[Comprehensive] Feasibility report on the restoration of the country

The surname of the person who is currently in charge of the military medicine of Yanyan Army is Chen. He is an old bug in his early years.Mr. Chen was obsessed with the imperial examination all his life, but unfortunately he failed to make any progress after passing the county examination 30 years ago. In order to make a living, Fang had no choice but to join the military camp as the director.

Since Murong Fu knew the preferences of Mr. Chen, it would be a piece of cake to deal with him.That night, he sorted out several manuscripts of poems written by his teacher Su Shi, and carrying a hundred strings of Jiaozi in his arms, he went to Mr. Chen's tent.Su Shi's talent is enough to make all the scholars in the world look up to him, and the charm of money is something that Mr. Chen, who has always been struggling, cannot refuse.Therefore, it took less than an hour for Murong Fu to get Mr. Chen's permission to delegate power to him to improve the situation in the wounded barracks.

To solve the possibility of Mr. Chen avoiding someone's interference, Murong Fu compiled a plan for the rectification of the wounded barracks, and it was sent to Zhong Er's desk early in the morning of the second day.Zhong Er was also surprised to see that Murong Fufang knew how to take care of the wounded barracks within a day after he arrived at the barracks. He looked down at the documents Murong Fu sent, and found that although Murong Fu's essays were not as brilliant as his teacher Su Shi's, they were already Get the essence of its eloquence.At the beginning of the article, it was stated straight to the point that "soldiers are the place of death and life, and the way of survival must be observed."; Then it analyzed the battle between a veteran who was injured on the battlefield and a recruit who had never seen blood at the technical level. The difference in strength requires Zhong Er to pay attention to the wounded barracks in order to cherish the military strength and plan for the victory or defeat of the war; finally, it lists several rules for improving the wounded barracks.First, pay attention to the sanitation of the barracks. The wounded barracks are sprinkled and cleaned every day, and the tents and bedding are washed every three days, and they can be used only after being exposed to the hot sun. Third, send more doctors to diagnose and treat the wounded soldiers, and arrange auxiliary soldiers to serve as assistants to the doctors; fourth, arrange the wounded soldiers according to their severity, and the auxiliary soldiers patrol the wounded barracks every night; fifth, apply for a large number of strong wooden planks , gypsum, sheep intestines, green salt.Seeing this, Zhong Er couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "What do you want plaster, sheep intestines, and green salt?"

"Boards and plaster are used to fix broken bones, sheep intestines can be made into catgut to suture wounds, and salt water is used to disinfect and clean." Murong Fu said in a deep voice.Most of the injuries on the battlefield were bloody, and the more important thing was to find a way to do a good job of blood testing and blood transfusion, but Murong Fu was not born here as a medical student and lacked equipment, so he had to give up.

However, from Murong Fu's point of view, this plan is still insufficient, but from Zhong Er's point of view, it has been fully thought out.He pondered for a while and then asked, "Are these methods your teacher's idea?" Murong Fu was still young, so he didn't believe he would have such insight, but Su Shi's erudition and talent were well known.If this is really Su Shi's idea, Zhong Er can rest assured that Murong Fu will do what he wants.

Murong Fu was taken aback when he heard the words, he seemed to understand the worry immediately, and he smiled immediately: "Of course it's the teacher's idea. The students are young and inexperienced, they just run errands for the teacher."

Zhong Er nodded, and said again: "How much can be changed by this method?"

Murong Fu frowned and thought for a moment. Nightingale did all the nursing work back then, which immediately reduced the death rate of British soldiers from 42% to 2%. Although it is several centuries earlier, it will be more or less effective. .And the wounded soldiers felt more confident in their recovery when they saw that they were being cared for. "At least it can reduce the death rate by half."

Seeing Murong Fu's contemptuous answer, Zhong Er couldn't help but sternly said: "This is a military camp, the waves of the army will make a decisive decision! Murong Fu, do you dare to issue a military order?"

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows in surprise, seeing Zhong Er's eyes staring at him sharply, he immediately understood that if he hesitated at this moment, he would definitely be looked down upon by others, and he would have no place to speak in the army from now on.Therefore, he said sternly, "Why don't you dare?"

