He murmured, "How could it be..."

Seeing Zhang Xinwei's appearance, Pang Ji smiled and said, "What do you think of Dean Zhang?"

That's right, I don't understand medical skills, but if you say that I was deceived, it means that I look down on me. Moreover, you have a good medical skills, what about now?

I can't even see that boy Su Yu.

Faced with Pang Ji's mockery, Zhang Xinwei was a little embarrassed, or his worldview was impacted and his medical philosophy was chaotic.

However, it is at this time.

Zhang Ying actually struggled to get up. When he stood up, the gauze was already dyed red!

The wound was cracked, and Zhang Ying knew his condition, but he was still standing. He trembled and opened the end of the gauze, then gritted his teeth, and took off the gauze layer by layer.

Blood began to flow down the abdominal muscles...

"Wow!!!"

When the gauze was all uncovered, everyone was shocked. The hideous and terrifying injuries, the terrifying network that was intertwined after the cotton thread was dyed black by blood...

He looked at Zhang Xinwei with a pale face and said, "If President Zhang doesn't believe it, you can lend me a knife."

"No, no need..."

"That's good."

Zhang Ying smiled weakly and fainted again, causing chaos in the court. Zhang Xinwei and Sun Ping'an rushed to rescue him. Fortunately, when he brought Zhang Ying, he thought that his injuries might worsen, so he brought a pack of medical supplies.

After applying medicine, wrapping it with clean and disinfected gauze, stopping the blood again, and Zhang Ying's breath stabilized.

After rescuing Zhang Ying, Zhang Xinwei stood up, looked at his blood-stained hands, looked up at the emperor, and said with some trembling words: "Your Majesty, I am sorry that I am superficial in my medical skills and cannot understand surgical skills."

“But, it does work…”

Needless to say, Zhang Xinwei doesn’t understand, and everyone who has seen the wound doesn’t understand. The treatment is like sewing clothes...

What is this?

The human body is like clothes. If it is torn, can it be sewn with thread?

Sun Ping'an knew it was time to go on his own, so he wiped his hands clean on his clothes, took out a book from his arms, held it up and said, "This is the "Guidelines for the Construction of Military Medical Doctors" written by the disciples of Caomin."

"According to the method in the book, a complete military medical system can be established."

"It will greatly reduce the casualties of soldiers."

Now, without Zhao Zhen’s instructions, a eunuch took the book and sent it to Zhao Zhen. Zhao Zhen looked at the catalog roughly and found that there were three main aspects.

Disinfect, stop bleeding, and suture.

More specifically, there is the theory of blood transfusion, which makes Zhao Zhen dizzy. If there were no real cases, if he was not the emperor, the most unbelievable thing was the theory of ghosts and gods, and the most annoying thing was the response of heaven and man.

Maybe he would think this is a magic trick.

No wonder Zhang Xinwei lost his composure.

Judging from the concept of disinfection in the book, alcohol is really a drug? In this way, can alcohol be listed as a strategic material for the importance of alcohol in the army?

Isn’t it inappropriate to be mastered by the people?

It’s all right for King Runan to sell liquor. Should I hand over the secret recipe for refining alcohol?

Hum? Wait.

Zhao Zhen suddenly thought of something, quickly flipped the book, and saw the detailed contents in the disinfection section. Sure enough, there are methods of refining alcohol, and instructions for liquor and alcohol...

Su Yu, Su Yu.
Chapter completed!