Chapter 18: Treating one person and getting some merit? At this time! Zhao Feng glanced around, his face changed slightly, and he was surprised. "That military doctor, you don't need to quench and disinfect the blades of your blades, why don't you use strong alcohol to disinfect them?" Zhao Feng asked in surprise when he saw the military doctor next to him holding a knife and about to cut open an arrow that had penetrated the flesh of a warrior to retrieve the arrow. I just took the arrow and the wound wasn't too deep, so I didn't use the knife to cut the flesh. "What kind of quenching and disinfection? What kind of strong alcohol disinfection?" The military doctor on the side looked surprised when he heard Zhao Feng's words. "ah?" Hearing the military doctor's question, Zhao Feng was stunned.
This simplest medical common sense will be understood by children in future generations. Military doctors of this era don’t understand? "Strong alcohol is for drinking. It won't hurt as much when you're drunk." "As for using quenching to disinfect, this is even more nonsense. What is the purpose?" "You have just been cured and have a good rest." The military doctor said, and he was a little unhappy when Zhao Feng questioned his medical skills. "Brother Zhao." "This military doctor is a famous miracle doctor in our army. His name is Master Chen. His medical skills were passed down from great doctors." "It is because of the presence of Military Doctor Chen in the Wounded Soldiers Camp of Lantian Camp that many brothers were able to escape from the gate of hell." A soldier sitting next to Zhao Feng whispered. Judging from his attire, he does not look like a logistician, but a real warrior. But now it has spread in the army that Zhao Fengli killed Bao Yuan, and many warriors naturally know about it. "I don't even know how to disinfect, but this miracle doctor has moisture." "Or maybe we don't know the concept of disinfection at all in this era. No wonder so many people in the military camp are infected with tetanus. It would be strange if they don't get tetanus without disinfection." Zhao Feng thought to himself. "Brother, what is the survival rate of the wounded barracks?" Zhao Feng asked, looking at the sharp soldiers beside him. "What is survival rate?" the sharp man asked in confusion. "Uh." Zhao Feng was stunned. His words seemed to be a little ahead of his time. After thinking for a moment, he said: "How many of ten people can survive if they enter the wounded barracks?" "It depends on God, if you don't catch the Seven-Day Wind and the bleeding doesn't stop, you have a good chance of surviving. But if you catch the Seven-Day Wind, you will definitely die. Of course, if you hurt your internal organs and can't stop the bleeding, you will die. " "Minor injuries don't count, but if one out of ten seriously injured internal organs can survive, that's good. If a miracle doctor like Dr. Chen personally treats the injury, it can increase the chance of survival by several percent." Rui Shi thought for a moment and replied. . "You know a lot about this brother," Zhao Feng said.
"well." "I've been in the Wounded Barracks a few times. With God's blessing, the door of **** will never be closed." Rui Shi sighed and said with a wry smile. "Are we going to watch them die from the Seven-Day Wind?" Zhao Feng looked at the wounded soldiers in the barracks who kept wailing, and felt a little unbearable in his heart. If he didn't know this, Zhao Feng might not feel any psychological pressure, but he knew the consequences of not disinfecting. "Now I am a Qin soldier. Although I am a logistics force, I am also a soldier. If I just watch brother Paoze die, then I can't do it." Think of this. Zhao Feng decided. He slowly stood up from the couch. He walked towards Dr. Chen who was not far away. "Military Doctor Chen." "I know that you have learned from everyone and have extraordinary medical skills." "But when it comes to the lives of brother Ze, who is also in the army, I must make some suggestions." Zhao Feng said with a serious face. "you say." Master Chen also stopped and looked at Zhao Feng suspiciously. "First of all, the knife that cuts flesh and blood must be sterilized with a strong fire, so that the poison of the seven-day wind that is dirty on it can be burned out. After a knife has been used to treat a soldier, it must be washed immediately, and then the poison is burned with a strong fire, so as to avoid mutual interaction. Infected by the seven-day wind.” "Secondly, washing the wound with strong alcohol can also achieve the effect of clearing away the poison of the seven-day wind." "If you follow my method, the chance of survival of the generals in the army can be increased by at least 30%." "Of course, today's spirits are not really spirits, so just use them." Zhao Feng said with a serious face. After Chen Fuzi pondered for a moment, he stared at Zhao Feng and said, "Are you proficient in medical skills?" "It's not proficient, but my mother's medical skills are top-notch, and I have been familiar with medical skills since I was a child." Zhao Feng replied. "I have never heard of the use of strong fire to quench knives to disinfect, and the use of strong alcohol to clean and disinfect wounds. If I really try to treat it with this method, if something goes wrong, don't say that I can't escape it, and so will you. in this way." "Are you sure you want me to do it this way?" Master Chen said seriously. Zhao Feng glanced at the wailing robes around him, some of them were even dying. "If the method I mentioned is effective, it can save countless lives. If there is an accident, I will bear the responsibility." Zhao Feng replied very firmly. Saw this statement. Master Chen also had a flash of admiration in his eyes. "Someone's coming." "Prepare fire, prepare strong liquor." Master Chen immediately ordered his men to prepare.
Not a moment. One of his men brought up a brazier, and there was some strong liquor beside it. "You tell me what to do, and I'll treat the wounded soldiers." Master Chen looked at Zhao Feng. "I come." Zhao Feng directly took the knife from Master Chen's hand. First, he put the knife on the fire and grilled it until it was almost done. Zhao Feng walked up to the seriously injured and unconscious soldier in front of him. "God bless." After receiving the basic medical skills, this kind of arrow retrieval is naturally simple, but Zhao Feng was still a little nervous when doing it for the first time. After a moment of calm. Looking at the arrow that penetrated into his flesh and blood, Zhao Feng took action. He poured strong wine on the wound, then cut open the flesh with a knife, and took out the arrow. As the arrow was taken out, blood flowed out uncontrollably. "sewing." Zhao Feng shouted immediately. "What kind of needlework?" Master Chen asked in surprise. "The wound needs to be stitched up." Zhao Feng didn't even look back. But as soon as the words fell. Zhao Feng turned his head suddenly: "Don't the wounded soldiers' wounds need to be sutured?" "After taking out the arrowhead, apply hemostatic medicine. What are you doing for suturing?" Master Chen looked surprised. "No wonder the survival rate is so low." "The medical skills of this era are really not good enough." "No, it seems that suture technology only appeared in the Western Han Dynasty and does not exist in this era." Zhao Feng thought to himself for a moment. Then he groped for a moment in his arms, actually taking out the needle and thread from the panel space. In Master Chen's surprised eyes. Zhao Feng sewed up the wounded soldier's wound with needle and thread. After the suturing, the blood flow stopped greatly. Zhao Feng immediately took out the hemostatic medicine from the side and applied it. As Zhao Feng's first treatment came to an end. A prompt suddenly appeared on the panel: "Treat one person and gain 1 point of merit."
"Is there merit in saving people?" Zhao Feng was in a daze when he saw this sudden reminder. He didn't expect this. "What's the use of this merit?" Zhao Feng communicated immediately. … PS: Please vote for recommendation! Please read it, thank you very much! (End of chapter)