Chapter 65: The Wonderful Hands and Vicious

Chen Wanrong's concerns are not redundant, but very necessary. The needle and thread used to suture wounds are used to mend clothes, not medical, and there is no disinfection. The risk of wound infection is quite high. Inflammation and suppuration of the wound is all mild. If the wound causes a burst of malfunction, the problem will be troublesome. This disinfection is very necessary.

"Make some alcohol." Chen Wanrong expressed his thoughts.

If it weren't for a few condenser tubes, just use distilled wine to clean the wounds. This tube prevented Chen Wanrong from taking other measures. Add some charcoal to the brazier, fan Wang with a fan, put it under the porcelain plate, and put some zeolite on it to bake.

He took out another jar of wine, poured a large bowl, and sealed the mouth of the jar. Zheng Qinglinglong thought that she had guessed what Chen Wanrong was going to do, and asked in surprise: "Brother Chen, do you want to make strong wine? The effect of scrubbing the wounds is good."

The spirits she mentioned are what we are talking about now, but the alcohol that Chen Wanrong wants to make is much higher than what she does. She smiled and said, "Yes. The spirits can be disinfected and used to scrub the wounds."

"Brother Chen, what should I do?" Zheng Qing blinked her eyes and looked at Chen Wanrong, looking forward to it.

Qing'e walked over and stood beside Zheng Qing, looking at Chen Wanrong without saying anything, but with a look of hope.

Chen Wanrong said his plan: "First, you have to filter the wine and remove the impurities in it." The Tang Dynasty wine contains fine rice noodles, so it should be cleaned up.

"I'll go find Bu!" Qing'e volunteered and trotted.

Zheng Qing said, "I'll get the basin." She took a light step and went quickly.

After a while, the two women turned around. Zheng Qing put the basin and helped Qing'e cut the linen. She cut off two pieces of linen, stacked them together, and spread them on the basin. The two women took action together and pressed the corners of the cloth.

Chen Wanrong picked up the wine bowl and slowly poured the wine on the linen cloth. A rustling sound rang out, and the wine flowed into the basin, and a lot of fine rice noodles appeared on the linen cloth.

Zheng Qing was very excited and gave an idea: "Brother Chen, since you want to do it, just do more. I will use it today and I will use it tomorrow."

Qing'e immediately agreed: "That's it! Don't always do it. Isn't it good to do it at once?"

This makes sense, and Chen Wanrong thought it was the same. Even if it couldn't be used, it could be used to make ether. He picked up the wine jar and poured it slowly into the linen. He stopped until he poured half of the jar.

I took the linen and saw that the originally turbid wine syrup was much clearer and the filtering effect was very good.

"Brother Chen, what should I do next?" Zheng Qing asked anxiously. She understood the function of the spirits best, but she couldn't do more. Now that there is a way to do it, she certainly has to be anxious. She can't blame her, anyone who is in her situation will be anxious.

The next thing was much simpler. Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "Put the cold zeolite inside."

As soon as Chen Wanrong finished speaking, Qing'e ran out first. When she came back, she clamped a zeolite in her pliers and was about to put it in the basin, but Zheng Qing grabbed it: "Give it to me!"

Qing'e, who has always protected Zheng Qing, refused to do so: "Miss, why are you stealing someone?"

Zheng Qing sniffed at her, turned her head and said mischievously: "If you don't steal yours, who else can you steal?" She carefully put the zeolite in the basin.

Chen Wanrong picked up the basin, left the house, came to the porcelain board, put the basin down, picked up the cold zeolite, and gently placed it in the basin. After putting more than a dozen pieces, Chen Wanrong stopped.

The second woman stretched her neck long, her eyes wide open, and looked into the basin. Qing'e looked confused: "There is no change?"

"I have it." Zheng Qing had a strong observation ability and pointed to the basin and reminded: "Look, there is less wine."

Qing'e looked carefully and found that it wasn't that the wine was less, but it wasn't obvious. If you didn't pay attention, you couldn't find it. She said excitedly: "Add it, add more."

Chen Wanrong joked with her: "Smart!"

