To be honest.
The difficulty of this intravenous injection for Xu Yun is far greater than the ordinary injections of the later generations, with considerable risks.
After all, according to the requirents of later generations, intravenous injection involves many sterile-related procedures that must be followed.
But you must know.
At this mont, Wang Yue is already at a critical juncture, with no other path to take.
Applying garlic externally can only prolong his life montarily; any other thods would have far less success compared to intravenous injection.
Therefore, the current situation is beyond whether the procedure is compliant or not; it can be described as a gamble.
Moreover, intravenous injection originated in the 19th century, which is the early point of modern dicine:
In 1818, London completed the first docunted blood transfusion.
In 1831, during a cholera outbreak in Scotland, Thomas Rata first used saline injection.
The timing of these examples was early, and they were conducted with minimal sterilization equipnt and thods.
Even from an aseptic perspective.
The asures taken by Xu Yun were better than those two examples:
dical alcohol couldn't be mass-produced until 1836; before that, the alcohol concentration was generally only around 73%.
This ans that the concentration of alcohol used by Thomas Rata was not as high as that used by Xu Yun this ti.
So, taking into account Wang Yue's physical condition, intravenous injection is theoretically feasible.
In summary.
A sterile environnt is indeed important, but it is a progressive requirent.
That is to say, it's naturally best to have it, but its absence does not necessarily an complete failure.
Alright.
Returning to reality.
Intravenous infusion drugs directly enter the circulatory system, being much faster in effect than external application, and is one of the fastest thods.
Thus, shortly after Old Su checked the pulse, Wang Yue reacted.
"Cough cough..."
Wang Yue coughed lightly a couple of tis and slowly woke up from his bed:
"Uncle Su... Zheng Chen..."
Wang Bing quickly ca forward and carefully helped him up, minimizing his movents.
After all, aside from the infection, Wang Yue also had a very deep wound, making it quite laborious to move.
After lying flat.
Wang Yue first took so heavy breaths, evening out his breathing.
Then he cast his gaze towards Xu Yun and, with so effort, cupped his hands and said:
"Mr. Wang, I will rember your life-saving grace; if there's ever a need in the future, just ask... cough cough..."
Xu Yun quickly stepped forward and returned a salute:
"Lord Middle Marquis, you are too kind; you were injured for the country, and I rely did what I could.
If Lord Middle Marquis sees any worth in , please don't ntion any remuneration again."
Looking at Wang Yue, who appeared much better than last ti, Xu Yun, while returning the salute, couldn't help but feel complicated emotions within.
He knew better than anyone the fate of this country and knew what kind of enemy they would face in the future:
Even though it's still fifteen years from the official establishnt of the Jin Kingdom, and it seems possible to stop the Jurchens from consolidating through so ans.
But in fact, the Jurchens had already been rged into a military tribe alliance by Wanyan Wugunai more than twenty years ago.
Currently, Jurchen's Helib has been dead for eight years, and Wanyan Aguda has already risen, making suppression impossible.
So, whether or not the Northern Song will be destroyed is not the question; at the very least, the war between Jin and Song is inevitable.
And Wang Yue, as a mber of the Western Army, will likely face the Jin Kingdom.
That's a far stronger enemy than Western Xia and the Liao Kingdom...
Thinking of this.
Xu Yun couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Whether from a personal or national sentint standpoint, his mission was far from over.
So...
Should I consider increasing the firepower configuration for the Northern Song?
Perhaps make an RPG again or sothing?
Cough cough...
Thinking too far, thinking too far.
Without dealing with Emperor Huizong, even hand-making a nuclear bomb might be useless.
Afterward, Xu Yun brought his thoughts back to reality and said to the three:
"Lord Middle Marquis's injury is far from healed; two injections are needed every morning and evening for at least three days.
Only after everything is normal three days later can Lord Middle Marquis be considered truly out of life-threatening danger."
Old Su on the side heard and stroked his beard, nodding slightly in agreent:
"I have the sa judgnt; Zheng Ru's pulse intertwines virtual and real, the internal heat has not subsided, and the injury is still uncertain.
I'll write a prescription later and let Yuan Nian get so dicine from West Gate Pharmacy to help regulate Zheng Ru's body.
By the way, Zheng Chen.
In these days, as you watch over Zheng Ru, only allow him to eat light porridge; think of at only after the wound heals."
The expression on Wang Yue's face visibly dimd at these words, and he said awkwardly:
"Uncle, not even lamb?"
Old Su looked at him seriously and shook his head:
"No."
Wang Yue's expression beca even more twisted.
It's obvious.
This brave general on the battlefield is also a at lover in everyday life.
But soon, Wang Yue's expression relaxed.
He seed to suddenly rember sothing, beca serious, and said to Wang Bing:
"Zheng Ru, I recalled so things recently, and the more I think, the more it feels off. Let ask you."
Wang Bing nodded:
"Ask anything, brother."
Wang Yue glanced at his wound and recalled:
"If I rember correctly, I was injured in the Laibin area, more than a thousand miles from Bianjing, right?"
Wang Bing continued to nod and answered:
"That's correct."
Wang Yue then pointed to his injury and said:
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