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- ?The instruments for eye surgery are very small. This is determined by the location of the eye surgery. How big can the human eyeball be?
The parasite corpses in the God of Cookery's eyes can be seen very clearly under the microscope, scattered bit by bit: "It will take some time to clean it up. -<Piaotian Literary Registered Member Recommends this Work>-" Yang Zongbao judged situation, and then said.
"I know." The God of Cookery also knew that he had delayed for too long, and the president was about to lose his patience.
The God of Cookery sat in front of Yang Zongbao. Yang Zongbao used clamps to fix the eyelids of the God of Cookery to prevent him from blinking all the time. The clamp clamped the eyelids and forced the eyes open. The God of Cookery's eyeballs were completely exposed in front of Yang Zongbao.
"Your eyes are so small." Yang Zongbao said.
"Everyone is fine." The God of Cookery was completely out of breath.
"Your little one." Yang Zongbao insisted.
"Okay, my little one." The God of Cookery knew rationally that it would be unwise to argue with the surgeon during the operation.
Yang Zongbao always believed that his opinion was correct during the operation and did not allow others to argue.
"Now you will feel some pain or swelling, do you feel it?" Yang Zongbao put on microscopes in both eyes, and the entire field of vision was the eyeballs of the God of Cookery.
It is obvious that there are red parasite corpses in the eyes.
Yang Zongbao inserted a needle into it.
¡°It feels a bit sour and bloated.¡± The God of Cookery described his feeling.
"It's a little bit, but it doesn't matter, it will be fine." Yang Zongbao grabbed the parasite's body with very thin wire pliers and withdrew at once: "Oh, you are really capable."
"What's wrong?" Although the God of Cookery can't see, it doesn't mean he can't hear.
"It looks like a worm. I visually checked that it is about a foot long." Yang Zongbao dipped the worm into the petri dish that had been prepared nearby.
"How many are there?" Although the God of Cookery didn't see the appearance, he felt extremely uncomfortable and disgusted when he heard Yang Zongbao's description.
"Quite a few, this eye probably still has 3-4 lines. What's the hurry?" Yang Zongbao felt very happy doing this kind of thing, just like he must squeeze out abscesses on anyone's face, and also like After the wounds on my body have scabbed, I often don't wait for them to grow, and I will pick them with itchy hands.
Now the God of Cookery is also unlucky. If Yang Zongbao encounters him, he will have to endure it slowly.
The God of Cookery did not dare to move. His eyes seemed to be constantly filled with water. The swelling was almost unbearable: "President, are you okay?"
"Almost." Yang Zongbao still followed his own pace and took his time.
After a few more minutes, the God of Cookery couldn't stand it any longer. His buttocks sitting on the chair were already soaked with sweat: "President, please change your posture." The God of Cookery did not dare to urge Yang Zongbao, so he could only express his body in another way. Very sore.
"Okay, let me tidy up some things before moving on." Yang Zongbao finally made an eye. Four parasites of different lengths were sorted out by Yang Zongbao and floated in the disinfectant in the petri dish.
The God of Cookery was flexing his legs and feet beside him. He was so nervous just now that his waist and back ached. Because my eyes are temporarily blind, I can only move in place and dare not go too far.
"Prepare."
Yang Zongbao¡¯s urging came to the ears of the God of Cookery.
"So fast?"
"Hurry up, I don't have much time."
Under Yang Zongbao¡¯s urging, the God of Cookery sat down obediently.
With the other eye, Yang Zongbao¡¯s movements are much more skillful.
"President, my master?" The God of Cookery wanted to say that Yang Zongbao promised him to come back and find him a master.
¡°Well, I¡¯ll take you there once your eyes are healed.¡± Yang Zongbao naturally kept his word.
"The Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain are capable, but there are always some weird gods, so I want to find a materialistic Chinese medicine instructor." The God of Cookery was actually a little confused in his heart: "Should I believe those weird and unfounded things? "
Although the God of Cookery didn¡¯t understand what he said, Yang Zongbao could still understand what he, a member of the group, wanted to ask.
"How long do you think Chinese civilization has been?" Yang Zongbao couldn't say he understood it very well, so he couldn't give the God of Cookery a direct view of right and wrong. He could only discuss it with the God of Cookery from his own perspective and understanding.
"5000 years." The God of Cookery replied without pause.
"How long has it been since Western medicine was introduced to China?" Yang Zongbao continued to ask.
"Hundreds of years."
¡°Then what did doctors in ancient China rely on to treat illnesses and save lives for thousands of years?¡±
¡°¡?"The God of Cookery thought for a moment and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine. "
¡°Since it is Chinese medicine, then Chinese medicine has value.¡± Yang Zongbao concluded quickly.
"But many Chinese medicine prescriptions are related to superstition." The God of Cookery was a little skeptical: "Especially some prescriptions, which need to be practiced before they can be prescribed. Do you want me to pretend to be a magician every time before seeing a doctor?"
"Don't you know how to tell the difference yourself? Remember. No matter what is spread to this day, it has its rationality. If you can cure the patient's disease by dancing. You dance before every treatment, then I won't do it at all. I will object. Besides, what you see is too one-sided. Among the imperial doctors you see now, most people at the upper level are looking for Chinese medicine, which is the quintessence of China. So when you gave up Western medicine, I raised my hands. Agree.¡±
"President, I know, I understand what you are saying, but I have no choice but to find a teacher. Those Chinese medicine practitioners all inherited their father's profession and did not teach it to outsiders at all." The God of Cookery also has his own troubles. If he had been able to If he finds his master, he will not go up the mountain to become a Taoist priest.
