When He Zhongkai heard the voice, he turned around and saw a young man bowing his hands, his face was as beautiful as a jade-like dress, and his clothes were very simple, very much like the doctor Wei in the mouth of the people.

"No gifts." He was wearing official uniforms, and his identity was naturally higher than that of Wei Zhao, a white-bodied doctor.

Wei Zhao stood up straight. Today, Doctor He was about to come to the clinic. The prefect had someone send him a letter early in the morning, so he was ready.

The two of them were polite, and Wei Zhao was going to go to the rounds, and Doctor He said he would go and take a look.

The embroiderers' burns were not serious, but two of them inhaled smoke from their lungs, which caused some inflammation. Another person involved in the firefighting of the fire had severe burns in his arms, and some were also inflamed.

No one else was seriously injured, it could be said that it was a blessing in disguise.

People who are not seriously injured can go back to recuperate, but a few embroiderers are very uneasy.

"Doctor Wei, we are embroiderers. Hands are the most important to us. I wonder if our hands will leave scars in the future?"

The embroiderer's hands need to be maintained. They use medicinal materials every day to keep their hands smooth and tender. The nails must be carefully trimmed. All are for the purpose of embroidery, the hands are flexible and sensitive to the touch, and there will be no thread-ticking and thread-tightness to ensure the perfection of the embroidery. Now their hands have different degrees of scratches and burns. If scars are left in the future and become less flexible and delicate, they may lose the embroiderer's job.

They sold themselves to Jinxiuzhuang since they were young and only knew how to do one thing, which was to embroider. If they could no longer embroider, for them, they would lose everything.

Wei Zhao understood them that their injuries were basically fine, and careful care should not leave scars. After thinking about it, he went back to his office, went to the clinic, changed the burn medicine in the clinic, put it in a porcelain bottle, and handed it over to them, hoping that this would help them.

After seeing off the embroiderers, Wei Zhao was going to use penicillin to control inflammation for the few people who were left behind.

"Doctor Wei, can you let me see the patient's condition?" He Zhongkai learned that Wei Zhao wanted to use penicillin on his own, so he asked to see the situation.

Wei Zhao naturally would not refuse. After He Zhongkai took the pulse, he asked several disciples to have a question separately, asking them to tell their own judgments, and then summarized and formulated a medication plan.

His method of treating diseases and teaching at the same time opened He Zhongkai's eyes and even borrowed a stethoscope and listened to it by himself.

After hearing this, he became more convinced of Wei Zhao. No one had used the method of treating a doctor before, but it was very effective. It can help you know the cause more accurately and prescribe the right medicine for pulse diagnosis.

After the prescription was done, Wei Zhao no longer cared about it. Although the disciples cannot take the surgery now, they no longer need him to teach him step by step if he gets an injection or a medicine. The nurses can operate independently. He really feels like he is in a hospital in a later generation. The doctor only cares about seeing a doctor and prescriptions, and the rest is completed by other departments.

He Zhongkai could say that he followed Wei Zhao in an endless manner, wishing to write down every word he said. Seeing that his master was like this, Wang Yi naturally did not want to fall behind. With his experience in the Imperial Hospital of Beijing, he quickly got along with his disciples and called him brothers. From them, he learned a lot about Wei Zhao, which greatly changed his impression of Wei Zhao. He no longer felt that Wei Zhao was the kind of unscrupulous doctor who used exercises to make the people sick and make money in his pockets.

In the evening, the master and the disciple went back to the inn where they were temporarily staying. Wang Yi said, "Master, the comment from the prefect Liang to the emperor only said that Doctor Wei had made a magical medicine, but he did not say that he had proposed that. Oh yes, the matter of 'disaster exercise', should we also write a comment for the emperor and report it?"

After hearing this, He Zhongkai frowned and pondered, and shook his head for a while: "The purpose of our visit is to verify the magical drug penicillin. We cannot mix other things. If the Prefect Liang does not report it, there will naturally be his reason."

Wang Yiyi thought it was true. If this exercise was useful, it would be known by the emperor sooner or later. If it was useless, they would report it, and maybe it would harm the prefect Liang and Doctor Wei. However, he expressed his regret that he could not show goodwill to Doctor Wei through this matter.

The next day, as soon as Wei Zhao arrived at the clinic, he saw Master He Zhongkai arrive.

Wang Yiyi arrived at the clinic, greeted Wei Zhao, then ran to the fireplace to cook the fire, and repeatedly said, "It's too cold, too cold!"

Wei Zhao was originally talking to He Zhongkai and was about to go to the rounds. When he heard his words, he paused and turned to look out the window. It was cloudy and there was no sun.

He remembered that when he came today, the weather seemed to be a little colder than the previous two days, and it should be cooling down.

He said silently in his heart: Cold is the norm in winter, and cooling may be a good phenomenon!

After rubbing his arms, he took a few people to the rounds.

The infections of several patients were well controlled, which shocked He Zhongkai. He only used the medicine for one day and had such an effect. It seems that this magical medicine is indeed effective in controlling wound infection. Next, he just needs to determine which other diseases this medicine can cure.

After checking the room, I went to class as usual. When I was talking about the identification of liver rupture and spleen rupture, I heard it ticking outside.

The transparent window glass can clearly see the raindrops outside falling to the ground and soon turn into ice.

Wei Zhao paused his hand with a wooden stick, opened the window, and a cold wind poured in, and he shivered.

Frozen rain? A bad thought arose in his mind.

Frozen rain is made of a mixture of ice and water. It immediately freezes when it comes into contact with objects with a temperature below 0℃ and accumulates continuously on the surface of the object. When the weight exceeds the weight that the object can bear, it will overwhelm the object. If it really rains freezing now, then with the current tolerance of these houses, it will be a disaster that is no less than an earthquake.

"Master, what's wrong?" A disciple saw that he looked bad, came over and closed the window, stood beside him and asked with concern.

Wei Zhao came back to his senses, shook his head, and did not count freezing rain. However, frozen rain, like snow disasters, will overwhelm the house when the object is at its maximum weight. When preaching the methods for snow disasters these days, there are regulations on cleaning up snow on the roof. I hope that the people can understand flexibility and actively clean up the frozen rain on the roof to reduce the pressure on the house.

In addition, the roads are frozen and traveling is not easy. There are no cars at this time, so the problem of travel is generally not big.

He shook his head and continued to give lectures. Seeing that he had recovered as usual, the disciples took back their minds and listened carefully.
Chapter completed!