This is a slander, the implication is that she is too stupid, so Qing'e can't hear it, and retorted: "You are just smart!"

Zheng Qing was afraid that they would make a big fuss, so she quickly changed the topic: "Qinge, this is not urgent, you have to take it slowly. You have to wait until the zeolite absorbs water fully before you can put it on." After struggling with Chen Wanrong for a few days, he learned a lot of tricks. He is a good student and has made considerable progress.

Qing'e finally understood the reason why Chen Wanrong made fun of him, and gave Chen Wanrong a big roll. Yao snorted in her nose, turned her head and ignored Chen Wanrong.

"Wanrong, what are you doing?" Chen Laoshi quickly walked over and stretched his neck to see that there was nothing but Qingqing wine. He looked at Chen Wanrong in confusion: "Wanrong, what are you doing with the stone in the wine? Are you drinking for the stone? This is too stupid!" When he thought about it, this was very funny, and his old face was full of smiles.

Since Chen Wanrong's "prosperity", Chen Houshi has said that Chen Wanrong is stupid in person for the first time, which shows that it is difficult to understand how difficult it is to understand this matter.

Zheng Qing and Qing'e wanted to laugh when they heard this, but they couldn't laugh, so they could only hold it in. Zheng Qing looked at Chen Wanrong with a smile. Qing'e covered her mouth and chuckled at Chen Wanrong. What they meant was saying, it depends on how you explain it.

Chen Wanrong told the truth: "Dad, we are making alcohol, not asking Shi Tou to drink."

"Alcohol, what is that?" Chen Laoshi was confused again.

Chen Wanrong was about to explain to him, but only the voice of Chen Wangshi came from the room: "Old man, I asked you to call Wanrong over and see, what are you doing? I can't call someone, I'm not young anymore, I'm really hopeless."

Chen Laoshi then remembered that it was for the most important thing. Seeing the strange thing, he actually forgot it. He patted his forehead and said embarrassedly: "Wanrong, your mother asked you to go and have a look. It seems to be getting better."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Wanrong had already walked far away. Zheng Qing followed Chen Wanrong immediately, and Qing'e took the initiative to stay and take care of the alcohol.

"Wanrong, please take a look, are you getting better? There is blood on your face." Chen Wanrong, who rushed into the house, reported with joy on her face. She was kind-hearted, and if this person improves, she is happy from the bottom of her heart.

When Chen Wanrong walked to the bed, he looked at the man and saw that his pale face had already turned blood. Although it was not very obvious, he would not be able to tell if he didn't pay attention. After all, this was a sign of improvement.

Zheng Qing knew much more about this than Chen Wanrong, and said with great certainty: "Auntie, don't worry, he is much better. It's all trauma and it's not a problem. Just rest for a while and take some supplements, and it's good."

"I feel relieved if Miss Zheng said this." Chen Wang was very happy. The kindness of the ancient Taoist charity was reflected: "Old man, take care of me, I'll go to the kitchen to make some porridge."

Grain nourishes people. This person wakes up. If he can drink some porridge, it will be of great benefit to him. This is justified. Chen Laoshi also has a kind heart and is very supportive: "I know, mama! Chop the meat and boil it together. Boil it a little."

"I want you to say it!" Chen Wangshi threw aside and left quickly.

Chen Laoshi walked to the bed, looked at the man, and said, "What a great young man, so handsome! Wanrong, go and do your business, there is a father here."

"Dad, you're here to stay, I'm going to do things." Chen Wanrong turned around and left the house. Zheng Qing naturally wanted to follow.

Back to the original place, I saw that Qing'e had changed the zeolite for a while and the wine in the basin was less. The next thing was very simple. You just need to put the zeolite in repeatedly. After repeated several times, the wine tasted stronger.

"It's all wine, why is the smell of wine so strong now?" Qing'e blinked her phoenix eyes and asked in confusion, staring at Chen Wanrong unexpectedly, waiting for Chen Wanrong to give an answer.

She always opposes Chen Wanrong and rarely asks for help like this, which shows that she already admires Chen Wanrong very much.

These words were exactly what Zheng Qing thought, with a wonderful eye and looking at Chen Wanrong.

