Pan Jixun had been hospitalized in Jiangnan Hospital before, and Pang Xian naturally knew that Pan Butang had extraordinary strengths - his taste system was extremely keen.

Pan Jixun only tastes the medical alcohol brought from Jiangnan once, and then he can accurately determine that the alcohol they distilled out is higher or lower.

"In order to verify the accuracy, we also obtained the approval of the Ministry and conducted a double-blind experiment." Pang Xian said in great admiration: "Put the two medical alcohol brought together with eighteen alcohol of different degrees of alcohol in order, and Pan Bu Tang can find it accurately every time."

"I said why he was drunk every day, and he thought his third brother was drinking to drown his sorrows!" Pan Zhongqi suddenly realized that the case was solved.

"We just invited the Ministry to try it, and didn't want him to have a sip." Pang Xian shouted: "Later, I was afraid that he would get drunk, so we all changed to the smallest one-money cup! He even thought we were stingy and asked people to go to the street to drink."

"Okay, okay, don't do this in the future." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "You are really extravagant to use a second-rank ministry as an alcohol schema."

"That's not to save the lives of the soldiers." Pang Xian hurriedly reimbursed carefully: "There is authority to follow the matter..."

"Ahhhh!" Before he finished speaking, he heard the screams of pigs slaughtering in the ward.

"Is this surgery?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but wonder: "Is there no anesthesia?"

Another important reason for the high cure rate of the injured this time is that the introduction of anesthesia surgery.

The reaction of medical alcohol and concentrated sulfuric acid can produce an excellent anesthetic agent - ether. This thing is much more reliable than Mafei San, sweat medicine, etc.

The importance of surgical anesthesia is self-evident. It not only can relieve the patient's pain, but also makes large-scale operations possible. Such an important life-saving magic weapon, Mr. Zhao, who is afraid of life and death, is afraid of pain, how could it not be developed in advance?

In the alcohol production workshop of Jiangnan Hospital, diethyl ether was already produced by the way three years ago. After nearly two years of repeated exploration, it entered clinical trials a year ago. Hundreds of surgeries have been successfully performed so far... Of course, most of them are minor surgeries such as tooth extraction and bone assembly, and the reliability and safety have been verified.

This is simply a blessing for the wounded soldiers!

Since Southeast Hospital has prepared alcohol, it is impossible to get the ether out. For doctors, it is much easier to get anesthesia with reliable anesthesia, pulling an arrow and taking a projectile. It doesn’t have to be like killing a pig every time.

So Mr. Zhao felt very surprised when he heard the howl like a pig slaughter.

"The surgery is all anesthesia." Pang Xian said a little embarrassedly: "Maybe the anesthesia has passed. It may be that the nurse is changing the medicine for the injured."

"Oh?" Zhao Hao gently pushed open the door of the ward and saw a dozen wounded wounds lying on the long bunk bed.

The scream happened to be from a wounded soldier closest to him. I saw Wang Tiedan, the head nurse of Jiangnan Hospital, Wang Gangdan, the head nurse of Southeast Hospital, using alcohol cotton to disinfect his injured eggs.

Every time the wounded soldier wiped it, the screams of no one, scaring the wounded on the side to the point of no one's face. There were even people who were wrapped in the quilt and trembling like lambs staying there.

I don’t know, but I thought it wasn’t the ward or the silk room.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you to death!" The wounded soldier was in great pain and said unstoppable words to Wang Gangdan.

"You fight." Wang Gangdan is 1.85 meters tall, full of muscles, and has a lot of heart-protecting hair. He is not afraid of intimidation at all.

"Unlock me!" the wounded soldier called out. It turned out that in order to prevent the wounded from struggling desperately, they had to use a cloth belt before changing the dressings, and tie their hands and feet firmly to the bed. The injured part must be held tightly with a strong nurse to complete a dressing change.

"..." Zhao Hao couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that the original nurse must be a man. At least he had to wait until more advanced disinfectant appeared before Mr. Zhao could realize his dream of changing all nurses to girls.

Well, it must be pink and white stockings.

Hi, what do you think!

After calming down, he sighed and said, "It hurts so much to disinfect with alcohol."

"But the effect is good. Before there is any pain-free disinfectant, I can only endure it." After Pang Xian said that, he looked at Zhao Hao with Chen Shigong. For such a thing, I could only count on Mr. Zhao to break through.

Mr. Zhao had a headache. The preparation of iodine is simple, but it is also very irritating. Hospitals four hundred years later use iodine volts, because iodine is made of water as the medium, so it will not be irritating. However, iodine itself is insoluble in water and needs to be processed through a special process. Mr. Zhao didn’t know what to do!

As for several other surgical disinfectants, red and purple potions have average effects and do not meet the conditions for preparation. There is no problem in preparing hydrogen peroxide in the laboratory. Electrolyzed 60% sulfuric acid can be prepared by hydrolysis. However, there is no clue as to how to produce industrially.

It seems that the only thing that can be expected at the moment is stone carbonic acid. Stone carbonic acid is phenol, as the name suggests, which can be extracted from coal tar obtained from dry distillation of coal. Because of its simple preparation, it is the earliest surgical disinfectant used in modern medicine.

