Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

188 The Feasibility of an Operation

Jian Qingqing quietly sowed the seed of ‘Connecting the dots’ in Wei Wusheng’s heart. She was not in a hurry to let it take root and germinate. If she said too much, it might backfire.

She then changed the topic. “Since the numbing and boiling powder can paralyze people and shave their bones and flesh, then can you cut open their stomachs to treat the internal injuries inside and then sew them back up?”

Wei Wusheng was still immersed in the conversation just now, and when he suddenly heard this question, he was extremely shocked and asked with his eyes wide open, “How can you have such a whimsical idea!?”

Jian Qingqing raised her eyebrows and said with some doubt, “Whimsical? Have you tried it? How do you know it’s whimsical?”

Wei Wusheng suddenly smiled and stroked her hair. He laughed loudly and said, “You’re really a child. Do you still need to try this kind of thing? Just think about it and you know it’s impossible. How can you still live if you cut open a person’s stomach? The blood has already flowed out. Do you think sewing clothes and sewing a person’s stomach is the same?”

Jian Qingqing thought about it and felt that it was true. In modern times, surgeries required blood transfusions, but there was another situation that might be possible to try in this era. She said, “Is it difficult for a woman to not give birth to a child? In a situation where she is going to die anyway, why not gamble on this chance of survival? Perhaps she might even survive.”

Wei Wusheng was not very familiar with the field of women giving birth, but he knew some of these things. He said, “In the end, when a woman gives birth and is unable to give birth, the midwife will also use a caesarean section to save the child, but in this way, the mother will die, without exception.”

“Moreover, many midwives are women who have not studied medical knowledge. As you said, it’s impossible for them to sew the stomach back.”

Jian Qingqing listened to these words in a daze. It seemed that these medical skills that could save people were indeed very difficult to achieve in this era where there was not enough food to eat and there were frequent wars. She sighed and still needed to take things one step at a time.

Wei Wusheng patted her head and comforted her, “Don’t think too much. However, I feel that your thoughts are very special. If you have any other thoughts, you can tell me. Perhaps I can try it out.”

Jian Qingqing recalled that another reason why the mortality rate in ancient times was extremely high was because of wound infection. In this era, even if it was just a cut on her finger, she might still die from the wound infection in the end. Hence, in ancient times when medical skills were lagging behind, humans were all very fragile.

Even if they managed to avoid natural and man-made disasters, they could still fall seriously ill or even die from colds, coughs, wound infections, and other causes that were not a problem in modern times.

The most important step to prevent wound infection was to sterilize and disinfect. There was no such saying in this era. Once injured, they would usually apply herbs to stop the bleeding. If there were conditions, they would apply medicinal powder, such as gold sore medicine.

However, soldiers on the battlefield often did not have such conditions. Other than those who could still be treated after being injured, they could take medicine and apply medicine. If they were seriously injured or lightly injured, they would survive. If they were seriously injured and could not survive, they would die, if they were lightly injured, they would be treated after being treated.

However, if they were able to sterilize the wound in time, even without medical treatment, the wound would not deteriorate so quickly.

The medicine used to disinfect the wound was alcohol and saline. These two ingredients could be easily found in this era.

Saline did not have a strong germicidal effect, but it was still better than clean water in cleaning the wound.

Wei Wusheng saw that she seemed to be deep in thought, so he flicked her head and asked loudly, “What are you thinking about? Why are you so lost in thought?”

Jian Qingqing came back to her senses and angrily hammered his arm. “You’ll know tomorrow.”

She planned to try making a simplified version of alcohol, but she could not make it right away. She needed to study it.