12dz Chapter 499 The Charm of Science
Chapter 499 The Charm of Science
"Husband, is gunpowder really that powerful? Can a musket really take a life from 800 miles away?" Zhou Xiyin asked curiously on the way back to the manor.
She originally just wanted to stay by Lin Ping's side, but later she was deeply attracted by what he was telling her and asked about a few of the topics that interested her the most.
"Of course, the weapon I used to assassinate Lu Zhan was a musket. But killing someone from 800 li away is a line from anti-Japanese war dramas. Killing someone from 800 meters away is already the maximum power," Lin Ping explained.
"What about those chemical reactions? What are molecules and atoms?" Zhou Xiyin asked curiously.
"Molecules and atoms need to be studied with the help of microscopes, which requires the manufacture of glass. So, industrial development can drive scientific progress. After they have completed their studies, some of them will go on to manufacture glass and microscopes, while others will stay and continue to do research. As for how much they can develop in the future, that depends on their fate."
Scientific research is by no means something that can be accomplished overnight. Even though Lin Ping provided many theories, they were only the most basic ones.
Graduating from university with a bachelor's degree is far from sufficient for in-depth research.
He was confident that these students could achieve something, such as smelting glass and manufacturing firearms and cannons, but whether they could achieve greater success depended on their talent and luck.
"After we return to the manor, can my husband tell me all about it?" Zhou Xiyin asked shyly, counting on her fingers, her intentions clearly ulterior.
"Then you'd better hurry, I still need to go to the woodshed after dark," Lin Ping replied naively, completely unable to fathom the woman's thoughts.
"Get out! Don't even think about coming into my room before dark." Zhou Xiyin replied crisply, her violent fist striking his chest.
"I didn't say anything wrong. Could it be that you turned into a cannon because you were researching gunpowder? Heh... woman." Lin Ping said innocently, still finding the woodshed more comfortable, at least there was a bed there.
Over the next few days, Lin Ping enthusiastically taught his students.
The focus was still on metallurgy. He urgently needed to strengthen the army, at the very least having a special forces unit equipped with firearms and cannons, similar to the Shenji Battalion of the Ming Dynasty.
These learned scholars and successful candidates in the imperial examinations gradually developed a strong interest in scientific knowledge.
Lin Ping set up several secret laboratories, from which loud rumbling noises frequently emanated.
These are the results of the students' research on gunpowder.
Although there has been no substantial progress, it is more powerful than the explosives used by Lu's army.
Of course, it will still take some time before we can manufacture real firearms and cannons.
After all, gun barrels and cannon barrels require fine iron. If there is no qualified steel, it is easy for the barrel to explode, and the one who suffers will be the one with the disaster.
In addition, the doctors recruited by Hua Feiying also arrived in Yingtian Prefecture one after another.
Lin Ping focused on these doctors, without restricting their thinking or spending a lot of time explaining Western medical theories.
He acknowledged that Western medicine has many aspects that traditional Chinese medicine can learn from, but traditional Chinese medicine also has its unique strengths that cannot be ignored.
Regarding internal medicine, Lin Ping didn't say much, but simply took out several prescriptions for treating colds and even planned to memorize "Qianjin Fang" in his spare time.
The appearance of these prescriptions completely shocked all the doctors, who held them in their hands as if they were precious treasures, and their attitude towards Lin Ping became even more respectful.
This is also what Lin Ping wanted to achieve; only when they fully believe in themselves can they pass on their surgical knowledge.
"The body is like a machine, and the internal organs are like parts. Repair what's damaged, don't be afraid of opening up." Lin Ping drew a human anatomy diagram on the whiteboard.
"Opening up the abdomen? Won't people die?" One doctor was dumbfounded.
They had heard of famous doctors in ancient times who were skilled at opening up the abdomen and even scraping bones to treat wounds, but that was just a legend, with very few records of it, and no one dared to try it.
"Master Ping, Master Ping, something terrible has happened! There's a patient in Xuanjitang suffering from stomach pain, and no amount of acupuncture can relieve the pain." At that moment, Ye Liangchen rushed over.
Since Lin Ping relinquished control of Xuanjitang, Ye Liangchen became the chief physician, and his approachable attitude earned him considerable renown.
"Where is he? Bring him here so I can see him," Lin Ping said with a hint of worry.
He had some confidence in Ye Liangchen's medical skills; at the very least, he could handle minor ailments like common colds and fevers, and even difficult or complicated cases wouldn't cause him to panic.
Therefore, this patient at Xuanjitang is indeed in some danger.
"The person has been brought over; they're just outside the door." Ye Liangchen hurriedly helped the patient inside.
The man's face was deathly pale, cold sweat poured from his forehead, and he was clutching his stomach with both hands, his expression one of extreme pain.
Upon entering the hall, a group of doctors immediately surrounded him, trying all the methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, but in the end they could only shake their heads helplessly, unsure of which method to use.
"It's probably a case of stomach cold, requiring a warming and tonifying prescription," someone said softly, hoping to get Lin Ping's approval.
"It might work for chronic gastritis, but this is an acute case. Before the medicine can take effect, the patient might already be dying from the pain," Lin Ping denied.
"Miracle doctor, please save me! I don't want to die!" the patient pleaded, kneeling on the ground.
"Have you experienced these symptoms before?" Lin Ping asked.
“That’s right, it’s happened twice before, both times the pain was unbearable, but this time it’s even worse.” The patient nodded repeatedly.
The four diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation are quite complex. Lin Ping knew his medical history without asking anything, which is enough to demonstrate his superb medical skills and gave the man hope.
"You have acute appendicitis. This disease often recurs, and the pain can be excruciating. The best solution is to remove your appendix to prevent future problems," Lin Ping said calmly.
"I'll do whatever the doctor says. I'm not afraid of pain, so bring it on." The man adopted a look of fearlessness.
"What part is the appendix?" a doctor asked curiously.
"It's the end of the intestines," Lin Ping explained.
"The miracle doctor wants to cut out his intestines? How can that be allowed?" The man's face was filled with horror.
Not only him, but the patient was also startled, as this was a situation that would require disembowelment.
"Da Ri, bring me my medicine box." Lin Ping didn't offer any further explanation; he wanted to prove the truth with facts.
Su Boming quickly brought over the medicine box, already demonstrating his competence as a medical apprentice.
Lin Ping dipped a silver needle in a small amount of anesthetic and then pricked the patient's abdomen a few times.
After a simple anesthesia treatment, Lin Ping took out a sharp scalpel and skillfully cut open the patient's skin and flesh.
Everyone was startled by his actions and unconsciously closed their eyes, clearly not wanting to see this bloody scene.
They were certain the patient would emit a wolf-like scream, but they never heard it.
"Huh? That's strange, why can't I feel any pain at all?" the patient lying in bed asked in surprise.