Chapter 1237

Qi Baihe, who was about to apply the medicine, was startled, looked at his master, and asked, "Master, what's the matter?" He did what he said, did he do something wrong?

"Are you going to take the medicine like this?"

Tangning raised her eyebrows and looked at his hands. Seeing that he hadn't realized what the problem was, she said directly, "When you touch the wound and treat the wound, you must also ensure that the wound is not infected by bacteria. In addition to cleaning the wound, your own hands are also the key."

She stepped forward, looked at his hands and said, "If you apply medicine to the wound without cleaning your hands, it will cause secondary infection of the wound. If the wound is infected with bacteria, even if you have applied the medicine, the wound will not only be unhealthy It's going to get better and it's going to keep getting worse."

"You have to remember this. You can't be sloppy at any time. In addition to the patient's wound, you should always pay attention to your own hands. If it's a hot day, you have to be careful not to let sweat drip on the patient's wound. , and try not to talk when treating the wound, so as not to spray the patient's wound with saliva."

Hearing these words, Qi Baihe nodded solemnly: "Yes, this disciple will keep it in mind." He washed his hands again to ensure that they were clean and free of bacteria, and then began to apply the bandage.

The man sat blankly, only thinking that he didn't understand what the two monks said. What bacteria and what infection? In such a dazed time, I saw that the wound on my leg had been bandaged.

"Come back to change the medicine at this time tomorrow." Qi Bohe said, asking him to come back tomorrow.

"Thank you masters, thank you very much." I don't know if it was because of the change of medicine, but he felt that the wound on his leg didn't hurt so much.

"Next." Song Tianyou shouted, and saw the next person come in, and his master had already walked to the side and sat down.

Two days after the free clinic, the number of people who came to the free clinic did not decrease, but more and more. The patients were all seen by Qi Baihe, and the day was very busy.

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

"Master, can I be cured?" the old man asked, because he heard that the Buddhist disciples in the temple's free clinic had excellent medical skills, so he also came to ask.

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

"How do you think it should be treated?" Tangning still asked his opinion.

Qi Baihe hesitated for a while, and said, "I'm afraid the lump on this person's face cannot be cured."

"With your current medical skills, it can't be cured, but you can see how I do it." Tangning said to the old man, "It's getting late now, come back tomorrow morning!"

"This, this can really be cured?" The old man was also a little surprised. He just came to try his luck and ask, and he didn't think it could be cured. After all, how many years has this lump on his face been growing? Never heard of it being curable.

"Yes, this is a benign tumor. If it was malignant, you would have died long ago, but you can't let it grow. If it presses on your nerves in a year or two, it won't help either." Tangning nodded and asked him to return tomorrow. Come back early in the morning.

The old man left half-believingly, walking outside, he couldn't help but look back at the few monks inside, thinking to himself: Why are you crazy? What are you saying that you don't understand?