Pure alcohol has strong volatility, but alcohol can be soluble with water in any proportion. The previous concentration is low, the volatility is low, and there is less alcohol in the air, so the wine taste is naturally not strong. After several rounds of absorption, the moisture content decreases, the concentration increases, and the volatility increases, and the wine taste must be strong.

If you really want to follow the strict chemical explanation, Zheng Qing and the other women will definitely be confused. Chen Wanrong thought for a while and used the simplest method to explain the doubt: "Wine is cooked with fire, and the wine tastes stronger. The principle is the same, but the methods are adopted differently."

When cooking wine, the temperature increases, the alcohol volatilization increases, and the alcohol in the air increases, and it smells more fragrant. The results of both methods are the same, but the methods are different. This metaphor is easy to understand. As a girl, Qing'e cooks wine a lot. When she heard this, she suddenly said, "Oh, so that's it!"

After repeated several times, Zheng Qing clamped out the zeolite. Qing'e hurriedly picked up the cooled zeolite and prepared to put it down. Chen Wanrong stopped: "Don't put it down."

"Why don't you let go?" Qing'e asked without thinking.

Chen Wanrong sniffed it with his nose and said, "It's almost done."

The alcohol used for disinfection has a concentration limit, not any concentration, and 70% of alcohol has the best effect on bacteria. There are no testing conditions now, so Chen Wanrong can only smell it with his nose. I dare not say it is very accurate. At least this concentration is about 70%, so it can be used.

"It's all over?" Qing'e was very unwilling.

Zheng Qing sniffed it lightly and praised: "What a strong aroma of wine!"

I found a wine bowl, and Chen Wanrong filled it with a lot of it in the basin. After a moment of pondering, this wine bowl was enough to disinfect ten or eight times, and the rest could be made into anhydrous alcohol for ether, and said, "Put it again." Zheng Qing and the other women were waiting for this, and they were busy putting the zeolite into the basin.

This is the first medical alcohol in Chinese history. If there is distillation equipment, it can be prepared through distillation. However, for the current conditions, only zeolites can be used.

Chen Wanrong went into the house with a wine cup. He saw Chen Zhongshi sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the man motionlessly, with soft eyes and compassion.

"Wanrong, what are you making with a wine cup?" Chen Laoshi withdrew his gaze from this man, looked at Chen Wanrong, and asked in confusion: "If you want to drink, you have to make two dishes."

His imagination was good, but the donkey's lips were not right. Chen Wanrong held back his smile and said, "Dad, no. I'm sterilizing him." He found a clean piece of cloth, held it in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, and poured some alcohol on the piece of cloth.

Zheng Qing reminded: "Brother Chen, be careful and don't hurt him."

It’s not a question of whether alcohol is painful or not, it’s very painful. She is kind-hearted, but she doesn’t understand the effects of alcohol. Chen Wanrong didn’t explain, but responded according to her wishes and carefully wiped the cloth on the wound.

After wiping a few times, the man's breathing suddenly became rapid, his face began to twitch and he kept twisting. Chen Zhongshi was confused, so he stared at the boss with his eyes wide open. Zheng Qing is an expert, and he could understand the truth at a glance, and his tone increased a lot: "Brother Chen, be gentle, you have hurt him."

Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "It hurts very much when you rub the alcohol on the wound! There is nothing you can do about it."

Zheng Qing had to say something else, but after hearing the last sentence, she had to stop talking. She looked at Chen Wanrong nervously, her eyes full of anxiety.

The man suddenly turned out his right hand and grabbed Chen Wanrong's arm. Chen Wanrong felt like he was tying an iron hoop, almost breaking, and his mouth was so painful that it would have been cracked. If he weren't for being tough, he would have been screaming loudly.

This was a conditioned reflex under pain, and he caught whatever he caught. Chen Wanrong could understand this reaction, but he could not stand it if he used such a big force.

Zheng Qing rushed up and pulled her. Chen Laoshi also saw something was wrong. He grabbed the man's finger and beat him hard, which was useless.

