But similarly.
It is precisely because the source of infection is feces that the antibacterial effect of garlic extract can reach its maximum.
Among them, Escherichia coli, Gram-positive cocci, and Gram-negative bacilli are all targeted by garlic extract.
Even if Wang Yue really develops severe sepsis, garlic extract can still effectively achieve a lethal effect, though the thods would be more complex. (See the author's note)
Of course.
It would be better if it were just bacteremia.
After all, the current dical conditions are too limited, and many treatnt plans from later tis cannot be replicated.
Then Xu Yun opened the glass bottle containing garlic extract, used a sterilized spoon to scoop out a mouthful of the alcohol solution containing garlic extract.
He then gently applied it to Wang Yue's wound.
Anyone who has had alcohol applied to a wound knows.
Alcohol is different from iodine tincture; when applied to a wound, it produces a very strong irritation, a sharpness that is simply unbearable for most people.
Even a wound the size of a fingernail can make a grown man howl in pain.
However, when Xu Yun applied the garlic extract solution to Wang Yue's wound, this big man hardly reacted, with only a slight twitch of his muscles.
This is not a good sign, indicating that signaling in so areas has been completely blocked.
If the signaling can be blocked, let alone the body's functions, and even in so areas, proteins may have beco inactivated.
Seeing this situation, Old Su couldn't help but frown.
Although he wasn't aware of the concepts of garlic extract and antibiotics, his sense of sll was intact:
He could sll the alcohol from the bottle and was sure it was strong alcohol.
And what happens when strong alcohol splashes on a wound, this Northern Song dical expert surely knows.
Yet Xu Yun's hand only paused slightly, then continued to apply the solution.
After about a quarter of an hour.
The wound on Wang Yue's chest was covered with garlic solution, and the whole room was filled with the sll of garlic.
Clang—
Xu Yun put the spoon back into the glass cup, stood up and said to Old Su:
"Master, the dicine has been applied."
Wang Bing, who was beside him, couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly asked:
"How long will it take for Zheng Ru to... um, if Zheng Ru can be saved, how long until we see results?"
Xu Yun thought for a mont, the local garlic extract usually takes effect in about two hours when applied topically, but the ancients had much lower drug resistance compared to later generations, so the effective ti would definitely be much faster.
Breaking it down completely...
One and a half hours should be enough, right?
But out of caution, he reported a more conservative ti:
"If everything goes smoothly, you should see results in one hour."
Wang Bing's lips twitched a few tis, but he ultimately said nothing.
During Xu Yun's earlier pharmaceutical process, he had already learned about Xu Yun's background from Old Su.
An escaping male actor from a pleasure boat, except for sowhat strange attire, showed no special expression.
Therefore, although Wang Bing emotionally hoped his brother could survive,
rationally, he kept being told that Wang Yue's life was probably counting down...
And so it went.
In the room, Wang Bing and Old Su sat while Xu Yun stood at the bedside.
The three remained silent, waiting together for the final result.
A quarter of an hour...
Two quarters...
Three quarters...
The ti drifted slowly by, and Wang Yue still showed no sign of waking.
But gradually, a light began to sparkle in Old Su's eyes:
Previously, to sustain Wang Yue's life, he had stimulated several acupuncture points using silver needles, fully unleashing his vital potential without reservation.
Theoretically, Wang Yue's vitality could only persist for about two more quarters.
And now, considering Xu Yun's dication process, a full four quarters had passed.
Which is exactly half an hour.
Wang Yue's pulse was still critical, but his life had not reached an end.
So, does this an...
Xu Yun's folk redy seed to be effective?
Of course.
Old Su did not voice this conclusion.
After all, no one could determine whether Wang Yue's high vitality kept defying the calls of Black and White Impermanence.
Even if Hua Tuo or Bian Que were alive, they couldn't precisely determine soone's lifespan to the exact quarter.
So he chose to continue waiting, but moved from the chair in the middle of the room to the bedside of Wang Yue.
And every now and then, he would check the pulse again.
Another quarter passed.
Old Su conducted another routine check of Wang Yue's pulse.
However, as soon as he placed his hand down, he temporarily held his breath.
His eyes filled with amazent, wonder, delight, and a trace of guilt.
He slightly parted his lips, his gaze swiftly darting back and forth between Xu Yun and Wang Bing a few tis:
"Zheng Ru's pulse... seems to be improving!"
Whoosh—
Upon hearing this, Wang Bing jumped up from the chair and dashed to the bedside in one large step, completely unaware that the chair had fallen:
"Uncle Su, are you sure?"
Old Su closed his eyes again to feel the pulse, and upon reopening them, his gaze had cald significantly.
After a mont of silence, he slowly nodded:
"Zheng Ru's pulse has already stabilized; though the internal disturbances persist, the underlying heat is pronounced.
Compared to before, it is much improved..."
As soon as Old Su finished speaking, a faint raspy voice could be heard from the bed:
"Water... water..."
...
Note:
Many classmates expect updates from at midnight, so here's a clarification. When I say midnight, it could an around five or six in the morning, so there's no need to stay up on purpose. My typing speed is 800 per hour, and combining chapters takes seven to eight hours, which is normal.
This chapter is a long chapter, so the timing is a bit late, not because I'm procrastinating.
Even during the Spring Festival, I don't stop; seeing that I've stayed up all night, I'm boldly asking for a monthly pass!!!
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