Daqin: The first emperor's direct son, the heavens are upgraded to gods

In the wounded barracks, there were thousands of beds on the floor, and most of the beds were already filled with wounded soldiers.

Wails, screams, cries for help.

It resounded in this wounded soldier battalion, just the sound is extremely worrying, it can be seen what kind of pain many wounded soldiers have endured, so that they have no fear on the battlefield, fearless, and they are not afraid to fight against the city with random arrows They retreated, but at this moment they were injured by the battle, but they were enduring boundless pain.

Simultaneously.

In this palpitating scream and howl.

Nearly a hundred doctors were busy in the wounded soldiers battalion, treating the wounded soldiers, and there was no chance to stop at all.

But even if they were so urgent, there were many wounded soldiers who had died of serious injuries due to various reasons, turned into cold corpses, and carried them out.

See the scene in front of you.

Zhao Xuan was completely taken aback.

Compared with the flashes of swords and swords on the battlefield, the death of vitality, the battlefield for several months has made Zhao Xuan feel at ease, but after watching such a tragic scene, Zhao Xuan couldn't regain his senses.

Those brave warriors on the battlefield are wailing and screaming in pain at this moment, and everyone can only watch, helpless.

Even if the doctor tried his best to treat him, he could not change it.

In this era, there is no anesthetic, only strong alcohol can be drunk, and simple paralysis is achieved by drunkenness, but it is still extremely painful.

Because the wound of the sword is to cut the flesh, if it is wounded by the arrow, it will be more painful, and it must be cut open and the arrow taken out.

"Why, never disinfected?"

"And the spirits, why are you just drinking them and not pouring them on the wound?"

"Is the medical care in this era so bad?"

Zhao Xuan looked at the treatment of many doctors in front of him, but he was stunned.

Because this kind of treatment completely lacks any common sense of hygiene.

The knife for cutting the wound was used mixedly. After using one wounded soldier, the blood was wiped dry with a cloth at random, and then continued to be used on another wounded soldier.

The bandages wrapped around the wound to stop the bleeding were not clean either.

"With this kind of medical treatment, it's no wonder that so many soldiers get seven-day wind."

A flash of understanding flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes.

On the battlefield in this era.

The reason why the survival rate of wounded soldiers is so low is because of the problem of hemostasis and infection of the heptadum.

Seven winds.

If you use the words of Zhao Xuan's previous life, it is tetanus, as long as you are infected, you will have no chance of surviving.

"To improve the survival conditions of wounded soldiers, changing the medical conditions of the wounded soldiers' battalion is one aspect, and the second point is to stop bleeding powder." Zhao Xuan thought to himself.

If not seen.

Perhaps Zhao Xuan was not touched, but now that Zhao Xuan has seen it, there is no reason to ignore it.

Enlist in the army.

In the barracks are all brothers Paoze.

How could Zhao Xuan ignore it.

Come back to your senses.

Zhao Xuan said to Zhang Han: "Call the head of the wounded barracks physician."

"promise."

Zhang Han bowed and bowed.

then.

"Doctor Song."

"Come here."

Zhang Han said to a middle-aged doctor who was dispatching a doctor for treatment.

I saw Zhang Han.

Doctor Song walked over quickly.

"General, you are still injured, what are you doing here?"

Doctor Song came over and looked at Zhang Handao.

"Let me introduce you. This is the newly promoted Lieutenant General of my Fifth Army Battalion, Zhao Xuan."

Zhang Han immediately introduced Dr. Song.

"This is Physician Song Le, who is in charge of physicians, and he is the apprentice of Xia Wuqie, the first imperial physician of the Great Qin Dynasty." Zhang Han introduced to Zhao Xuan again.

"I've seen Dr. Song." Zhao Xuan clasped his hands slightly.

"okay."

Song Le also clasped his fists in return, but his face was full of seriousness, and he hurriedly said: "General Zhao, I'm a little busy, and I don't have time for the time being. I'm seriously wounded in the barracks. If there is nothing else, the generals should leave. Don't delay. cure."

"Doctor Song, the general has something to do with you. It's about my wounded soldier's survival." Zhang Han said immediately.

"General Zhang, are you kidding me?"

