Chapter 99

Song QingHan thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "have you heard of attacking poison with poison?"

The original Xuan was stunned and nodded subconsciously. After the reaction, he looked back at Xia Yunfei's wound. "Ah," he said, and suddenly realized: "so it is!"

Although he has confirmed that the antigen for curing smallpox was in Xia Yunfei's wound, song QingHan still said: "I'm just putting forward a guess. As for whether it is correct or not, it needs to be verified at that time before we know."

Doctor Shi and the original Xuan both nodded and understood his meaning.

However, Xia Yunfei was a little frustrated when he heard that his wound could cure smallpox, and then he heard that he could not.

Except for him, the rest of his family did not escape from smallpox. Therefore, he was so anxious that if he found a way to cure smallpox one day earlier, his family would have more hope for life. Otherwise, even if he did not have to worry about smallpox all his life, what's the use?

Song QingHan and others also understood Xia Yunfei's urgency, so they spent all their time on the road except for convenience and food. After two days and two nights of running, they finally arrived at the town nearest to the desert.

As soon as he got out of the car, Xia Yunfei rushed to the desert alone as agreed before, preparing to bring out a man who had been infected with smallpox for doctor Shi and song QingHan to do "experiments".

In fact, he wanted to take one of his family members, but on the one hand, they had been ill for a long time and could not disguise as normal people. Secondly, he heard that the experiment was risky. If one was careless, he would fall down. Therefore, he finally decided to bring out an unimportant and voluntary person.

"Voluntariness" was emphasized and emphasized by song QingHan. Although Xia Yunfei was not convinced by the doctor who looked very tender, because doctor Shi highly respected song QingHan's words, he could only choose to listen.

It will take at least a day for Xia Yun to fly back and forth to the desert. After several people of song QingHan washed away their tiredness, they took time to rest and prepared to meet the challenge in the best condition.

When they wake up and have dinner, they are ready to exercise. Xia Yunfei comes back with a thin man.

In order to facilitate the experiment, they rented the most remote courtyard of the town.

In this way, even if something happens, to put it mildly, they will not affect others.

Xia Yunfei took the man into the room prepared by song QingHan and others, and explained to them: "this is Qingfeng, the youngest son of my neighbor's family. He is the latest group to get sick. I have told him and his family that this time out, they will not be able to go back. They all answered."

Song QingHan nodded and sent the simple mask and gloves he had prepared before to Yuanyuan Xuan, doctor Shi and his little boy. After demonstrating how to use them, he said in a deep voice: "it takes some time for us to recover. The faster we move, the better."

Probably because of his modern experience, "he has never eaten pork, but he has seen a pig run", so now he looks calm and confident.

However, they were different. Although they agreed to come here, they still had no idea how to operate it. Seeing song QingHan so active, they could not beat back. They could only follow him honestly and decided to follow his command for a while.

The room was not big, and it was even cramped after being crowded with six people. However, the breeze lying on the bed felt at ease. It was probably because he had not seen so many strangers for a long time, and all of them were normal people without smallpox infection.

Song QingHan took out the scalpel for disinfection, wiped it on Qingfeng's arm with a handkerchief stained with liquor, waved the scalpel, and cut a hole in his clean skin.

Then, he made a cut in Xia Yunfei's hand in the same way, but different from Qingfeng, Xia Yunfei's mouth was in the ulceration, and song QingHan gently scratched it with a scalpel, and the pus in it flowed out.

Song QingHan was quick in his eyes and quick in his hands. He picked all the pus on the scalpel and smeared it on the bleeding wound of Qingfeng.

Although the breeze felt a little disgusting, but it was hard to endure.

If he can cure his smallpox, let alone smear pus on his body, he is willing to drink it!

Worried that there was not enough pus in one place, song QingHan broke another ulcer of Xia Yunfei, until he made sure that there was enough pus left in Qingfeng's wound, so he stopped and quickly bandaged the wounds for the two.

His action is very fast, from entering the door to packing things ready to leave also a burning incense time.

Seeing that he had no follow-up action, doctor Shi was stunned and asked in surprise, "is this OK?"

Five lines of sight projected on his body, song QingHan realized that he had not explained from the beginning to the end. He coughed softly, pointed to the outside, and calmly said, "go out and say."

