While rescuing the patient, Zi'an turned back and told the doctor, "Quickly prepare the white medicine, drink it first, then prepare the turtle and deer soup to produce blood, add the Rehmannia soup, and bring them up together."
The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it's useless."
"Go quickly!" Zi'an roared at him, her voice changing tone. She couldn't let Murong Jie die. Murong Jie was her only supporter, at least for now.
Prince An grabbed the doctor by the collar and said, "Do as she tells you."
"Yes, yes!" The doctor went down immediately.
Murong Zhuangzhuang saw that Zi'an was not afraid of blood and wounds, and was handling the situation step by step, and was able to instruct the doctor what to do in an orderly manner. Looking at her calm and solemn face, for some reason, she suddenly felt a little relieved.
Su Qing took out some gunpowder, not much, all taken from firecrackers.
Zi'an put gunpowder on the poisonous wound and burned it. After the flame disappeared, the blood in the wound also disappeared. Su Qing immediately understood that if he closed his mouth, the poison on the wound's skin would not be able to seep into it.
This woman is so smart.
On the battlefield, sometimes people would use fire to burn wounds. Of course, the purpose was to stop the bleeding, but no one expected that gunpowder could also have the effect of detoxifying.
After cleaning the wounds on his body, he slowly checked the minor injuries on his face and arms.
Fortunately, the wounds on the hands did not cause broken bones or tendons, they were just skin injuries and were easy to treat.
He tried to pour the white medicine down his throat with warm water, but his teeth were so clenched that it was almost impossible to pour the medicine down his throat.
Zi'an had to hold up his head and let Su Qing pry open his teeth before he could pour the water.
There was a lot of noise outside, which was caused by the doctor giving orders to the servants who were serving him while he was treating the patient.
After taking the Baiyao, you have to wait for a while before taking the Turtle and Deer Soup.
Zi'an sat beside the bed and began to apply hemostatic powder. The sealing time could not be too long, so he had to apply hemostatic powder on the wound first.
The needles should not be removed all at once, but should be removed one by one in a step-by-step manner. Otherwise, the blood in the body will flow back and impact the wound, which will then be impossible to stop and the blood in the body will be drained.
When the doctor saw that Zi'an actually knew acupuncture, he looked at her with a little more respect.
After the acupuncture was completed, she checked the amount of bleeding. Fortunately, there was no blood oozing out, which showed that the hemostatic powder had taken effect. She began to bandage the minor wound.
The weather is very hot, so be sure to apply medicine and disinfect when bandaging, and change the dressing frequently, otherwise it will easily lead to infection.
She didn't bandage the serious injury, and she would have to get stitches later. The wound was so big and long that if she didn't get stitches it would definitely cause more serious sequelae or wound infection.
Her bandaging technique was very skillful. Even the doctor from the Welfare Bureau was secretly surprised when he saw it. Such a skilled technique could only be achieved by a doctor who had been practicing medicine for more than ten years and had been bandaging external injuries for a long time.
But this little girl looked only about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had just performed a series of acupuncture to stop bleeding and disinfection in one go. Facing such a seriously injured person, she did not show any fear or worry at all, nor did she act cautiously and timidly just because the other party was the regent.
Su Qing couldn't help but marvel secretly when she saw this. It seemed that she was worthy of the title of doctor. This was what a real doctor should be like.
Prince An had been standing by. He did not see how Zi'an treated the wound. He just kept staring at Murong Jie, as if counting his breaths. Sometimes he exhaled for a long time without breathing in again, and Prince An's face would tense up a little. When he breathed in again, he would feel relieved.
This repetition is really torturous.
Everyone saw that she stopped bandaging a few minor wounds, and the doctor asked, "Are you not going to bandage the rest of the wounds?"
Zi'an shook his head, "Wait a moment for these big wounds. I need to sew them up."
The doctor thought he had misheard, "What? Sewing? What do you want to sew?"
Zi'an was considering which line to use and didn't answer him.
Ordinary cotton thread should not be tough enough to heal wounds.
She thought for a moment, raised her head and was about to ask Prince An, but saw that everyone was looking at her stupidly, as if waiting for her to answer. She belatedly remembered the doctor's question and explained: "Stitching helps speed up the healing of wounds, prevent bleeding from happening again, and reduce the chance of infection. For example, if a wound is not stitched, it will take ten days to heal, but if it is stitched, it only takes four days, which greatly improves the healing ability of the wound and can also prevent the wound from bursting again..."
She paused. Even with stitches, the wound could still burst. She tried hard to adjust her thoughts, but found that even though she pretended to be serious and professional, she couldn't hide the panic in her heart.
She was afraid that he would die, die in her hands.
Her thoughts were in a mess, and her heart was in a mess. When she spoke, her voice was trembling slightly, "Is there any thread that is more resilient?"
Su Qing asked tentatively: "Do you really want to sew up the wound?"
Zian nodded randomly, "Yes."
She didn't want to explain anything. All those professional terms thrown out one by one would only make her nervous.
Such serious injuries may not be able to be cured even in modern times with advanced medicine or equipment.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see even one percent of hope.
She didn't dare to look into their eyes. Perhaps everyone present thought she could be saved. The smooth way she treated the wound gave them hope. But Zi'an listened to his heartbeat and opened his pupils, and hope faded away little by little.
She could only take the most basic measures, stop the bleeding, sew and bandage, but she could only watch his life slip away bit by bit.
The people present were silent for a moment, and Prince An said calmly: "Use silk thread."
Zian nodded, "Okay."
Suturing actually existed in ancient times, but Zi'an didn't know that it didn't exist here, which shows how backward the medical technology here is.
When she was studying Chinese medicine in modern times, she knew that suturing was first seen in the Jin Dynasty's "Treatise on the Causes and Symptoms of Various Diseases: Symptoms of Intestinal Wounds", which recorded simple suturing of external injuries, disinfection with saline, etc., and it was recorded in great detail in "Fifty-two Prescriptions for Diseases".
Although suturing is not widely used, as a doctor, it is not something you have never heard of.
In the past, mulberry thread, hemp thread, and occasionally silk thread were used for sewing, but Zian prefers silk thread because it is easier to twist.
After the silk thread was brought over, Zi'an ordered someone to get the largest sewing needle.
Looking at these medical devices, Zi'an felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Although she had the Soul-Snatching Ring, it was of no use at all for such serious injuries.
The only things that can be used are needles and medicine.
The stitching process was long and arduous. She didn't even have an assistant, and she even had to wipe the blood with cotton by herself.
(End of this chapter)