Chapter 1237

Qi Baihe, who was preparing to apply medicine, was stunned. He looked at his master and asked, "master, what's the matter?" He does what he says. Is there something wrong?

"That's how you're going to do it?"

Downing picked his eyebrows and looked at his hands. Seeing that he didn't realize where the problem was, he went straight in: "you should not only contact the wound and deal with the wound, but also make sure that the wound is not infected by bacteria. In addition to cleaning the wound, your own hand is also off the key."

She stepped forward and looked at his hand and said, "if your hand is not cleaned up, it will cause secondary infection to the wound. If the wound is infected with bacteria, even if you take the medicine, the wound will not improve, but will continue to deteriorate."

"You have to remember that at any time, you can't be careless. In addition to the wound of the patient, you should always pay attention to your hand. If it is hot, you should also pay attention not to let sweat drip to the wound of the patient, and try not to speak when dealing with the wound, so as to avoid saliva spraying on the patient's wound."

Listening to these words, Qi Baihe nodded positively: "yes, I remember it in my heart." He cleaned his hands again to make sure they were clean and free of bacteria before he began dressing.

The man sat there and thought that what the two monks said could not be understood? What bacteria and what infections? In such a daze time, I saw that the wound on my leg had been bandaged.

"Come back this time tomorrow to change the dressing." Qi Baihe said, let him come back tomorrow.

"Thank you very much. Thank you very much." I don't know if it was because of the change of medicine. He felt that the wound on his leg didn't seem to hurt so much.

"Next." Song Tianyou called out, and saw the next man come in, and his master, had gone to one side and sat down.

Two days later, the number of people who came to the clinic did not decrease, but more and more people came. All the patients were treated by Qi Baihe. At the end of the day, he was very busy.

In the evening, another patient came to the temple. He just looked at the patient in front of him, but he didn't know how to treat him.

"Master, can I cure this?" The old man asked, because he heard that some Buddhist disciples in the temple were very good at medical skills, so he came to ask.

Qi Baihe looked at his master and said, "master, how to diagnose and treat this disease?"

"What do you think should be done?" Downing asked him what he thought.

Qi Baihe hesitated and said, "the lump on this man's face can't be cured."

"You can't cure it with your current medical skills, but you can see how I can cure it." "It's getting late now," said Downing to the old man. "Come back early tomorrow morning."

"Can this or this really be cured?" The old man was also a little surprised. He just came to take a chance to ask, but he didn't really want to be cured. After all, how many years has this lump on his face grown? I haven't heard of a cure.

"Yes, it's a benign tumor. If it's malignant, you'll be dead. But you can't let it grow all the time. In another year or two, it's going to hit the nerve, and it's no help." Downing nodded and told him to come back early tomorrow morning.

The old man left in doubt. As he walked out, he could not help looking back at the monks inside. He murmured in his heart: what's so nervous? What do you say that you can't understand?