Song Le glanced at Zhao Xuan, and said indifferently.

"Doctor Song, I just want to ask a few questions."

"It won't take up too much of your time," Zhao Xuan said.

"It's... all right."

"The name of General Zhao has spread all over the barracks now, and I also know the general."

"Just ask General Zhao if you have any questions." Song Le hesitated and said.

"How many soldiers in this wounded battalion can survive after treatment?" Zhao Xuan asked.

"Ugh."

"Although the imperial court has distributed enough herbs and medicinal materials, the hemostatic effect is not very good, and the seven-day wind infection is unavoidable. Even if we try our best to treat it, it is considered good if three out of ten people can survive." Song Song Le said helplessly.

"kindness."

Zhao Xuan nodded.

"All right."

"General Zhao, if nothing happens, I won't heal the wounded soldiers first." Song Le said, and was about to turn around.

"I can improve the treatment methods of the wounded soldiers' battalion, and increase the chances of the wounded soldiers surviving." Zhao Xuan said in a deep voice.

Hear this.

Song Le turned around and looked at Zhao Xuan in surprise: "General, are you joking with me?"

"This general is not that stupid, the lives of the soldiers are just a joke." Zhao Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Doctor Song, look at my wound."

Zhang Han immediately untied his battle armor and opened the bandage.

Song Le took a closer look, and a look of shock immediately appeared on his face.

"This... how is this possible?"

"The wound hadn't healed in the morning, and the bleeding didn't stop. Why did it stop today?"

"What kind of medicine are you taking?"

Song Le said in surprise, looking at the medicine powder on Zhang Han's wound, it was inconceivable.

"Fortunately, the general gave me the magic medicine to stop the bleeding, otherwise my wound would not heal." Zhang Han said with a look of awe.

"General Zhao, I don't know what kind of medicine you used to have such a miraculous effect?"

Song Le immediately changed his mind and asked sincerely.

As a doctor, saving lives is my life every day. Watching one life after another die in front of my eyes, this kind of impact is very big, in the military camp.

The effect of hemostatic medicine is not good. If there is a real magic medicine, more wounded soldiers will be saved.

How can he not look forward to it?

"The medicine used by Zhang Han is the Zhixue powder prepared by the general, which has a miraculous effect on stopping bleeding."

"Doctor Song can take it for a try."

talking.

Zhao Xuan took out a bottle of hemostatic powder from his arms, and handed it to Song Le.

The latter took over immediately.

Open the cork and smell it.

"I've never seen this medicinal powder, but it seems that there are a lot of medicinal materials in it." Song Le said after smelling it.

"With this Zhixue powder, it has a strong hemostatic effect."

"Apart from that, it is to put an end to the seven-day wind."

Zhao Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Does the general have a way to prevent wounded soldiers from being infected with the seven-day wind?" Song Le asked in surprise.

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"Yes, but it takes a try."

Zhao Xuan said in a deep voice.

"If the general really avoids being infected with the law of the seven-day wind, it will be a great merit to the entire Qin Dynasty, no, it will be a great merit to the entire world."

"Also please tell me the method, General."

Song Le bowed to Zhao Xuan, very solemnly.

The hearts of doctors and parents.

After seeing the magic medicine used on Zhang Han's body, he was already moved by it.

I believed Zhao Xuan.

after all.

With Zhao Xuan's outstanding performance in the Great Qin Army, there is no need to lie to him, there is no need at all.

"Doctor Song will come to the camp with Ben, and I will write all the methods to avoid infection."

Zhao Xuan said to Song Le.

"it is good."

Song Le said directly without any hesitation.

Subsequently.

Zhao Xuan took Song Le back to the tent.

After a while.

Zhao Xuan wrote down several basic hygiene knowledge from modern times, including fire disinfection, alcohol disinfection, knives should not be used together, and so on.

Look at the method Zhao Xuan wrote down.

Song Le looked puzzled.

"General, can these methods really prevent the seven-day wind?"

Song Le said in disbelief.

"Doctor Song just try it and you'll know."

"In addition, these are ten bottles of hemostatic powder, the quantity is currently limited, priority is given to those wounded soldiers who can't stop the bleeding at all,"