A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Wu Dahu smiled, stretched out his hand to embrace him, and said dotingly: "You don't even know how to make trouble, let alone make trouble for no reason. If you have a husband like this, what more can you ask for?"

Song Qinghan wrapped his arms around Wu Dahu's waist, put his head close to his chest, and quietly listened to the heartbeat that reassured him. He felt that it was extremely sweet, and wished he could stop time at this moment.

Something flashed through his mind, and Wu Dahu asked seriously, "How are you going to heal that so-called Lord Mu?"

In the past, he might not have asked Song Qinghan about things like this, but this time it was different. Mu Qingfeng's illness didn't seem to be cured, otherwise he wouldn't have seen so many doctors and couldn't cure him. Qing Han said that he was certain, and he also wanted to know the specific details to see if he could be of any help.

Seeing that Wu Dahu really wanted to know, Song Qinghan didn't hide anything, and said directly: "Part of his kidney function has been lost, and the useless retention and excess water stay in his kidney, which cannot be discharged naturally. So what I have to do is to make an instrument so that the things in his body can be excreted like a normal person."

As he said that, he didn't know what he thought of, sighed with emotion, and said slowly: "Hemodialysis can't be used here, so I can only try to see if I can use peritoneal dialysis. If not..."

These words were still a bit too obscure for Wu Dahu, so he basically didn't understand, and could only ask the part he cared about: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Song Qinghan thought for a while, and said honestly: "I need a long, thin and tough pipe. If it is transparent, it is naturally the best. As for the material, as long as it is not easy to break and not easy to rust."

This pipe can be regarded as his biggest difficulty at present. After all, there is no polymer material here, so he can only try his best to find a substitute.

Wu Dahu nodded thoughtfully, remembered Song Qinghan's words verbatim in his heart, and planned to activate the relationship with the Habayashi Guard early tomorrow morning. Look for the surrounding towns, if you can't find the surrounding towns, then go to a further place to find, in short, Song Qinghan can't delay his business.

In fact, Song Qinghan still has another way, which is to ask the people in the auction house to look for it, but he is just doing experiments now, and he can not use such high-demand equipment. After confirming that this method is feasible, let them look for better substitutes. The chances of success will be greater then.

After a little discussion, the two went to bed early, ready to meet the challenges of the next day with full energy.

When the first ray of sunlight fell in the morning, Song Qinghan was already walking on the street, ready to go shopping.

Even if it is an experiment, it is best not to choose a test product that is too different from the body shape of a person, otherwise the data obtained will not be of reference value, and it will even cause mistakes.

After much deliberation, Song Qinghan finally chose to use a newly grown pig as the test product.

The reason for choosing pigs is not entirely because of the similar size, but also because of the low cost of the experiment. After all, this experiment cannot be done successfully at the first time. If you choose monkeys and other creatures, even if Song Qinghan can do it, there are not so many of them. Give him "scourge".

After having his pig selection sent home, he wandered on, thinking about alternatives to dialysis fluid.

If it was in modern times, he could go directly to the hospital to buy a large bucket of dialysis solution, but when he got here, he had to prepare it himself.

The dialysate is complicated but not complicated, as long as the composition of the liquid is adjusted as close as possible to the composition of blood, it is almost the same, but there is no measuring instrument here, how can he know the composition of the dialysate he prepared? ?

While he was thinking, he looked around casually on the street. When his eyes swept over an old man pushing a cart backwards, something suddenly flashed through his mind.

Since the composition of the blood should be as close as possible, why can't the composition of the dialysate be pushed out from the blood?

As long as you change your thinking, this problem will suddenly become easier to solve.

It's like, I knew the answer before, but I didn't know the steps to solve the problem, so the problem is still difficult to solve, but now I know the steps to solve the problem, but I don't know the answer.

It’s okay if you don’t know the answer. Anyway, you just need to follow the steps to solve the problem step by step. As long as you do each step correctly, why not get the correct answer?

Suddenly enlightened, Song Qinghan went straight to the market, bought a big bag of fresh pig blood and pig intestines, went to the blacksmith to buy some necessary materials, and hurried back home.

When Yuan Wenxuan saw his posture, he knew that something extraordinary had happened. After hearing his explanation, he was startled, concentrated all his attention, and seriously attacked Song Qinghan.

To be honest, even though he learned a lot of modern medical knowledge from Song Qinghan, when he heard what Song Qinghan was going to do this time, he still didn't understand.

Using a tube to inject necessary liquid into the human body and drain unnecessary liquid, he couldn't even imagine it just by imagining it.

After all, if this thing is really done, wouldn't that person's body become a container?And it's a container that can be manipulated however you want?

However, although Yuan Wenxuan had a lot of doubts about this, he didn't mean to be perfunctory at all. This is probably his greatest advantage, that is, he trusts Song Qinghan unconditionally at all times, especially when it comes to medical skills. As long as Song Qinghan said that people can change heads, he would prepare a scalpel without saying a word.

According to his own memory, Song Qinghan roughly formed a simple dialysis machine with the materials he got from the blacksmith, and found a long reed rod, which he prepared to use as a substitute for the catheter.

After finishing all this, he put the pig's small intestine into the pot, scraped off the mucous membrane slurry of the pig's small intestine with a spoon, tied up the casing, and soaked it in water for a while.

After repeated treatment of casings, pour the mucous membrane slurry into the soaking liquid. After precipitation, pour out the liquid, add a certain proportion of high alcohol, place it on the stove, and bake it into powder.

When the powder was formed, he scooped up a little with a sterilized spoon uncertainly, put it into the fresh pig's blood, and stirred it for a while.

Seeing that the pig's blood showed no sign of coagulation after a long period of time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally remembered to explain to Yuan Wenxuan, pointing to the powder and said: "This is called heparin, which can inhibit blood coagulation. It cannot enter the body of living things."