After the day of hunting, Wei Chi returned to the mansion, was chased by the Tang Dynasty locust army and forced to agree to go to the various mansions as soon as possible to teach the methods of making braised food.

After agreeing, the old coaches seemed not to leave yet. Wei Chi looked cautious and asked carefully: "Four, what else do you need to give advice to the boy? You said, I'll just listen to him."

Several old coaches looked at each other and Li Ji said, "The small bag you treated Dahu's wound today is the medical bag you mentioned before?"

Seeing that several people were asking about our business, Wei Chi's eyes were so bright. After this guy arrived in the Tang Dynasty, he had done it, a chef, a farmer, a landlord, and a private entrepreneur. Although he recited the name of a miracle doctor, he really didn't do much about the achievements of his old business, which made him both regretful and ashamed. Now, someone finally asked about it, and the opportunity to be proud is here.

With a heavy cough, corrected his expression and attitude, the guy showed an unprecedented serious attitude and said, "Yes, but this is just a simple bag, not as professional and complete as a medical soldier."

"As you said before, can ordinary soldiers learn to use it after training?"

Li Ji asked afterwards. Wei Chi looked at the posture of Cheng Zhijie and the old Duke of Yuchi, and was eager to come up and pinch his neck to ask. Wei Chi nodded quickly and said, "Yes, first aid knowledge should be taught to all soldiers, because it is very simple and professional treatment requires a medical soldier in the army with a small number of people but specializing in medical skills. How have you figured out if you uncles and the medical soldier mentioned by my nephew last time?"

This problem made the old coaches look sank. Cheng Zhijie said: "It's hard! Grandma, there are too few doctors. Now, even a single ward and a doctor can't do it. Those old guys in the Imperial Hospital, hum!"

Wei Chi sweated coldly, for Cheng Zhijie's momentum. He had basically seen the old doctors in the Imperial Hospital. They were all in their sixties and could not force them to go to the battlefield anymore. They were old arms and legs, and they could not withstand the bumps.

Insufficient medical resources are a problem faced in every era. Doctors were ranked among workers in the Tang Dynasty. In the imperial examination system of the Tang Dynasty, except for those who commit crimes, workers and businessmen were not allowed to participate in the imperial examination. In this era, the status of doctors was not ordinary low. Even if they were responsible for saving lives and helping the wounded, this is a fact that there are not many doctors now.

Wei Chi decided to go straight to the topic: "Enjoyed father, uncles, military doctors, do you belong to sergeants or workers in the army? It is better to figure out this question first. As long as the court has a clear notice, my nephew can help train a group of medical soldiers immediately. This is my nephew's business."

Several old coaches all understood people, and Wei Chi said that they could understand the interests. Indeed, for doctors, the first thing to do is to be willing to study medicine, and to attract people to study medicine is useless to say it by their mouths. If the court does not give any attitude support, it may have limited effect.

The few people discussed for a while and asked Wei Chi to come out the entire training plan first. The others would be handed over to several old coaches. After the discussion, the few people still had no intention of leaving. At this moment, Wei Chi understood that they were all his elders, including his adoptive father, who could not drive them. They gritted their teeth, wiped their tears, and kept asking the kitchen to prepare wine and food. Cheng Zhijie was honest and unceremonious: "Wei Xiaosi, let the kitchen prepare more braised food, and prepare more chicken feet, and serve me wine."

Wei Chi said weakly: "Uncle Cheng, it's not called chicken claws, it's called chicken claws."

Cheng Zhijie was very tough and stopped Wei Chi back in one sentence. The man said, "Chicken and phoenix have wings and claws. Anyway, they are just a meal, almost the same, almost the same. Besides, that is indeed chicken feet!"

Wei Chi almost spurted out blood, and he wanted to hear what the phoenix and chicken thoughts!

The huge number of pheasants beaten by the Big Tiger and the Two Tigers finally came in handy. They were washed and peeled, and all made into braised food, served with wings, chicken feet, neck, chicken liver, etc., and other dishes were enough to deal with the locust army. Then they made a pot of wine, ate braised meat, and drank a small wine. It was so delicious and so happy.

After a few glasses of wine, everyone was excited about the topic of military doctors. They were originally talking about the construction of military doctors. As they were talking, the topic turned to the record of the loss of life of soldiers caused by lack of medical treatment in the army. The old general said that his soldiers were injured, several died, and several died because they were not treated. In short, Wei Chi felt a burst of soreness in his heart, and almost slapped the table while drinking, swearing to contribute all the light and heat to the military medical construction of the Tang Dynasty. Fortunately, he was still half rational and did not make such an irresponsible oath.

As we talked about the medicinal materials for stopping bleeding, producing muscles and anti-inflammatory. Although we have been learning it for a while after Sun Simiao, Wei Chi still dared not say that we understand it and needed to continue learning.

Wei Chi just remembered what Xie Jiu said about blood exhaustion. This is a precious Chinese medicinal material. It has the effects of anti-inflammatory, stopping bleeding and muscle production, dispersing blood stasis and relieving pain. It is used for the treatment of various Chinese medicinal diseases. It has been clinically proven that it has a total effective effect of fractures, soft tissue damage, coughing up blood, excessive vomiting of blood, etc., such as fractures, blood sap, diureticus, and Puhuang. These are all good medicines for stopping and anti-inflammatory diseases.

The Tang Dynasty already had the concept of a pharmacist. In this era, it was called a pharmacist. He was responsible for purchasing various medicines and mixing preparations, and was strictly distinguished from the doctors who were in the clinic. Of course, most doctors had positions as doctors and pharmacists, and those who took medicine were their own apprentices. For example, the sworn brother of Wei Chi, Sun Simiao, who was the one who took medicine for him, was his little Taoist boy. Sun Simiao was not only a successful doctor, but also an outstanding pharmacist.

As he was talking, Wei Chi talked about Chinese patent medicines. If there were effective formulas to make finished medicines and distributed to various armies, to a large extent, it could alleviate the army's demand for doctors.

Trauma is not like internal medicine, but there are only a few situations. Trauma is just about those. After trauma, muscle growth and healing, anti-inflammatory and stasis, prevent suppuration, and promote wound healing are the primary priority. If you have a finished product and combine it with Wei Chi’s Western medical surgical first aid methods, wouldn’t that solve the problem of insufficient Western medicine caused?

The more I talked about it, the more I felt that this method was good. I took advantage of the drunkenness and asked someone to invite Xie Jiu and then sent someone to invite Sun Simiao to discuss it together. Wei Chi felt that if it was really successful, then this should be called jointly developed by current experts and scholars of traditional Chinese and Western medicine?!

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Although I was late, I still had three chapters of the call! Hehe, I am very satisfied, are you all very satisfied?
Chapter completed!