"Didn't I find a master for you?" Yang Zongbao also knew that the God of Cookery was admitted to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine as a graduate student in China. He hoped to meet a good teacher, but he unexpectedly dropped out of school after a month because he felt that the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine was a scam. In human existence, there are almost no real masters of Chinese medicine. So I accepted an invitation from a foreign university and switched to study Western medicine. When Yang Zongbao saw him again, he found that the boy had dropped out of school again, and he knew that the God of Cookery had gotten into trouble again.
"Yeah." The God of Cookery was quiet.
"There is no end to learning, you are very good now." Yang Zongbao said it sincerely. The God of Cookery is pretty good.
"Um."
For the next time, both of them were silent, and the God of Cookery surprisingly did not complain.
"You are just unwilling to accept the darkness of your future and the loss of so many ancient medical prescriptions. But you still have decades to perfect and learn. Complete and perfect your own system of traditional Chinese medicine and become a school of its own. Because of the loss of the precious achievements of the predecessors, you have the opportunity to fill this gap. Just thinking about it makes your blood boil. Aren't you excited?" Yang Zongbao said, but his hands did not stop. "You see why I am so proficient in performing any surgery now? That's because I have gone through constant trials and practice. So now I know how to measure the length, size, and condition of a scar to choose the best suture method. The same is true for you Ah, some things will come naturally, there¡¯s nothing to be nervous about.¡±
"" The God of Cookery was speechless by Yang Zongbao's words.
"Okay." There were slightly fewer bugs in the other eye of the God of Cookery, only three.
"President, thank you." The God of Cookery did not stop shouting, but sincerely thanked Yang Zongbao.
"No, you have to work for me for the rest of your life. Of course I hope your medical skills are as high as possible." Yang Zongbao applied pressure and bandage to the God of Cookery to prevent eye edema. The eyes, like the rest of the human body, are organs and tissues. Once injured, the body will mobilize its own immune cells to repair the wound. This is what we usually see, there will be redness and swelling near the wound. Although the wound inside the God of Cookery is invisible, it will still be red and swollen. However, edema in the eyes will affect vision. Inflammatory cells will leave things similar to foreign bodies in the eyes, affecting vision. Another example is stickiness after edema, etc. . So the eyes must be bandaged with pressure.
The God of Cookery¡¯s eyes were tightly wrapped with layers of gauze.
"It's so tight." The God of Cookery wanted to loosen the gauze on his eyes with his hands, but Yang Zongbao stopped him.
"If you want eyes, don't mess with moths." Yang Zongbao is going to make a specimen of the parasite.
"What are you doing?" The God of Cookery smelled the reagent.
"Make a specimen."
¡°What¡¯s so good about that thing?¡± The God of Cookery was puzzled.
"Do you know its nature? It's like a pork tapeworm. It's just that it's pink and only lives in the eyes." Yang Zongbao was busy.
"Don't make me feel sick, okay?" The God of Cookery felt a little nauseous, even though there was nothing in his stomach: "I almost want to vomit."
"That may be the reason why you haven't woken up from anesthesia." Yang Zongbao pointed out the lie of the God of Cookery.
"Hmm" The God of Cookery closed his mouth, but became active again after a moment: "President, when will you cook me something delicious?"
"Four hours later." Yang Zongbao meant to wait until the God of Cookery completely woke up from the anesthesia.
"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness." The God of Cookery flattered Yang Zongbao.
"Do you want me to help you out?" Yang Zongbao really couldn't stand the noisy God of Cookery here and hated him.He must not be kicked out immediately.
"Okay, I'm going to lie down for a while. My back is sore." Yang Zongbao supported the God of Cookery and sent him back to the second floor.
"Is it done?" Mei Wenxin was waiting on the second floor.
"Well, find him a room to rest." Yang Zongbao told Mei Wenxin.
"I know." Mei Wenxin agreed: "Where are you going?"
"I'll go downstairs to make a specimen."
Yang Zongbao found that Mei Wenxin was hesitant to speak, but he had no time to care about it now, because the little corpses downstairs were still soaked in the potion, and if they went down too late, they would all be corroded. So after Yang Zongbao finished speaking, he went downstairs and soaked in the laboratory.
"Let's go." Mei Wenxin was a little disappointed, and she arranged for the God of Cookery to rest in a low mood.
Yang Zongbao worked very late in the laboratory before preparing the specimens. Yang Zongbao wants to create a collection of medical records of difficult and complicated diseases. This parasite is the beginning. Only by treating any disease can you set an example for others behind you.
During the time when Yang Zongbao was in the laboratory, he was glad that the God of Cookery did not come to disturb him.
When Yang Zongbao finished his work and went upstairs, he found that Mei Wenxin was still waiting.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zongbao can now talk slowly with Mei Wenxin.
"I feel a little bored staying at home." Mei Wenxin slowly expressed her thoughts.
¡°Want to help me with something?¡± Yang Zongbao asked.
"No, I will never interfere in your career. I have almost never visited it these days." Mei Wenxin's words surprised Yang Zongbao: "I want to open a pet shop here."
"Okay." Yang Zongbao respected Mei Wenxin's idea.
"Thank you." Mei Wenxin was very grateful to Yang Zongbao for his support.
"Just do whatever you want." Yang Zongbao was very relieved about Mei Wenxin now: "Go and wake up the God of Cookery, I will cook for him."
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