However, Mr. Zhao's chemistry knowledge is limited to middle school textbooks. He remembers that in the high school chemistry book, the caustic soda solution is added to coal tar, and phenol and sodium hydroxide react to form sodium phenol dissolved in water. However, coal tar is insoluble in water, so sodium phenol can be obtained by separating the liquid. After separating the liquid, hydrochloric acid can be added to produce phenol. Phenol is slightly soluble in water, so it can still be separated by separating the liquid.

However, this efficiency is extremely low, and it is limited to the laboratory extracting phenol from coal tar. As for how to produce it in large quantities, Mr. Zhao has unique talent and skills for copying knowledge of his previous life, but he has never seen it.

But Zhao Hao was too generous to these doctors, and he gave whatever technology he could, and never kept his own personal information. This led to the dependence of these guys on him, which was much better than other departments. He expected him to solve any problems when encountering them. Do you really think Mr. Zhao is a fat man in Lan?

"I'll think of a solution." But in the end he sighed and took on the task for Institute 04.

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After exiting from the general ward, Zhao Hao came to the senior official ward specially set up for Pan Jixun in the backyard.

As soon as he pushed the door in, he saw Pan Jixun lying on a rolled mattress, writing and painting while sticking out his butt to make hot compresses.

"Good guy, I can't tell it, it's so white!" Mr. Zhao couldn't help but gasp. "Such a dark face..."

"I don't believe it." Pan Butang is indeed very human. He still looks at the face with his buttocks and is in a mood to bicker with Zhao Hao. "You kid are finally willing to show up?"

"I heard that the Ministry was injured, come and visit him quickly." Zhao Hao sat down beside him with a smile and asked with a smile: "Why is this so unique? Didn't I hear that only deserters will get injured on their hips?"

"You fart!" Pan Jixun said with a glance: "I will never be a deserter even if I die!"

"It was when Yipeng buried a lot of gunpowder under the west city wall and blew down the city wall." Pang Xian hurriedly explained to him: "Budou was not afraid and faced the explosion. He was accidentally overturned to the ground and sat on the city wall."

"Damn it, I just sat on the broken bricks. I was so unlucky this year!" Pan Jixun cursed and said in a bad mood.

"Are you seriously injured?" Zhao Hao asked his attending physician Chen Shigong.

"It's quite heavy, so I couldn't move at that time. I sent me a test. It was a sprain between the sacral bone and the coccyx, accompanied by a coccyx fracture." Xiao Chen said, pointing to Pan Butang's buttocks and explained: "He has been reset now, but the local inflammation of the coccyx bone still has some pain."

"Fart! What does it mean to have to hurt? My ass hurts!" Pan Jixun shouted angrily: "And you have to use hot compresses in this position every day, which is so shameful!"

"Oh." Zhao Hao nodded. It turned out that Pan Butang was still ashamed.

"Midang must cooperate with us in the treatment. After a while, the inflammation will be cured." Chen Shigong warned him: "If you do not cooperate with the treatment, the poor healing will continue to hurt. At that time, there is no other way except to remove your tailbone!"

"That won't work. How could I lose a bone!" Pan Jixun was so scared that he covered his butt. He accidentally touched the wound and grinned in pain again.

Seeing that Old Pan was as afraid of pain as he was, Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile and said, "Jidong just laughed secretly, leaving no wounds, otherwise the alcohol disinfection of the sky would make you doubt your life."

"I heard it..." Pan Jixun said with a slight tribute: "Every time I change the dressing, the ward in front of me will scream loudly!"

Zhao Hao then realized that this was the second time Pan Jixun was hospitalized for his father's affairs. He felt a little guilty and ordered in a deep voice: "We must give the Ministry of Health treatment with all our might, don't care about the cost, use the best medicine!"

"Yes." Pang Xian responded in a deep voice, and he remembered something and said, "By the way, young master, Chaoshan people often use a medicine called 'Zhangzhou Babao Dan', which is said to have the effect of raising muscles and astringing sores, cooling and eliminating pain."

"Returning to the yellow?" Mr. Zhao didn't understand for a moment.

"Oh, the dialect in Chaozhou, southern Fujian refers to all inflammations as '立'. The locals say that the Eight Treasure Pill is very magical. Cut it open and eat one piece to reduce inflammation and relieve inflammation, so it is also called..."

"Pianzihuang!" Zhao Hao blurted out.

"It's this name, the young master knows everything." Pang Xian hurriedly exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "The injured people kept shouting that they wanted to take Pianzihuang. Pianzihuang, we have never been in contact with them before, and we didn't dare to agree to their medication rashly."

"Let them eat it, the effect should be good." Zhao Hao smiled and said, "I'll give Budou a few tablets, which is the most suitable for him as mild as a disease."

"But don't drink alcohol if you take this medicine." He instructed again.

"What, will it affect the efficacy or the properties of the medicine be incompatible?" Pan Jixun asked.

"No, it is said that this thing can relieve alcohol. Wouldn't you drink it in vain?" Mr. Zhao laughed.

Everyone wanted to laugh for a while, but they could only laugh. Although Pan Jixun, the former Prime Minister of Hecao, should be the most popular second-rank official, he is also a serious ministry! With such an identity, only the young master can talk and laugh with him without hesitation.

If the rest of them laughed, it would be too unruly.
Chapter completed!