Just when the three of them were at a loss, the man opened his eyes suddenly, stared at Chen Wanrong, and shouted sternly: "Rubber, you dare to do evil!" The voice was quite loud, which made Chen Wanrong's ears buzz.

"Let go quickly, we are not traitors!" Zheng Qingjiao shouted: "We are treating your injuries, don't misunderstand it."

The man's mind was awake. After looking at him, he saw a great beauty, an old man, and a young man looking at him with great care. If they were traitors, there would be no good people in the world. He started his hand lightly and said embarrassedly: "I didn't mean it. I offended him a lot, please forgive me."

He was subconscious. Although Chen Wanrong was in pain, he couldn't blame him. He gritted his teeth and held back the pain: "It's okay, a little misunderstanding."

The man looked at Chen Wanrong, then looked at Chen Laoshi, and his eyes were filled with surprise: "It's you!" Yan Lai was quite surprised.

Chen Wanrong knew that he had recognized him and smiled and said, "It's us. On March 3rd, thanks to your help, I dare not forget." On the day of selling soap, this man revealed Feng Shicai's identity, which was a helping hand.

"A little effort, Brother Chen doesn't have to go to heart." The man struggled to sit up and said, "Brother Chen is so kind, Wang Shaohua thanked him here. But Wang Shaohua is in danger and is not convenient to stay for a long time, so I will leave you here."

Chen Wanrong hurriedly stopped him and said, "Brother Wang is serious. Brother Wang, please forgive me for your current injury. With your current injury, it will be even more dangerous if you go out."

Wang Shaohua said without thinking: "Brother Chen said very well, but I can't implicate Brother Chen. If I were here, it would bring disaster to Brother Chen."

Chen Wanrong had long thought about this and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, don't worry, I have saved you, just do the best to the end, and heal your injuries."

"Brother Chen has a strong friendship, and Wang Shaohua never forgets it!" Wang Shaohua still insisted on his own opinion. After thinking about it, he said: "Brother Chen doesn't know who is going to kill me. They are powerful. If I leave now, Brother Chen will be out of danger. On that day, I was just saying something. Brother Chen saved me today and has already returned it. Brother Chen doesn't have to take it to heart anymore."

He thought Chen Wanrong saved him because he helped Chen Wanrong with a little help in Chang'an that day, but it was not the same thing at all. Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "I'm going to hide it from Brother Wang, I'm not saving you because of this."

Wang Shaohua was a little curious and asked, "Brother Chen, why is this?"

Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "It's because of Dou Ji."

"Dou Ji?" Wang Shaohua frowned and was stunned for a moment.

Chen Wanrong reminded: "There is a warrior around Dou Ji, who looks a bit similar to Brother Wang."

Wang Shaohua suddenly realized and said with a smile: "That's my father! My father, Mr. Meng, refused to abandon him and was called as a guard." He looked at Chen Wanrong and stopped talking. Chen Wanrong nodded slightly and did not speak.

"I understand, I understand. Are you afraid that your father will make things difficult for me?" Wang Shaohua shook his head and said, "Brother Chen is worried about it. This is the relationship between father and son. If Brother Chen does not save me, my father will make things difficult for me in the future. Even the prince will not be able to stop me. If you can't do it openly, you will always be able to make some trouble."

He paused to comfort Chen Wanrong: "Brother Chen, don't worry, even though my father is spoiled, it's not like this. What's more, Brother Chen has already helped him, so my father will only be grateful. Brother Chen, say goodbye." He is about to get out of bed.

Chen Wanrong stopped Wang Shaohua and smiled and said, "Brother Wang, please don't worry too much. I saved you before, because I thought of Rong less being tied. Now I don't have this idea. I'll save you!"

This statement is a bit new. Wang Shaohua didn't understand the meaning and asked in surprise: "Why is this?"

"You are a good person. If I don't save you, wouldn't I become a bad person?" Chen Wanrong said loudly: "I dare not say anything else, and I won't not save a good person!"

Chen Wanrong's words were not bold, nor were they guaranteed. They were very simple, but they had a force that could not be disrespectful! Mr. Wang looked at Chen Wanrong with a look of surprise on his face, not knowing how to speak.
Chapter completed!