Episode 191. Questionable disciple (2)
“Those vials lined up there are distilled spirits. Co on, bring it and pour it.”
“yes.”
“Don’t just pour it in like that, pour it moderately and wipe it off with a cotton cloth.”
“Your sister just poured it in, didn’t she?”
“I was trying to see how the wound was before, and now I’m hiding on the other side… Hey, just give it to . I have to teach her the basics quickly…”
Pyeonseon, as if she didn’t like the amount Sara was doing, took a vial, poured it on the affected area, and wiped it with a cotton cloth to find another part of the broken blood vessel.
click.
Pyeonseon pulls the blood vessel found with Kelly and examines the cross section. Then, with a slight frown, I cut the cross section with scissors and put it together.
“Hold this. You can’t move at all because you’re going to connect blood vessels.”
“Like this.”
“Yeah, stay as is.”
Pyeonseon put two blood vessels together, then picked up a very small and thin half-moon-shaped needle with a needle holder and started sewing.
Sarah’s eyes widened as she began to reconnect the broken veins.
Until a mont ago, I was distracted and did not understand the specifics of connecting blood vessels, but now I understand.
‘Three Gods! You might be able to connect them by stitching the blood vessels so precisely. But won’t it explode if I connect it like that?’
How hard would it take to stitch that tiny blood vessel so tightly? I had no imagination.
The wires were connected to the blood vessels, knotted, and carefully finished with scissors.
apart.
When I released Kelly from my grip, my veins swelled tight and blood circulated.
“Phew~. Luckily it didn’t explode.”
The pyeonseoneun then checked the wound by scraping away the tiny capillaries with the pharynx.
Cheer up.
Then the tent door opened and the fireman entered.
“Obo is talking about sha. What kind of patient are you?”
Pyeonseon lowered his head slightly when the painter ca in and opened his mouth.
“It’s a patient whose temporal artery was cut, but it was connected a while ago and I was looking at other parts.”
“Are there any symptoms of subdural hemorrhage?”
“Yes, luckily there wasn’t.”
“Let’s see you soti.”
The painter exercised clairvoyance and examined the patient’s head.
“It’s fortunate that the surgery went well, and finish it all.”
“Your master.”
While the fireman and Pyeonseon were talking, Sara was anxious and watched, fearing that the fireman might ask her to leave.
However, the painter patted Pyeon-seon on the shoulder and left without paying much attention to Sara, even though he saw her.
“Beon-ah’s patient also had one of his legs almost crushed, so he must be doing well…” As
the painter disappeared, Pyeon-seon’s hand movents gave him confidence.
* * *
“A broken blood vessel was repaired?”
Old Man Namhwa’s eyes widened as he listened to Sara’s words.
“Yes old man. A female disciple nad Pyeonseon spliced the temporal artery of the bloody patient’s head.”
“What is the temporal artery?”
“This blood vessel on the side of the temple was called the temporal artery.”
Sarah pointed to a part of her head and explained. Then, old man Namhwa nodded as if he understood.
“If the temple is damaged enough to cut blood vessels due to bloodletting during bloodletting… it can never be saved… it’s a dical technique that connects the blood vessels. Is that why the flesh of patients whose limbs were amputated did not rot?”
Old Man Namhwa was surprised when one of his questions was answered, but on the other hand, he was also happy.
“So what else did you see?”
“When I washed the affected area, I almost always washed it with alcohol called distilled spirits, and when I asked why, they said it prevented contamination.”
“Ho~. Distilled spirits had that effect. Sohow, when I washed the patients’ affected areas with water, I thought it was strange because it slled like alcohol, but it turned out to be alcohol, not water.”
“They also stead their flesh with a heated iron, to prevent capillary bleeding.”
“You’re killing ? No matter how much it is to stop the bleeding, wouldn’t that be like dying from being burned?”
“It wasn’t supported continuously, but it was slightly brushed.”
“Hmm~. That would need a knack.”
“…these are all I saw today.”
Old Man Namhwa, after hearing her words, was so happy that he even closed his eyes and went over the contents one more ti.
“Good job. It was very difficult.”
“Then let’s go.”
After Sara finished reporting to Old Man Namhwa, he approached the old man with a sword and bowed his head.
“Uncle, I’ll go alone.”
“Yeah, good job. Thanks to your hard work here, Master was pleased, so good things will happen later.”
“I am just happy to have satisfied the elderly.”
“Heh heh heh…..”
The old man with the sword laughed for a while, as if he was satisfied with the niece’s answer.
* * *
While Sarah was learning basic dical knowledge and assistance thods in the fireman’s hospital room, the weight of the fight between the feudal alliance and Dong Zhuo’s army began to lean sharply to one side.
There is an outstanding general nad Lü Bu in Dong Zhuo’s army, but there are many generals who are comparable to him in the alliance, and above all, the alliance has many soldiers with practical experience accumulated by sweeping the Yellow Turbans.
Dong Zhuo sees damage every ti he fights, so he expects ruin and eventually cos to an extre thought that he should move the imperial capital from Luoyang to Chang’an.
Dong Zhuo, who gathered ministers in the imperial palace and insisted on the transfer of the capital, beheaded ministers who opposed his idea, and dug up all the property of the imperial palace and the property buried in the tombs of the kings.
