Doctor Shen asked again: "If it were you, how would you treat it?"
Bai Zhi responded: "Clean up the wound first, and then close the skin cut by the sword. After stitching, keep the wound clean. Wipe the wound with cooked wine every morning and evening. No dressing is required. The stitches can be removed in seven days and the wound is healed."
Stitching up the cut skin and flesh without applying medicine? He had never heard of this kind of treatment.
In his opinion, this kind of injury should be treated with a high-quality wound medicine to prevent septicemia and flesh rot, and the medicine should be changed once a day. This kind of treatment is the most common method. He has been in medicine for decades and has never I've heard of the treatment of sutures on people with sutures.
It seems that he is going to open his eyes today.
Dr. Shen said: "Why not, this patient will be treated by you, and there is a person who is similar to his injury. I will use my method to treat it. Let's compare and see who has the more effective treatment method."
Bai Zhi smiled lightly: "It's not impossible, but how to judge a win or lose? What if you lose? What if you win?"
Dr. Shen's stern face finally showed a little smile: "That's right, since you want to bet on winning or losing, naturally you have to add a lot of money, otherwise, what's the point?"
The more Dr. Shen looked at the boy in front of him, the more interesting he was, and he asked with a smile: "Why don't you tell me, what kind of color do you want?"
Bai Zhi curled her lips and secretly said that Doctor Shen was really a Taoist person. Knowing that she had another purpose, she simply gave her a chance.
She was not polite, and directly said: "If I win, let me stay as your assistant." She was worried that she couldn't think of a way to stay, but this was an excellent opportunity.
Doctor Shen smiled and asked, "What about losing?"
Bai Zhi shrugged: "If you lose, you will listen to you!"
Doctor Shen nodded, looked at her with interest, and applauded: "You seem to be very sure."
Of course she is sure that curing this kind of injury is a pediatrics for her, overkill.
"If I don't dare to say ten percent, I will say less and 90 percent." Ten percent more is afraid of being proud, but 90 percent is better.
Doctor Shen was happy and waved his hand: "Well, stop talking nonsense, let's get started, there are so many injuries here, and there will be new ones coming in soon, and there is no time to grind here."
Bai Zhi nodded, turned around and left the camp, took out the cloth bag brought from Qingyuan from the carriage outside, and turned out the needle thread for suture and the alcohol cotton used for disinfection from the cloth bag.
When cleaning the wound, the young man who had always gritted his teeth couldn't help but screamed. The pain was like someone sprinkling salt on his wound.
Doctor Shen is also cleaning up the wounds for the wounded, using hot water, which is naturally not as painful as using alcohol here.
Doctor Shen ridiculed: "Don't let the wound be sewn, it will die of pain."
Bai Zhi put down the alcohol cotton and smiled: "No, if he can't bear this pain, he won't live until now. He would have been dead as long as his belly was cut open."
While talking, the suture needle had pierced the young man's skin and flesh, and the needle stick didn't hurt, but the pain was the feeling when the long thread was pulled a little bit by injury. . .
Dr. Shen put down the trauma medicine in his hand, got up and walked behind Bai Zhi, watching her sew the long blood hole with stitches, just like when his clothes were torn when he was a child, mother Sitting under the oil lamp, he stitched his clothes stitch by stitch.
After a while, the wound with the red meat disappeared, leaving only a straight black centipede.