Bai Shan came down with the first batch of wounded soldiers. He washed his hands as soon as he got off the horse, and then he found three cloaks from nowhere, gave one to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan, and then wrapped one for himself. .
He was looking for Man Bao while rolling up his sleeves.
Man Bao was standing in front of a built wooden bed and was cutting off the clothes on the man's body. When he saw him coming, he said, "Come and help me, Liru, you can treat a patient by yourself."
Seeing that she was a little flustered, knowing that she had never treated patients before, she might be flustered, so she said, "Treat the less injured ones first, and leave the rest to me and the military doctor."
The military doctor's medical skills may not be as good as Zhou Liru's, but he has rich experience. No matter how good his medical skills are, he does not panic or shake his hands. The method is not very clever, and the prescription is not very good.
But the latter has a prescription prescribed by Man Bao in advance. For the former, the wounded patients sent at this time were either cut off their arms or legs, and their backs and stomachs. It was a little bit heavy, most of it was on the shoulders, but when it was delivered, it was almost dead.
So at this time, I don't pay much attention to how good the medical skills are, but to stop the bleeding quickly, and save my life before I can talk about other things.
Man Bao pressed the cut neck wound, and stopped halfway through the hemostasis. She paused, raised her head and said to Bai Shan, "No need."
Then he turned his head and said to the veteran who obeyed his orders: "Next, lift up the one whose belly was cut first."
The veteran suggested, "My lord, treat the less injured first. Although they will send the survivors down, we have to make a choice. These... are usually the last treatment."
That's right, military doctors usually choose to treat people with moderate symptoms first, and then treat people with minor injuries, but seriously injured people. If he can live long enough to spare time to save him, he will be saved.
Because serious injuries mean that there is a high possibility of death, they will give the hope of survival to moderate and mild injuries first.
Man Bao said: "They have a very high survival rate here, and those with minor injuries will be sent to Zhou Liru."
Bai Shan said to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan who were standing aside: "Go and lay hands on Liru."
Bai Erlang knew a little bit about medicine, Zhou Liru could find any medicine he wanted, Liu Huan was basically blind, so she had to hold it down if she asked her to, and hand over the scissors if she asked her to.
The veteran who obeyed orders in the medical tent had no choice but to lift him up with a slashed stomach and put him on a wooden board.
There are three wooden boards in the medical tent, all of which are built high with stones, and then the wooden boards are placed on them, neither high nor low, which is just convenient for them to move.
His stomach was cut, and a section of his intestines flowed out.
Because there are many injuries, more injuries will definitely be sent later, so we can't be as particular here as we were in the capital.
Man Bao frowned, but he didn't ask for more. Teacher Mo once gave two lectures on the psychological adjustment of doctors during the war.
At that time, he said something that she remembers deeply, "As a doctor, you must know how to adjust yourself in a timely manner, and give up some in a specific environment in order to maximize the benefits."
Now is not the time to be particular about it, at least the Liangzhou army's medical account is not yet capable of meeting her requirements.
Man Bao picked up the scissors and quickly cut open the clothes on his body. Bai Shan threw the clothes aside and turned to fetch hot water...
Man Bao threw the cut intestines into the wooden barrel beside him, carefully stuffed the processed intestines back into his stomach, and then quickly sewed them up with the needles that Bai Shan had strung together.
After she finished sewing, Bai Shan began to apply the medicine and bandage. Man Bao looked at it for a while, and after confirming that he could do it independently, he pulled out the needle from the patient, and turned to see the patient of the military doctor on another wooden bed.
The military doctor had just treated a minor injury, bandaged the person up and sent him down. At this time, he sent a man whose thigh had been severed. He took out a saw and was about to saw the leg.
Man Bao couldn't help stopping when he saw it, checked it and said: "The legs can be kept."
"No, not to mention that it's hard to heal afterwards, even now, if he doesn't amputate his leg and stop the bleeding, he won't live much longer."
While giving him a needle to stop the bleeding, Man Bao asked, "How do you stop the bleeding after the saw?"
"Fire."
Man Bao frowned, not to say that this method is not good, but not very good, she said: "After sawing the legs, there is also a risk of decay, and the survival rate is not high."
"I know," said the military doctor, who has amputated many people's legs in the past four or five years, "but it's better than saving the legs. If the legs are amputated, two out of ten will survive. Half of them won't survive."
Man Bao said: "I can stop the bleeding, save the leg first, and then saw it if there is no sign of life after three days."
The military doctor knew that she was talking about the legs, but the veteran beside him didn't know. He was shocked and said, "You still want to saw your legs when you're dead?"
The military doctor waved his hand, "Go, go, we're talking about legs, not people. Hurry up and boil the medicine. You boil the medicine too slowly."
The veteran was wronged, "All the stoves and pots have been used, but I can take care of ten pots alone, and I must have a pot for me."
The pot accompanying the army is not very big, and one pot can boil medicine for up to five people. He has tried his best, okay
Man Bao has already started to work on the wound on her thigh, and soon began to stitch it up. Seeing the military doctor's eyes shining brightly, she began to explain while stitching...
Zhou Liru's speed was slower. Fortunately, the wounds sent to her were relatively minor, but they would be dragged off the battlefield, no matter how minor they were, basically only when they completely lost their fighting power would they be dragged off.
Like the kind where a non-critical place was cut, the amount of bleeding was not violent, and it basically did not meet the standard for going to the battlefield.
It was the first time she was in charge of a patient by herself, and she was still a little flustered. While handing her the scissors and scrubbing the wound, Bai Erlang muttered: "Can you do it, this piece of meat is dead, don't you want to cut it off?"
Seeing that her forehead was sweating, Liu Huan wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief, and said to Bai Erlang, "Shut up, can you say a few words less?"
Zhou Liru concentrated all his attention, completely ignoring the two of them, removed the bad flesh from the wounded patient, and began to sew...
Human flesh is still very different from pig flesh. Zhou Liru found the feeling after several needles, and as his heart calmed down, the movements of his hands became much smoother, and he was getting better...
Before Man Bao treated the patient with a thigh injury, two soldiers rushed in carrying a stretcher and shouted: "This is our army, he fell off his horse..."
Man Bao turned around to look, and after only one glance, he said, "Put him on the bed, he was trampled by a horse? Are there any injuries on his body?"
The military doctor glanced at it and said, "No way..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the stretcher closed his eyes.
Man Bao stretched out his hand to touch the other party's neck, and it really didn't work.