To be honest.

The difficulty of this intravenous injection for Xu Yun is far greater than the ordinary injections of the later generations, with considerable risks.

After all, according to the requirements of later generations, intravenous injection involves many sterile-related procedures that must be followed.

But you must know.

At this moment, Wang Yue is already at a critical juncture, with no other path to take.

Applying garlic externally can only prolong his life momentarily; any other methods would have far less success compared to intravenous injection.

Therefore, the current situation is beyond whether the procedure is compliant or not; it can be described as a gamble.

Moreover, intravenous injection originated in the 19th century, which is the early point of modern medicine:

In 1818, London completed the first documented blood transfusion.

In 1831, during a cholera outbreak in Scotland, Thomas Rata first used saline injection.

The timing of these examples was early, and they were conducted with minimal sterilization equipment and methods.

Even from an aseptic perspective.

The measures taken by Xu Yun were better than those two examples:

Medical alcohol couldn't be mass-produced until 1836; before that, the alcohol concentration was generally only around 73%.

This means that the concentration of alcohol used by Thomas Rata was not as high as that used by Xu Yun this time.

So, taking into account Wang Yue's physical condition, intravenous injection is theoretically feasible.

In summary.

A sterile environment is indeed important, but it is a progressive requirement.

That is to say, it's naturally best to have it, but its absence does not necessarily mean complete failure.

Alright.

Returning to reality.

Intravenous infusion drugs directly enter the circulatory system, being much faster in effect than external application, and is one of the fastest methods.

Thus, shortly after Old Su checked the pulse, Wang Yue reacted.

"Cough cough..."

Wang Yue coughed lightly a couple of times and slowly woke up from his bed:

"Uncle Su... Zheng Chen..."

Wang Bing quickly came forward and carefully helped him up, minimizing his movements.

After all, aside from the infection, Wang Yue also had a very deep wound, making it quite laborious to move.

After lying flat.

Wang Yue first took some heavy breaths, evening out his breathing.

Then he cast his gaze towards Xu Yun and, with some effort, cupped his hands and said:

"Mr. Wang, I will remember your life-saving grace; if there's ever a need in the future, just ask... cough cough..."

Xu Yun quickly stepped forward and returned a salute:

"Lord Middle Marquis, you are too kind; you were injured for the country, and I merely did what I could.

If Lord Middle Marquis sees any worth in me, please don't mention any remuneration again."

Looking at Wang Yue, who appeared much better than last time, Xu Yun, while returning the salute, couldn't help but feel complicated emotions within.

He knew better than anyone the fate of this country and knew what kind of enemy they would face in the future:

Even though it's still fifteen years from the official establishment of the Jin Kingdom, and it seems possible to stop the Jurchens from consolidating through some means.

But in fact, the Jurchens had already been merged into a military tribe alliance by Wanyan Wugunai more than twenty years ago.

Currently, Jurchen's Helib has been dead for eight years, and Wanyan Aguda has already risen, making suppression impossible.

So, whether or not the Northern Song will be destroyed is not the question; at the very least, the war between Jin and Song is inevitable.

And Wang Yue, as a member of the Western Army, will likely face the Jin Kingdom.

That's a far stronger enemy than Western Xia and the Liao Kingdom...

Thinking of this.

Xu Yun couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Whether from a personal or national sentiment standpoint, his mission was far from over.

So...

Should I consider increasing the firepower configuration for the Northern Song?

Perhaps make an RPG again or something?

Cough cough...

Thinking too far, thinking too far.

Without dealing with Emperor Huizong, even hand-making a nuclear bomb might be useless.

Afterward, Xu Yun brought his thoughts back to reality and said to the three:

"Lord Middle Marquis's injury is far from healed; two injections are needed every morning and evening for at least three days.

Only after everything is normal three days later can Lord Middle Marquis be considered truly out of life-threatening danger."

Old Su on the side heard and stroked his beard, nodding slightly in agreement:

"I have the same judgment; Zheng Ru's pulse intertwines virtual and real, the internal heat has not subsided, and the injury is still uncertain.

I'll write a prescription later and let Yuan Nian get some medicine from West Gate Pharmacy to help regulate Zheng Ru's body.

By the way, Zheng Chen.

In these days, as you watch over Zheng Ru, only allow him to eat light porridge; think of meat only after the wound heals."

The expression on Wang Yue's face visibly dimmed at these words, and he said awkwardly:

"Uncle, not even lamb?"

Old Su looked at him seriously and shook his head:

"No."

Wang Yue's expression became even more twisted.

It's obvious.

This brave general on the battlefield is also a meat lover in everyday life.

But soon, Wang Yue's expression relaxed.

He seemed to suddenly remember something, became serious, and said to Wang Bing:

"Zheng Ru, I recalled some things recently, and the more I think, the more it feels off. Let me ask you."

Wang Bing nodded:

"Ask anything, brother."

Wang Yue glanced at his wound and recalled:

"If I remember correctly, I was injured in the Laibin area, more than a thousand miles from Bianjing, right?"

Wang Bing continued to nod and answered:

"That's correct."

Wang Yue then pointed to his injury and said:

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