1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 98 [1.8 meters eight]

"Aunt ether?" Zhi Zhi looked at a loss, he didn't even read the word correctly.

Ma Shao slowly explained: "Ether can make patients fall into a coma, allowing doctors to perform painless surgical operations... You should know about surgical operations, right?"

"I know." Branch nodded.

Indians also perform surgery, even craniotomy.

In fact, not only Indians, archaeological evidence of surgery has been found in many stone society remains.This is not because of their superb medical skills, but because of their courage.

One of Mashao's transformations of shamanic medicine is to prohibit most dangerous and unnecessary operations, such as craniotomy and laparotomy, and standardize those necessary operations, such as amputation.

"Ether can make patients painless?" Branch asked again.

"That's right." Ma Shao, as a future man, is of course very aware of this, "But this is just a theory, I don't know if anyone has practiced it."

Ether is not easy to store, it is cumbersome to use, and it may explode.

So despite knowing that it was the use of ether that started modern anesthesia, Horse Whistle hadn't tried it, and he had absolutely no experience in it.

It is generally believed that the formal use of ether as an anesthetic began in 1846, pioneered by American dentist William Morton.

But in many cases, the development process of technology is not step by step.

In fact, as early as 1842 or even before, some bold doctors were using ether for anesthesia, but due to various reasons, it did not spread.

So strictly speaking, Horse Whistle was not the first to propose ether anesthesia, let alone the first to practice it.

Of course, when William Morton became famous in the media a few months later with ether anesthesia, he could also contend for the father of modern anesthesiology if he wanted to.

But Ma Shao could imagine that it was almost impossible for him to win this title.

The U.S. government would not give this honor and the $[-] prize to an Indian, and the $[-] prize was never given out in the original history, because there is no recognized father of modern anesthesiology.

"After the clinic is established, you can recruit a few white doctors, two or three, preferably graduated from medical school." Ma Shao said, "If you can't find them in the town, you can entrust someone to find them in the east. "

"Yes." Branch nodded.

Horse whistle: "Then you communicate with them to learn medical skills, mainly surgical skills, and try to use ether in surgery."

After a pause, he continued: "If you can be the first to master the operation technique of ether anesthesia, you will probably become one of the greatest doctors of this era."

"The greatest doctor..." Twig blinked.

Horse Whistle finally told them: "As Apache shamans, you in Clark Town, whether you are doctors or teachers, have another mission, which is to pass on civilization - to transform every patient and patient you heal. Every student I teach."

"The great spirit is on top!" The two shamans said solemnly.

Afterwards, Mashao went to the Clark Garment Factory and listened to Mary's report on the recent situation of the factory.

“…our jeans have been sold to Chicago, Detroit, Louisville, Toledo, Pittsburgh, and Indianapolis,” Mary said, clearly taking pride in her work, “more and more of wholesalers want to buy from us."

"Well done, you are a competent manager." Ma Shao nodded.

At this moment, Mary changed the topic: "However, imitations also appeared on the market. Some tailors and a company started to make and sell jeans."

Ma Shao was not surprised by this, and asked casually: "What do you plan to do?"

Mary: "The garment factory has entrusted a lawyer to sue the company. As for those small tailors, I have not dealt with them. I guess there should be a lot of them."

"That's it." Ma Shao said, "It is impossible to completely ban imitation of jeans."

After a second of silence, Mary said, "Now we don't have to worry about competition. There are at least 200 million potential customers for jeans in the United States. But in the future, the growth of the factory will definitely slow down. Do you have any ideas?"

Horse Whistle: "Yes."

Seeing his relaxed expression as if he was answering some elementary school arithmetic problem, Mary couldn't help but widen her eyes: "What is it?"

"Well... Let's talk about it after a while. The United States and Mexico are about to go to war. This is what I am most concerned about right now." Ma Shao thought for a while.

"Okay." Mary was very curious, but finally suppressed her curiosity.

She glanced at the jeans on Horse Whistle's legs: "Your trousers seem a little short."

Ma Shao also remembered this matter: "By the way, you have to help me re-order a few pairs of pants. This time they should last for a long time—my height has stopped growing."

Mary looked up at him: "How tall are you now?"

Horse whistle: "1.8 meters eight."

Mary frowned: "1.8 meters eight, how much is this?"

"It's six feet and two inches," the horse whistle said in another way, and then couldn't help complaining, "I can't stand this strange unit system."

Mary smiled: "It's strange about you, no one would describe height like that. Also, you don't seem to like talking about pounds, gallons, etc."

"Meters, kilograms, and liters are more scientific unit systems. Believe me, sooner or later, the whole world will use it." Horse Whistle said that one of his greatest malice against the United States is the imperial unit.

Just to eliminate the imperial units, he wanted to raise the White House.

"You're really tall. You're almost a foot taller than me. You look like a giant." Mary couldn't help but sigh, "Are you really 14?"

"Otherwise?" Ma Shao smiled, "Could it be that someone is still growing at the age of 24?"

"I think you might be a thousand years old, just like those Titans in mythology." Mary joked, "Titans are also very tall."

"Haha."

If placed in later generations, although 1.8 meters eight is also a big man, he can't be called a giant.It's just that the average stature of human beings is shorter at present. In contrast, this height is quite astonishing.

Ma Shao is now 1.8 meters tall and has full muscles. He is basically the figure of Captain America in the movie after he was beaten.

And from the perspective of subjective impressions, people of this era see him, which may be closer to his feeling when he sees Dwayne Johnson.

With such a burly figure, naturally, Ma Shao can only make clothes custom-made.

The workers in the clothing factory measured the detailed body data for the horse whistle, and then prepared to make clothes.

But before that, Horse Whistle took out a blueprint and handed it to Mary and the tailor.

Mary looked at the pattern on it and couldn't help but ask, "What is this...a pair of fists?"

(End of this chapter)