The crowd swarmed into the courtyard. Dr. Shi pondered for a moment and said hesitantly, "although Qingfeng promised to live or die, it's really too hasty to adopt such a hasty method.

because he believed too much in Song QingHan's medical skills and had no clue about how to cure smallpox, he chose to follow song QingHan's command, but when he saw song QingHan, he was still in a hurry After such a simple and crude experiment, his ideas inevitably wavered.This time it's pus, blood and saliva. If it's not good all the time, is it necessary to keep trying?

If this kind of operation is not harmful to Xia Yunfei and Qingfeng, it's OK. But what if it accelerates the death of Qingfeng? Is it difficult to change someone every time?

Song QingHan understood doctor Shi's concerns. After all, if he saw another doctor doing such a mess, he was afraid that he would beat the other doctor's teeth all over the place.

But he couldn't tell them that he had seen someone cure smallpox patients in this way before, right?

He pondered for a moment and then said slowly, "no matter what will happen, someone must be the first one. If you change to Dr. Shi, where will you start?"

Doctor Shi was stunned and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he let out a long sigh and shook his head: "if it was me, I'm afraid I can't get this hand."

Song QingHan nodded with understanding. He knew the character of doctor Shi. Like most traditional Chinese medicine doctors here, Dr. Shi's character is mainly conservative. For example, when a patient is dying in a TV play, the scene in which traditional Chinese medicine fights poison with poison and finally saves him is rarely seen.

To put it bluntly, if we use stimulation to save patients who have no medicine to treat, it is just icing on the cake for a long time famous doctor. It doesn't matter whether or not, but if not, it will be a fatal blow to their reputation.

If they were not famous doctors, they might make special attempts, but patients often did not want to believe them, so in the end, most doctors were willing to take conservative measures, even if they had failed, they would not have done so.

Doctor Shi understood the meaning of song QingHan, but his servant couldn't see it. He asked, "what's the difference between your behavior and human life? Since he came here, you have never checked your pulse or inquired. You have acted on your own ideas. If you succeed, it will only be a blind cat meeting a dead mouse! "

Although Xuan's temperament was calm, he saw someone speak ill of his master, and his temper also came up. He stepped forward to block song QingHan and frowned: "since my master has made such a behavior, it is naturally a choice after careful consideration. You are not my master. How do you know if he found something so decisive?"

Seeing that the two little ones were going to quarrel, Dr. Shi quickly became a peacemaker and advised him, "it's a foregone conclusion now. It's useless to argue again. Let's wait a few days to see the result."

What else did the boy want to say, but there was a strong knock at the door.

Song QingHan frowned and asked, "who is the man outside?"

"Open the door! Don't blame us for not opening the door again! " A rough voice sounded, and the tone sounded a little overbearing.

Seeing that the visitor was not good, song QingHan made a move to enter the door to the doctor Shi and others. Only when he was left alone in the hospital did he pick up the round stick placed in the corner, pulled the latch open, and said in a cold voice, "I have something to say."

The strong men outside looked around the yard, sneered and said, "foreign beauties, play with the great men. If you serve them well, you will avoid the pain of skin and flesh, otherwise... Hum."

There were so many people on the other side, and all of them seemed difficult to deal with. So song QingHan didn't fight with them. After dropping the round stick in his hand, he chuckled, hooked his fingers, and his eyes moved. He said in a soft voice, "everybody, come in."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned decisively and walked to the room where the breeze was.

Qingfeng seems to be a little surprised, but see song QingHan to him a "Shh" gesture, with the nod, cleverly shrink in the quilt.

Seeing that things were going so smoothly, those ruffians outside suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts. However, the courtyard was quiet and did not look like someone. Moreover, the figure of song QingHan was so enchanting in the light of the light. They couldn't help but rush into the Qingfeng room.

When they saw another person in the room, they were stunned, but after recognizing Qingfeng's thin figure, they looked at each other with a bad smile, rubbed their hands, and excitedly said, "one more, no loss!"

Song QingHan smiles, slowly opens the quilt on Qingfeng's body, signals him to turn his head, sweeps around the strong men like a smile, and says slowly, "now, are you still losing?"