The ancients had never been exposed to any antibiotics, just like a piece of white paper.

Chen Buer suddenly used two antibiotics, "furazolidone" and "norfloxacin", which was equivalent to bombing the patient's body without blind spots. Shigella, which caused bacterial dysentery, could survive at all.

In particular, Chen Buer also gave every patient oral rehydration salt powder, which quickly replenished the lost electrolytes in the human body.

Therefore, the patients' recovery was carried out at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the afternoon, forty-five patients stopped having diarrhea after taking medicine in the morning.

The remaining five patients have a more complicated condition. The high fever cannot be subsided and the diarrhea cannot be stopped for a while.

So these five patients were gathered together by Chen Buer and placed in one ward, which was equivalent to an ICU ward. With him personally managing it, he was adjusting the medication at any time.

When Wu Zhiye came to the ward of Jingshitang, he found that the Gui student Chen Buer was actually in charge of the five most serious patients, and he used a nursing process that he had never seen before.

The old man was full of curiosity.

"Chen Buer, can I see the notebook in your hand?"

"Oh Mr. Wu, why are you here? Give it."

Wu Zhiye looked through a few pages and found that he couldn't understand at all.

"Chen Buer, what is your blue line? What does this red line mean? And what does these strange symbols mean? I have never seen such a strange thing since I was a child."

Chen Buer smiled and pointed to the first page and said:

"Sir, look, this is actually a body temperature sheet. On average, I have to take my body temperature, pulse, blood pressure and heartbeat every hour, and then record it. This blue line represents body temperature fluctuations, and this red line represents pulse rate changes.

There are also blood pressure, heart rate, stool times, urine volume, etc. These dynamic tests are very important. You can see whether the condition is getting worse or getting better, so that you can have a clear idea in your heart."

Wu Zhiye was still confused: "I can understand body temperature, pulse rate, and heart rate. What is this blood pressure?"

"Well……"

Chen Buer doesn't know how to explain it,

"Sir, these are all taught to me by my former master. He comes from Western countries, so he is also called Western medicine, which is completely different from the medicine of our Great Zhou Dynasty. These strange numbers are also the words of their country. Haha."

When Wu Zhiye saw Chen Buer, he didn't want to explain more. He thought that this was a secret book that could not be spread out, so he stopped asking about it.

Actually, Chen Buer didn’t know how to answer. What did you say about systolic blood pressure and diastolic blood pressure? He would definitely ask you what systolic blood pressure? If you explained the blood vessel pressure to him, he would ask what was the pressure?

"Hundred Thousand Whys"?

Wu Zhiye walked to the front of these five seriously ill patients at this time, "Buer, how are these five people now? Will they be in danger of their lives?"

"There is a high fever for the time being, and the inflammation is probably serious. Western medicine divides bacterial dysentery into four categories. The treatment of ordinary and mild types is not difficult and easy to control. These five are obviously severe. It is a little troublesome. Fortunately, they have not reached the poisoning type, otherwise it will be troublesome."

Wu Zhiye smiled awkwardly. He couldn't understand a single word of the student, and he seemed very ignorant.

But he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Could it be that there is any "Western medicine" in this world? Is Chen Buer really the descendant of Western medicine? All this is true, not a random fabrication?

Otherwise, just a body temperature sheet may show the rigor of clinical thinking, unlike a casual drawing.

Wu Zhiye inspected and patted Chen Buer on the shoulder:

"Do it well, medical skills are not allowed to be fraudulent. Sir hope you can have real skills to eliminate this disaster invisibly and become the first person to cure diarrhea."

"Don't worry, sir, students will never let down the name of students such as Gui!"

Wu Zhiye gave him a blank look and turned to another ward.

Chen Buer calmed down and thought about the next medicine. At this time, it was already dark and a lamp was lit in the room.

Compared to the calmness of the Chen family, the front of the wards of the other seven clinics was brightly lit and hot.

Not to mention anything else, just count the small stove for boiling medicine, and count it, at least there are a few hundred, and the scene is absolutely spectacular.

Seeing that the time was almost over, Chen Buer shouted: "Huang Yi, you guys are waiting at the door and don't let anyone come in. Fat and thin, we are preparing for the next treatment."

Yes, for these five severely ill patients, it is impossible not to replenish fluids now.

These five are all old men, poor people. They eat poorly and have poor physical foundation. They have been experiencing these days and nights, and have not subsided with high fever. They are basically in the early stage of shock, and it is difficult to correct oral medications.

The only way to rehydrate is to have one.

Huang Yi and the others knew that their young master must have special treatment, so they immediately protected both the front and back of the house and prohibited anyone from getting close.

The fat man quickly closed the doors and windows, while the thin man quickly spread a white cloth on the table. Chen Buer placed a bottle of potion on the table and began to prepare for the medication.

Many people passed by the entrance of Jingshitang and saw that the guards of the Chen family were so strict that they were a little disdainful.

"What's going on with the Chen family? It's mysterious."

"Will someone die inside? And he is more dead than him. Do they want to hide it? Let's transfer it?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Maybe they have any exclusive secret recipes. I don't want outsiders to know about the special treatment."

"Let's go, don't care about them."

There was nothing to say all night. The next day, Chen Buer was slapped on the table and slept soundly when suddenly there was a wail outside.

Huimin Pharmaceutical Bureau began to count the patient situation in various clinics in the morning.

Among them, 5 patients in Gushengtang died, 7 people in Quanmingtang, 9 people in Baoyaolin, 9 people in Xuanxingtang, 11 people in Bencaotang, and 13 people in Huashoutang,

Nanshantang is the worst. One day and one night, a total of 15 people died, with a mortality rate of 30%.

The wail just now was sent by Ye Yongchang, the head of Nanshantang family. Half of his old face was lost in just one day.

From this we can also see the terrible nature of the plague in ancient times. Even with the assistance of several top clinics and the assistance of the Imperial Hospital and Huimin Pharmacy, so many people died that night, and this was only the first day.

Lu Enyu brought many medical officials to the ward under Jingshitang, and Chen Jinbai was already waiting for the door.

"Doctor Chen, how many of the fifty patients you were in charge of yesterday died?"

Chen Jinbai cleared his throat and said in a standard broadcasting accent: "Return to Lord Lu, no patient has died at present in Jingshitang."
Chapter completed!