Journey to the West: The Mysterious Doctor - Starting with a Heart Transplant for Princess Sizi

The Tang Dynasty truly lived up to its name. At five o'clock in the morning (5 a.m.), the streets of Chang'an were already teeming with people, even more bustling than cities in later times at five o'clock in the morning.

But the excitement belongs to them.

Xuanhe Hall, inner room. This room has been converted into a simple operating room, capable of performing surgical procedures that do not involve internal organs.

"Strong liquor."

Du Zhong handed over a gourd. The gourd was filled with strong liquor.

Even the strongest liquor cannot compare to the high-proof liquors of later generations, let alone the alcohol content of medical alcohol.

But this was the liquor he had distilled as much as possible using the technology of this era over the past two days. He had tasted it beforehand, and it was about 40 or 50 degrees.

Strong liquor at 40 or 50 yuan has a very limited disinfection effect and is far from being as effective as medical alcohol.

Fortunately, he not only had alcohol, but also traditional Chinese medicine to strengthen the body's foundation. The combination of 40-proof liquor and traditional Chinese medicine was barely comparable to the level of medicinal alcohol used in later generations.

The gourd's surface was treated and carefully stored to keep it as sterile as possible.

He opened the gourd and poured it all over the wound.

Well!

In an instant, the patient on the bed became erect and cried out in pain, but because his mouth was blocked, all the cries could only be muffled in his throat.

He couldn't even struggle. His hands and feet were tied to the bed legs beforehand, and his whole body was tightly bound.

Even a pig can't do anything with this kind of binding method.

"Bear with it," Zhang Zhao said to the injured man. "Who told you to be so careless? You're a skilled farmer, yet you managed to get hurt by a sickle."

"Luckily, it was just a cut on the skin, a large but not deep wound. If it had been deeper and damaged the tendons and bones, even I would have been powerless to help."

"Waaah!" The injured man shook his head desperately, his sobs filled with emotion.

"You're not going to treat him?" Zhang Zhao shook his head and refused: "That won't do. Your wife carried you all the way here on her back. She deserves credit for her hard work, even if she didn't do anything special. Besides, she even paid me."

"You think you can just decide not to treat it? That's not up to you."

Du Zhong, who was listening from the side, was dumbfounded: "Master, how could you tell that?"

Zhang Zhao glanced at him: "Do you even need to listen? You could guess that." He looked annoyed: "Don't just look at him, did you see what I did just now?"

Du Zhong nodded, indicating that he had seen everything.

"Any external injury that bleeds and exposes the skin must be rinsed with strong liquor, just as I am doing now. If there is dirt in the wound, it should also be washed clean with strong liquor."

"Afterwards, drink three more days of herbal medicine to strengthen the body and prevent external pathogens from entering. Have you all remembered?"

Du Zhong nodded: "Yes, Master, I've remembered it all."

Zhang Zhao nodded, indicating his satisfaction: "Needle, thread."

The thread is expensive silk. The needle was specially made these past two days; the needle tip has a large curve, so it can smoothly pass through the wound when suturing the skin and flesh.

The needles and thread were sterilized at high temperatures beforehand.

Zhang Zhao took the needle and stitched the wound up as if he were sewing clothes. The stitches were anything but aesthetically pleasing; in fact, they looked rather gruesome.

Then, strong liquor was poured onto the wound for further disinfection, followed by the application of ointment and bandaging.

Zhang Zhao untied the bandages from the injured man. The man was covered in sweat, looking utterly devastated after being tortured, and it took him a long time to recover.

Zhang Zhao told Du Zhong to stay there and talk to the injured man, then packed up and left.

The woman was waiting anxiously, and when she saw Zhang Zhao come out, she quickly stood up and walked over to him in a few steps:

"Dr. Zhang, how is my husband?"

Zhang Zhao explained, "The wound has been stitched up. Do not exert any force, pull, or get it wet around the wound for seven days. Come back to me after seven days to have the stitches removed, and then you'll be just like a normal person."

