Capítulo 97: Chapter 98 [1.88 meters]
"Ether?" Zhizhi looked confused. He didn't even pronounce the word correctly.
Ma Shao explained slowly: "Ether can put the patient into a coma, allowing doctors to perform painless surgery... You should know about surgery, right?"
"I know." The branch nodded.
Indians also perform surgery, even craniotomy.
In fact, not only Indians, but also many Stone Age social relics have found archaeological evidence of surgical operations. This is not because they have superb medical skills, but because they are brave.
One of the changes that Ma Shao made to shamanic medicine was to ban most dangerous and unnecessary surgeries, such as craniotomy and laparotomy, and to standardize those necessary surgeries, such as amputation.
"Can ether make patients painless?" the branch asked again.
"That's right." As a man from the future, Ma Shao is of course very clear about this, "But this is just a theory. I don't know if anyone has put it into practice."
Ether is difficult to store, troublesome to use, and can explode.
So even though he knew that the use of ether pioneered modern anesthesia, Ma Shao had never tried it and he had no experience in this area at all.
It is generally believed that ether was first used as an anesthetic in 1846 by American dentist William Morton.
But many times, the development process of science and technology is not clear-cut.
In fact, as early as 1842 or even earlier, some bold doctors had used ether for anesthesia, but it did not spread for various reasons.
So strictly speaking, Ma Shao was not the first person to propose ether anesthesia, nor was he the first person to practice it.
Of course, when William Morton became famous in the media for his ether anesthesia a few months later, he could have competed for the title of the father of modern anesthesia if he wanted.
However, Ma Shao could imagine that it was almost impossible for him to win this title.
The U.S. government would not give such an honor and a $100,000 prize to an Indian, and the $100,000 prize was never given out in original history because there is no recognized father of modern anesthesiology.
"After the clinic is established, recruit a few white doctors, two or three, preferably those who graduated from medical schools," Ma Shao said. "If we can't find any in town, you can ask someone to look for them in the east."
"Yes." The branch nodded.
Ma Shao: "Then you communicated with them to learn medical skills, mainly surgical skills, and tried to use ether in surgery."
After a pause, he continued: "If you can be the first to master the operation of ether anesthesia, you may become one of the greatest doctors of this era."
"The greatest doctor..." Branch blinked.
Ma Shao finally reminded them: "As Apache shamans, you have another mission in Clark Town, whether you are a doctor or a teacher, which is to spread civilization - to transform every patient you heal and every student you teach."
"Great Spirit!" the two shamans said solemnly.
Ma Shao then went to the Clark Garment Factory to listen to Mary's report on the factory's recent situation.
"...our jeans have been sold to Chicago, Detroit, Louisville, Toledo, Pittsburgh and Indianapolis." Mary listed them one by one, and it was obvious that she was proud of her work. "More and more wholesalers want to buy from us."
"Well done, you are a competent manager." Ma Shao nodded.
Mary then changed the subject: "However, imitation products have appeared on the market. Some tailors and a company have started making and selling jeans."
Ma Shao was not surprised at all and asked casually, "How are you going to deal with it?"
Mary: "The clothing factory has already hired a lawyer to sue that company. As for those small tailors, I haven't dealt with them. I guess there are quite a few of them."
"That's fine," Ma Shao said. "It's impossible to completely ban counterfeiting of jeans."
Mary was silent for a second and then said, "We don't have to worry about competition right now. There are at least two million potential customers for jeans in the United States. But in the future, the factory's growth will definitely slow down. Do you have any ideas?"
Ma Shao: "Yes."
Seeing his relaxed expression as if he was answering an elementary school arithmetic problem, Mary couldn't help but open her eyes wide: "What is it?"
"Well... let's talk about it after a while. The United States and Mexico are about to go to war, and 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 Ma Shao's legs and said, "Your pants seem a little short."
Ma Shao also remembered this: "Oh, by the way, you have to help me make a few new pairs of pants. They should be able to last a long time this time - my height has stopped growing."
Mary looked up at him. "How tall are you now?"
Ma Shao: "One meter eighty-eight."
Mary frowned: "1.88 meters, how much is this?"
"It's six feet two inches," Ma Shao said in a different way, and then he couldn't help but complain, "I can't stand this weird system of units."
Mary smiled. "You're the weird one. Nobody would describe their height like that. Also, you don't seem to like talking about pounds or gallons."
"Meters, kilograms, and liters are more scientific units. Believe me, sooner or later, the whole world will use it," said Ma Shao. One of his biggest grievances against the United States is the imperial system.
Just to eliminate the British units, he even wanted to destroy the White House.
"You are so tall, almost a foot taller than me. You look like a giant." Mary couldn't help but sigh, "Are you really fourteen years old?"
"What else?" Ma Shao smiled, "Is there anyone who is still growing taller at the age of 24?"
"I think you might be a thousand years old, like the Titans in mythology." Mary joked, "Titans are also very tall."
"Ha ha."
In later times, 1.88 meters tall would be considered a tall person, but not a giant. However, the average stature of humans is shorter now, so this height is quite amazing in comparison.
Ma Shao is now 1.88 meters tall and muscular, basically the same body shape as Captain America in the movie after he gets some extra boost.
But if we talk about it from a subjective impression perspective, the way people of this era see him may be closer to how he feels when he sees Dwayne Johnson.
With such a burly figure, naturally, Ma Shao could only have custom-made clothes.
The workers at the garment factory took detailed measurements of Ma Shao's body shape and then prepared to make clothes.
But before that, Ma Shao took out a blueprint and gave it to Mary and the tailor.
Mary looked at the pattern and couldn't help asking, "What is this... a pair of fists?"
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