All those who opposed him were killed, and no more opponents appeared.
In Luoyang, while sothing to do with such a heavenly man was happening, Sarah was eagerly learning dicine from Pyeonseon.
At first, Sarah studied dicine with the intention of only fulfilling the orders of old man Namhwa, but after experiencing the divine and mysterious dical techniques of the priest, she beca really motivated and started learning dicine.
A month passed like that, and when the painter acknowledged her as a disciple, Sarah was able to call Pyeonseon the sister-in-law and Obona Bunah death penalty.
Sarah beca a disciple of the painter, but still went out of the hospital at night to tell old man Namhwa what she had seen.
Old Man Namhwa understood that he had learned most of Hwabu’s dical techniques from her, but he could not say that he had learned everything.
And among them, in particular, anesthesia was made using which herbs, and it was impossible to find out what the mixing ratio was.
“Are you saying that even the misinformation that you are the disciple of Congressman Hwa didn’t know about the slander of an anesthetic?”
“Yes old man. Even though I threw away my pride and even seduced her… she said she didn’t know.”
Sarah even went so far as to say things that are difficult for a woman to do, revealing how hard she was trying to figure out the anesthetic’s secret.
Hearing Sara’s words, Old Man Nanhua was silent for a mont, perhaps thinking deeply.
“Then, only Congressman Hwa knows the slander of the anesthetist.”
“yes.”
“But why didn’t you seduce Congressman Hwa and seduce Misinformation?”
“Rep. Hwa is such a bigot, so even if I tried to seduce him… he wouldn’t give an excuse.”
“Hmm~. Even though I’m still full of blood… I can’t believe that your beauty doesn’t work. He is also soone who can impress .”
“…..”
“By the way, if you don’t know the slander of the anesthetist, you won’t be able to use the dical techniques you’ve known so far… What should I do?”
“Master, what Ra has known so far is great. The slander of the anesthetist seems to be the slander among the slanders, so I think the only way is to find out slowly over ti.”
As old man Namhwa was troubled, the disciple with a sword insinuated and said sothing to lighten the burden on the niece’s shoulders.
After hearing the disciple’s words, Old Man Namhwa nodded.
“If it is slander that only you know and do not pass on to your disciples, even if you gain absolute trust, you may not be able to gain it. So take the opportunity to mix a little of this into his food.”
When old man Namhwa held out a porcelain bottle containing an unknown powder from his bosom, Sara turned her head and saw her uncle’s expression before accepting it and putting it into her bosom.
“All right. old man.”
I wanted to ask what kind of dicine it was, but the uncle’s expression was not good enough to do so.
‘I want to know the slander, so it’s probably not poison… what is it?’
Sara said goodbye and was about to go back to the doctor’s room when an old man with a sword rushed in hastily.
“Master, it’s a big deal.”
“What’s the matter, are you making such a fuss?”
“Luoyang has now beco a sea of fire.”
“what! Luoyang? Could it be that the allied forces have already crossed the gunners?”
“no. The shooter is still an iron fortress.”
“Then why is Luoyang on fire?”
“It seems that Dong Zhuo suddenly decided on the transfer of the capital, took all the property of the imperial palace, the property buried in the tombs of successive kings, and the property of Luoyang wealthy people, and then turned the imperial palace and Luoyang Chengdu into a sea of fire.”
“This crazy…”
Old Man Namhwa spat out disgust without even realizing it.
There were tis when he couldn’t solve his arrangents for the allied forces because he was paying attention to the fireman, but even so, if he was a general, he knew how to protect the imperial palace and fight to the end.
“What happened to my family? Could it be that they were plundered and burned by Dong Tak’s army?”
“So far I have not been able to figure it out.”
Sara staggered involuntarily.
The old man with a sword opened his mouth as he supported Sara.
“Since ancient tis, Saga has always prepared for risks. So, even if your property is stolen, your family will be safe. Don’t be too heartbroken.”
“I guess so.”
“It will. Master, I think I should go to Luoyang.”
“Co with . Let Ra stay with the Hwabu councilor for the ti being. We’ll find out what happened to Sagajang.”
“I will go with you.”
Sarah braced herself and said that she would follow, but the old man with a sword shook his head.
“If it’s Luo Yang, who has beco a sea of fire… you are rather a burden.”
“Uncle.”
“Congressman Hwabu is protected by the Allied Forces, so staying there will be safe. And it’s convenient for to visit you or deliver the news in person. So go to the Hwabu senator.”
“Huh… I see. Uncle.”
When Sara went to the doctor’s office with a worried expression on her face, the three old n packed their simple belongings and ran toward Luoyang Castle like the wind.
* * *
No matter how many patients the fireman had, when the sun went down, he did not receive any more patients. And in the evening, while resting, I listened to the situation on the battlefield through Eulji.
“It is said that Jojam, the head of the Sasugwan, surrendered because Dongtak’s army made not only Hwangdo but also Lukyang into a sea of fire and transferred the capital.”
“If the guards had been opened, the allied forces would have gone straight into the imperial palace.”
“Yes, right now…”
– What’s wrong with the sister-in-law? What happened? My eyes were swollen…
Then suddenly there was a commotion outside.
There are two people who can be called Oboga-samae, but Pyeonseon is a little difficult to call, and Sara is the only one who can call the shogunate like that.
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