The woman clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, thank God!"

After the man came out, Zhang Zhao repeated his instructions, adding, "If the wound shows signs of suppuration, come to me immediately and I will treat it. Also..."

Zhang Zhao wrote to the pharmacy: "This is a tonic to strengthen the body and replenish vital energy. Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl. Drink it once in the morning and once in the evening for three consecutive days. Remember this well."

The two nodded and swore they would remember, then left with profuse thanks.

After the two left, Zhang Zhao had a sudden thought, and a book appeared in his hand with its title on the cover: "The Primordial Medical Classic".

This book appeared after he traveled to the Tang Dynasty, and the word "primordial chaos" in the title is intriguing.

However, it's not immediately clear what connection this medical text has to the prehistoric world.

All he knew was that as long as he treated patients, his treatment process would be automatically recorded in the medical encyclopedia. The medical encyclopedia would also provide him with the medical skills he urgently needed.

The suturing technique used today is one that was provided by the medical canon.

The only problem is that the medical manual only provides the techniques, not the equipment. Many essential items, such as needles, thread, and gauze, must be obtained by oneself.

Currently, all the information received is related to medical knowledge; it's unclear what changes may occur in the future.

We'll talk about the changes later; let's see what the rewards will be first.

The medical text contained no words, yet it recorded the diagnosis and treatment process in detail. Then, a beam of light shone upon him.

Upon sensing this, Zhang Zhao was overjoyed: "Knowledge of cardiac anatomy."

Although most of this knowledge is not used, just learning about it makes you feel sophisticated.

Du Zhong had just finished cleaning up the operating room and walked out when he saw his master with a freakish expression. He shuddered and called out, "Master."

"All packed up? How's your homework going?"

Zhang Zhao is the owner of Xuanhetang Medical Clinic and also its resident doctor.

Du Zhong was his disciple, or rather, the disciple of the original owner of this body.

As a disciple of a physician, his studies were not based on classics, history, philosophy, or the sayings of Confucius and the poems of Poetry, but rather on various methods of treating illnesses and saving lives.

Right now, Du Zhong is learning how to treat external injuries from Zhang Zhao.

Naturally, Zhang Zhao was only a jack of all trades.

Before his time travel, he had no connection with either traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, but after his time travel, he became a somewhat well-known doctor in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

If it weren't for the ancient medical classics, which provided him with basic TCM diagnostic methods and basic decoctions, he would have been stuck in a rut on his very first day after transmigrating.

The original owner was a native of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty. Adhering to ancient traditions, he insisted that Du Zhong work for three years without complaint to observe his character before accepting him as a disciple.

Even if they accept the disciple, they will be vague and ambiguous when teaching medical skills, saying they are assessing the disciple's comprehension.

In the original owner's memories, this is how he got through it.

Even though he earned the reputation of being "innately intelligent and exceptionally perceptive" from his master, he was already over thirty years old when he was able to open his own clinic after completing his apprenticeship.

The original owner of this body started studying medicine at the age of fifteen and spent a full fifteen years learning it.

How many fifteen-year periods does one have in a lifetime? That's too much of a waste of time.

The first thing Zhang Zhao did after transmigrating was to formally accept Du Zhong as his disciple.

Zhang Zhao, who was only half-baked in his skills, couldn't teach Du Zhong anything for the time being. He only taught him the basic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, and also assisted with the surgical procedure.

Even so, Du Zhong was moved to tears and swore an oath to carry on Zhang Zhao's mantle.

Zhang Zhao said that he still has a long life ahead of him and is not thinking about any inheritance of his mantle.

Just as I was about to check the homework, there was a knock on the door of the clinic.

It wasn't really knocking, but rather smashing, and at a very high frequency, like announcing a death. You could also hear someone shouting:

"Dr. Zhang, open the door quickly! My husband's tumor on his back has flared up again, and it's even bigger than before!"