hemostatic drugs are effective and applicable. It is really an amazing miracle.

If you promote this discovery to the tribe, record it with stone carvings, and even leave the method and name on the parchment, then you will be like an ancestor, and even if you are not, you will be famous throughout the ages.

Wang Shouyi looked at his father, Wang Zhongren, who seemed to be suffering from hysteria, with his face red and his eyes shining, walking back and forth. He couldn't help but shout: "Dad."

Wang Zhongren brought Wang Shouyi back to his senses. This was discovered by his son. Why did he only think about himself? But it was his son who invented it, which shows that I, the father, also have some merit.

After coming back to his senses, Wang Zhongren looked at Wang Shouyi with a bitter look on his face, at least that's how Wang Shouyi felt.

Wang Shouyi felt a little uneasy, fearing that his cheap dad would see something. Although he had the mentality of an adult, his face could not change even when his heart was disturbed, but this was not his previous life. The body of this life was that of a three-year-old child.

I couldn't completely control it, my face instantly became pale and stiff, and my eyes became stiff.

Just like a child who made a mistake and was discovered by his father.

Seeing his son's appearance, Wang Zhongren couldn't help but feel amused. He adjusted his excitement and put on a loving father's face. He reached out and picked up Wang Shouyi and gave him a kiss.

He said with a smile: "Zai, oh... no, Ah Da, you don't need to be upset, dad is not angry, dad is happy, happy for his son." After saying this, Wang Zhongren burst into laughter.

Wang Shouyi was confused for a moment and looked at this neurotic cheap dad.

"This old man's face-changing skills are really good, just like the face-changing skills in Sichuan Opera." Wang Shouyi discovered Wang Zhongren's ability. He hurriedly entered the room with a worried look on his face, looked at the patient with a deep and serious face, and then looked dazed.

He looked thoughtful, then his face became excited, and he turned into a smiling face when he spoke to himself.

His smiling face looked like that of his father. Thinking of this, Wang Shouyi burst into laughter.

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The laughter of the old and the young aroused the curiosity of Ma Cuihua who was outside and asked loudly: "Brother Ren, why are you and Zai Zai laughing? Is Shanzi okay?"

"Hua Hua, Ah Shan's life has been saved. It was our Zai Zai who saved it. Our Zai Zai has become a miracle doctor and is going to be famous." Wang Zhongren shouted back to Ma Cuihua, his voice was obviously very light, and there was a feeling of comfort from the old days.

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Wang Zhongren replied, looked at his child, and touched it lightly with his face: "Our child has grown up and has abilities." This sentence made Wang Shouyi really feel like his father watched him drive in his previous life.

When you come back, kowtow to your parents, as my father also said.

Suddenly, Wang Shouyi lost his mind and felt homesick. He missed his parents in his previous life. Tears welled up from his eyes. Thinking of his parents' love for him in his previous life, they paid silently, but his repayment was not as good as the one in case.

Here it is.

The door of the memory box is opened, and the wrinkled face, pale hair, messy and erected, and calloused hands touch my face. The rough feeling is the love of my parents for me.

expectations.

Tears could not be stopped, memories were flying, and the emotional threads were being pulled by memories. Intertwined were thoughts about his parents in previous lives. "Dad, Mom, how are you?" Wang Shouyi greeted softly in his heart.

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"Baby, baby, don't cry! Don't cry. Mom and dad are here. It's not a man to cry." Wang Zhongren touched Wang Shouyi's face and stroked it gently. He didn't know that his child was fine just now.

Yes, why did I shed tears all of a sudden?

Wang Zhongren hugged her tightly, patted her back gently, and hummed: "Don't cry, don't cry."

Wang Shouyi came to his senses, his eyes blurred with tears, and for a moment the appearance of Wang Zhongren and his father in his previous life overlapped.

"This life is not bad. There is no child that his parents don't love." Wang Shouyi buried his head in Wang Zhongren's arms and felt the body temperature. This must be his father's arms, warm and reassuring. His thoughts drifted away again, and Wang Shouyi fell asleep peacefully.
Chapter completed!