Chapter 247 Suture the wound "Quick, quick, quick! Carry them into the tent immediately. Emergency treatment must be given!"
As soon as he arrived in Dingxiang where Li Jing's army was stationed, Ji Song became completely busy. The wounded soldiers who were withdrawn from the front line were sent to the rear camp.
According to his estimate, there are now at least a thousand people.
You can still return to the army camp. Being able to come back means that Datang won the small-scale fight, and only then can the wounded be sent back.
If they lose, the Turks are not so kind, and giving them a quick last hit would be a mercy.
Turks are good at shooting, so most of the injuries were from arrows or from falling from is a miracle that he survived the catastrophe.
Since they have been sent to the rear army camp, Ji Song has the obligation to do his best to treat them.
"General manager, there are not enough doctors in the army. Now there are more and more wounded, and many people have not slept a wink all day and night. If this continues, the doctors will not be able to survive at all." Zhang Lun hurriedly ran to Ji Song and said.
Ji Song was stunned for a moment, and then got angry: "What's going on? Didn't I already tell the doctors to take turns to rest? Now you tell me that they haven't rested all day and night?"
Zhang Lun smiled bitterly and could only explain: "Manager, they are also kind-hearted. More and more soldiers are being sent here. If some of them are not treated immediately, their lives will not be saved."
Ji Song kicked him without thinking. What kind of bullshit theory is this? Can't you understand the priorities of the matter?
It's true to treat the wounded, but you also need to make other arrangements. If you persist a little longer, when everyone can no longer hold on, how will the people behind you be treated?
He was so anxious that he could only spin around in circles, and finally said to Zhang Lun, who was still on the ground: "Go, now, immediately, let half of the doctors go to rest. If anyone dares to disobey, they will be tied up and rested. Is this going to turn things upside down one by one or something? Why didn't you follow the plan you made at the beginning?Everyone knows how to show off their talents. How many people can be cured even if they are exhausted to death? "
"What about the injured now?" Zhang Lun felt a little ashamed when he heard Ji Song's words. The Marquis had left this matter to them, but now it has become like this.
"What to do? What to do? You just know what to do? You can't use your brain. You are the deputy general of the rear army, not a brainless leader." Ji Song shouted.
After waiting for a while, Ji Song calmed down and knew that no matter how angry he was now, it would not that the problem has arisen, let’s find a solution!
He turned around suddenly and quickly came to Zhang Lun, startling Zhang Lun who was waiting, and heard Ji Song quickly say: “Immediately let people sort out those who are seriously injured and need immediate treatment, select them, and arrange them in a warmer tent.
As for those who can still hold on and cannot die in two or three days, they are also properly those who are slightly injured, give them the medicinal materials and methods, and let them solve the problem themselves. "
"No! The general will go right away."
Zhang Lun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Mr. Hou had a solution, it would be fine. If he was not the material, he would just follow Mr. Hou's instructions.
"Also, get me some clothes right away. I'll go there myself." Ji Song said.
Zhang Lun was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly stopped him: "Master Hou, this is not possible. How can you go? What if?"
"What the hell, why can't I go? Just because I am such a piece of shit, I am nobler than them? Go, go immediately. If you dare to delay, I will chop you down first." Ji Song went up. With one kick, Zhang Lun was kicked three feet away.
"promise!"
But Zhang Lun dusted himself off like a normal person and said solemnly to Ji Song.
They are all military men who have practiced martial arts, and Ji Song's kick can't do anything to Ji Song was furious, he still had sense and didn't use much force at all.
If he really used all his strength to attack, Zhang Lun would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Soon Ji Song entered the tent of the seriously injured wearing a coarse linen coat and a simple mask sewn with several layers of cloth. "Ah, it hurts me so much. I'm like this, and I'm not going to live anyway. Why don't you give me a good time? Why save me!" As soon as I came in, I heard a cry like a slaughtering pig.
"what happened?"
The doctor, who was holding a knife and didn't know how to start, saw that it was Ji Song and was about to salute, but Ji Song stopped him.
Now is not the time for these false etiquettes, it’s important to get down to business! The doctor glanced at the man who was wailing in pain on the stretcher and said with a wry smile: "He was stabbed into the stomach with a spear on the battlefield. If the armor hadn't blocked most of the force, he might have been stabbed through.
But even this left a big wound on his stomach, and the official was helpless. "
Ji Song listened to his introduction and began to check the wounds on the man's he said, with the current level of medicine, he can only wait for death. No wonder he wants someone to give him a good time! The pain from such a big wound could kill him. Since he couldn't live anyway, he might as well die! The man obviously knew Ji Song, the logistics manager of the entire army, and he didn't want to be too embarrassed in front of others, so he resisted screaming.
Ji Song smiled as soon as he saw it and said: "You are lucky, you are not dead even if you do this, and you have met me, so you should not die."
Then someone said to the doctor on the side: "You give me a hand and watch carefully. It's up to you how much you can learn."
"Yes, I obey!" The doctor was obviously a little surprised, and then he was pleasantly surprised!
Everyone has heard of the medical skills of Marquis Hao, and being able to learn a little from him is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes.
"Can it really be saved?" The man didn't believe it.
But before Ji Song could say anything, the doctor on the side was unhappy.
"Open your eyes wide and take a look. This is a good Marquis of the Tang Dynasty. He is a miracle doctor in Chang'an. You can be satisfied with the Marquis personally treating you!" If even the Marquis can't cure you, I'll send you on your way in person later. "
Ji Song said impatiently: "Where's all this nonsense? Just do whatever I ask you to do later, do you hear me?"
After saying that, he ignored him and asked someone to bring him a basin of hot water and ask someone to clean the area around his wound.
He began to sort out the set of specially made surgical instruments. Although he had never performed surgery on humans, his predecessors had done it on rabbits when they were learning emergency treatment methods.
Anyway, it's a dead horse being treated as a living horse. Whether it can succeed depends on his luck.
Wipe the area around the wound with alcohol to disinfect it, use an alcohol lamp to disinfect the scalpel, and then cut off all the rotten flesh around the wound.
After checking that his intestines and internal organs were indeed not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was still some hope.
After the wound is cleaned, the final step is left, which is to suture the wound.
The sutures are catgut threads that are removed after the intestines are dried and disinfected. Jisong's sewing skills are obviously not up to par.
Looking at the crookedly stitched wound, the doctor on the side couldn't stand it anymore.
But Ji Song was very satisfied with his workmanship and even admired it after sewing.
Saving the manuscript. I was delayed today and didn't write much. I just finished this chapter.
(End of this chapter)