Daoist Wang was very curious about the recovery of Kun Lun’s arm injury, which had been sutured and was already healing just seven days after the injury was sustained. Such a large wound typically wouldn’t have recovered so well in just seven days.
"This is called suturing. It can accelerate the healing of external injuries. My master has used this method to save many patients before, with excellent results."
On this trip, following the Tang Dynasty noblewomen’s habit, Lin Wanwan brought all necessary items, including spare clothes and a first aid kit, which conveniently had a set of debriding and suturing medical supplies sealed in a glass box.
Lin Wanwan had no intention of keeping the suturing skill to herself; on the contrary, she was quite willing to teach it to Daoist Wang.
Unfortunately, despite the openness of the Great Tang, it couldn’t compare to modern times. Daoist Wang had previously set He Miao’s bones through his trousers, so directly suturing wounds was beyond his comfort level. He was not yet at an age where he could disregard the differences between men and women.
In the quiet room, only Lin Wanwan, He Miao, and their respective maids remained. Although the wound was self-inflicted, Lin Wanwan had a sincere heart as a doctor when performing the debridement and suturing on He Miao.
It’s a rare hands-on opportunity; it would be a shame not to practice. Just reading books, watching videos, and then practicing on banana peels or pigskin wasn’t enough; it wasn’t as accurate. In modern times, without a medical license, she dared not practice medicine illegally.
"Phew!" Lin Wanwan took a deep breath, and with a "rip" sound, tore open He Miao’s blood-stained trouser leg. She deliberately scooped a spoon of alcohol gel from a porcelain jar to disinfect her hands, then used saline solution and hydrogen peroxide repeated to clean the wound until it was visibly clean.
Then she took out the suturing thread to start sewing. There are many methods of suturing—the right measures should be taken for different skin and different parts of the body. But for someone like Lin Wanwan, who was a half-skilled barefoot doctor, mastering one method was good enough.
The suture thread she prepared wasn’t the finest cosmetic line—although cosmetic lines are friendly to scars and can reduce the chance of their formation, their tensile strength is weak and they easily break. In such cases, a firmer suture line is better.
Public hospital ER doctors don’t like using cosmetic lines, and Lin Wanwan, as a rough-and-ready barefoot doctor, certainly doesn’t favor them either. Although private hospitals charge two or three thousand for sewing one centimeter with a cosmetic needle, Lin Wanwan didn’t plan to profit from it.
She was forced to learn medicine mainly because Tang Dynasty’s medical level was so low, she learned it to be prepared. Naturally, she focused on important aspects and ignored minor details.
He Miao’s maid did not dare to look at the bloody suturing scene, but she had to grit her teeth and closely watch Lin Wanwan’s actions.
Lin Wanwan’s suturing speed wasn’t fast—being a beginner, she couldn’t help it! But her expression was absolutely focused and serious, exemplifying the demeanor of a good doctor.
A quarter-hour later, Lin Wanwan finished sewing and wrapped the wound with gauze—a barefoot doctor indeed does everything by themselves. Thıs content belongs to 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Alright, it’s done." Lin Wanwan put down the scissors and gauze, explained some precautions to He Miao’s maid, and then instructed Hua Nong to scoop a spoon of alcohol gel onto her hands, rubbing to disinfect them.
Honestly, not bringing medical gloves and directly touching the wound was a big risk. Being a doctor in ancient times was truly challenging.
The people found the alcohol gel strange, but not unheard of since the Tang Dynasty had advanced industries in cosmetics and ointments. But rubber gloves would have been far too shocking even to bring along.
If she had known about today’s practical opportunity, Lin Wanwan would have brought rubber gloves. In the worst case, she could blame it on foreign imports. Anyway, with current backward transportation, no one could go to the vast Western Regions to uncover the truth and expose her.
After the debridement was completed, Lin Wanwan left the quiet room without hesitation. Surprisingly, the previously gathered onlookers were nowhere to be seen. Only Kun Lun and He Family’s servants remained, even the three Xiao Family girls had left.
"Where is everyone? Back to the polo fields?" Lin Wanwan asked curiously.
He Family’s servants naturally ignored Lin Wanwan—they were already restraining themselves by not fighting Lin Wanwan’s Kunlun slave, so there was no way they would answer her. Fortunately, Kun Lun understood the meaning from Lin Wanwan’s tone and gestures, and he pointed towards the front hall, muttering something incomprehensible.
"Are they all there? What’s happening? I’ll go take a look." Lin Wanwan stepped towards the direction Kun Lun pointed, with Hua Nong and Kun Lun following closely behind.
As she walked through a corridor, Lin Wanwan saw that the small courtyard in front of the infirmary was packed with people, so much so that even the young gentlemen and ladies disregarded their status to join the crowd.
"What’s going on? What happened inside?" Lin Wanwan casually grabbed a commoner in linen and asked.
"An immortal! The old immortal has come!"
"Immortal? What immortal? The Daoist here?"
"Oh, what other immortal could there be? It’s the great immortal Sun! The savior of the distressed, Sun, the great immortal!"
Lin Wanwan was dumbfounded, the great immortal Sun, Sun Simiao?! The Medicine King Sun Simiao, who treats all equally regardless of status, age, or appearance, always with the intent to save, without seeking fame or profit?
The next moment, Lin Wanwan snapped back, raising her hand to push through the people in front, squeezing inside. Kun Lun, without uttering a word, helped Lin Wanwan push people out of the way.
Lin Wanwan had seen Sun Simiao before, but only his statue in the temple. Now she could actually see this living giant in the medical world! This was even more exciting than personally seeing Li Shimin and the Twenty-four Heroes of Lingyan Pavilion! Because this was a real person who left an eternal mark!
"Hey, why are you squeezing?"
"You stepped on my foot! Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
"What’s going on, why are you shoving?"
Lin Wanwan arrogantly used her far superior strength to push away those blocking her path, completely ignoring the curses echoing in her ears. This was Qiantang, after all, and seeing Sun Simiao, who resided in Zhongnan Mountain, was a rare opportunity here.
Unexpectedly, the great immortal had set foot even in Jiangnan Road. No doubt, traveling through the mountains and collecting herbs was to leave behind precious medical achievements for humanity.
The feature of Jiangnan Road was that seven-tenths was mountains, two-tenths water, and one-tenth fields; with many mountains came many herbs. Thinking about it, Sun Simiao’s visit was not surprising.
Lin Wanwan squeezed through for quite a while before she managed to push the crowd aside in front of her like a meat pie, but she was still blocked outside the front hall. Blocking the entrance were just two young Daoists dressed in robes, but because of the great immortal’s presence, no one dared to push past them.