Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Bai Shan followed the first group of wounded soldiers down. He went to wash his hands as soon as he got on the horse, and then he didn't know where to find three hoodies, gave one to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan, and then surrounded himself with one. .

He rolled up his sleeves while looking for Man Bao.

Man Bao was standing in front of a wooden bed built up and cutting off the clothes on the person. When he saw him coming, he said, "Come and fight for me, Li Ru, you can handle a patient yourself."

Seeing that she was a little flustered, knowing that she had never dealt with patients, she might feel flustered, so she said, "Treat the minor injuries first, and leave the others to me and the military doctor."

I am afraid that the medical skills of the military doctor are not as good as Zhou Liru, but he is more experienced. No matter what his medical skills are, he is not panicked, his hands are not shaking, he should stop the bleeding, and prescribe the medicine, and he is doing it in an orderly manner. The methods are not very clever, and the prescriptions prescribed are not very good.

But the latter has a prescription that Manbao prescribes in advance. The former, the injured person sent at this time either had their arms or legs chopped off, as well as their backs and stomachs. One of them was slashed in the neck, It was a little too long, and most of it was on the shoulders, but when it was delivered, it was almost dead.

So at this time, I don't pay attention to how brilliant medical skills are, just to stop the bleeding quickly and quickly, and save my life before I can say anything else.

Man Bao held down the wound that was cut in the neck, and stopped when the bleeding was halfway through. She paused, raised her head and said to Bai Shan, "No need."

Then he turned his head to the veteran soldier who was obedient to the side and said, "Next, bring up the one who was cut in the stomach first."

The veteran suggested, "Sir, save the minor ones first. Although they will send the survivors down, we also have to make trade-offs. These... are usually treated last."

That's right, military doctors generally choose to treat from the middle-of-the-road, and then the slightly injured person, but the seriously injured person. If he can live long enough to make time to save him, he will be saved.

Because serious injury means a high probability of death, they will give hope of survival to moderate and mild injuries first.

Man Bao said: "They have a very high survival rate here, and they will be sent to Zhou Liru with minor injuries."

Bai Shan said to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan who were standing aside, "Go and fight Li Ru."

Bai Erlang was a little more adept at medical theory, and Zhou Liru could still find whatever medicine he wanted. Liu Huan was basically blind, so she could only hold down if she wanted to, and hand over the scissors if she wanted to.

The veteran who was in the hospital tent had no choice but to carry him with a slash in the stomach and put him on the wooden board.

There are three wooden boards in the hospital tent, all of which are built high with stones, and then the wooden boards are placed on top, neither high nor low, just to facilitate their movements.

He was slashed in the stomach, and a portion of his intestines came out.

Because there are many injuries, more injuries will definitely be sent later, so I can't be as particular here as in the capital.

Man Bao frowned, but he didn't ask for much. Teacher Mo once taught two lessons on the psychological adjustment of doctors during the war.

At that time, he said a sentence that she remembered very 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, at least the medical bills of the Liangzhou Army are not yet capable of meeting her requirements.

Man Bao picked up the scissors and quickly cut off his clothes. Bai Shan threw the clothes aside and turned to get hot water...

Man Bao threw the cut intestines into a wooden barrel beside him, carefully stuffed the treated intestines back into his stomach, and then took the needles that Bai Shan had strung together and quickly sewed them together.

After she finished sewing, Bai Shan began to take over the dressing and dressing. Man Bao watched for a while, and after making sure that he could do it independently, he pulled the needle out of the patient's body and turned to go to another wooden bed to see the patient of the military doctor.

The military doctor had just dealt with a minor injury, and after bandaging the man, he sent him down. At this time, a man with a severed thigh was sent, and he came out with a saw and was about to saw his leg.

Seeing that, Man Bao couldn't help but stop. After checking it, he said, "The legs can be kept."

"No, not to mention that it will be difficult to heal afterwards, but right now, if he doesn't saw off his leg, he won't be able to live much longer if the bleeding can't be stopped."

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: "There is also a risk of decay after sawing the legs, and the survival rate is not high."

"I know," the military doctor has not seen how many people's legs have been sawed in the past four or five years. Half of them won't survive."

Man Bao said: "I can stop the bleeding, protect his legs first, and then see if there is no sign of surviving after three days."

The military doctor knew that she was talking about legs, but the veteran soldier on the side didn't know, and said in shock, "If no one is alive, will they have to saw their legs?"

The military doctor waved his hand, "Go, go, we're talking about legs, not people, hurry up and boil the medicine, you are too slow to boil the medicine."

The veteran was aggrieved, "All the stoves and pots are used, but I can keep ten pots by myself, and I have to have pots for me."

The cauldron of the army is not very big, and a cauldron can boil up to five people's medicine. He has tried his best, okay?

Man Bao has already started to bury her head to deal with the wound on her thigh, and soon began to sew it up. Seeing the bright eyes of the military doctor, she began to explain while suturing...

Zhou Liru's speed was a little slower. Fortunately, the injuries that were sent to her were relatively minor, but they would be dragged off the battlefield, no matter how light they were.

Like the one that was slashed in a non-vital place, the blood flow was not fierce and rushed out, and it basically did not meet the standard of the next battlefield.

It was the first time she was in charge of a patient by herself, and she was still a little flustered. Bai Erlang handed her scissors and scrubbed the wound while muttering, "Can you do it? This piece of meat is dead, so why don't you cut it off?"

Seeing that her forehead was sweating, Liu Huan wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and said to Bai Erlang, "Shut up, can you say a few words less?"

Zhou Liru was completely focused, completely ignoring the two of them, removed the bad flesh from the injured body, and began to sew up...

Human flesh and pig flesh are still very different. Zhou Liru took several needles to find the feeling, and as his heart slowly calmed down, the movements of his hands became much smoother, and he gradually became better...

After Man Bao took care of the patient with the injured thigh, two soldiers hurried in with a stretcher and shouted, "This is our army, he fell off his horse..."

Man Bao turned to look and said with just one look, "Put it on the bed, he was trampled by a horse? What else is there to do?"

The military doctor glanced at it and said, "No way..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the stretcher closed his eyes.

Man Bao reached out and touched the other's neck, and it was indeed impossible.

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