When Qiao Feng received the news, Murong Fu's military order had been written in black and white, Qiao Feng knew that the mountain of military orders was no joke, so he rushed to the wounded barracks after the exercise.

In the wounded barracks, Murong Fu was arranging for the auxiliary soldiers to clean the barracks and replace bedding, while he personally washed the wounds of several seriously injured soldiers with salt water and re-applied medicine to bandage them.Although the development of Chinese medicine in the Song Dynasty has made great progress, the medical knowledge of bacterial infection is still ignorant. Although these seriously injured wounded were treated by doctors, they still fell asleep due to wound infection and fever.The few doctors who served in the army were used to seeing life and death, and knew that these wounded had already stepped into the coffin, so they didn't want to bother to do that useless work on weekdays.Today, the new official Murong Fu arranged for the auxiliary soldiers to clean the barracks with great fanfare when he took office, as if these doctors were not doing their job wholeheartedly, this undoubtedly caused public outrage.Even though the doctors are one level inferior to officials, they are quite proud in the professional field. When they saw Murong Fu pointing fingers, they simply stood by and waited for him to show his embarrassment.Therefore, as soon as Murong Fu ordered to wash the wounds of the seriously wounded, several doctors all disappeared, forcing Murong Fu to go into battle himself.

Originally, Deng Baichuan and Gongyeqian were well aware of Murong Fu's hands-on ability.Unexpectedly, this time, from cleaning the wound and removing the carrion to applying medicine and bandaging to comfort the patient, he did it smoothly and smoothly.Deng Baichuan and Gongye Gan felt it was weird, so they could only explain it with the principle that "my son is a martial arts practitioner, so he is an expert in dealing with trauma."But they didn't know that Murong Fu always spent time in the hospital in his previous life, the so-called long-term illness became a doctor, the work of cleaning and bandaging seems to be familiar, so it is not difficult to do it.

However, Murong Fu did not have anesthesia in his hands, the wounds of the wounded had to be washed with salt water, and the carrion had to be cut out. Naturally, the pain was so painful that even though they were still in a coma, they screamed unconsciously.The scalps of the slightly wounded were numb, and the doctors couldn't help shaking their heads.One of the younger doctors, seeing that Murong Fu tormented the wounded for no reason and did not change the prescription, couldn't help but lamented with sympathy: "Why do they have to suffer like this before they die?"

When Deng Baichuan and Gongyegan heard the words, they all glared at him.Murong Fu just glanced at him casually, and said in a deep voice: "Of course you don't have to suffer if you die, you have to suffer if you want to live!" After finishing speaking, he ordered the auxiliary soldiers beside him to bring cold water and wring the clean linen cloth Physically cool the wounded soldiers on their foreheads.

The few doctors who joined in the fun were caught by Murong Fu's glance, they felt trembling in their hearts and dared not speak.Thinking about Murong Fu's words just now, he felt even more profound and elusive.

Murong Fu was not polite to them, and said: "The cleaning and bandaging process just now, the doctors must have understood it. Then, I will entrust all the wounded in the wounded barracks to you."

As soon as Murong Fu said this, the faces of the wounded were ashen-colored, the doctors also ran away one after another, and each took the task to clean and bandage the wounded, not daring to say anything disrespectful.

Qiao Feng, who had seen the whole process, just remained silent, but Zhong Shidao, who was accompanying him, suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Qiao, you, Murong Xiandi, are definitely not a thing in the pool!" Nephew, at the age of twenty, he was in the prime of his youth, and according to the laws of the Song Dynasty, he entered the official position by serving in the third class.Zhong's family has been in the army for generations, and this time they fought with Xixia, Zhong Er transferred his nephew to serve in the army.Zhong Shi's way of teaching is closely related to Zhong Er, so he has naturally seen the majesty of his uncle's arbitrariness.However, just now when Murong Fu glanced at those doctors, the cold and harsh look in his eyes was worse than kindness.Zhong Er has been in the top position for a long time, so he naturally has a great dignified appearance, Murong Fu is young and has a white body, how can he not be frightened to have such an imposing manner?

But at this time, Murong Fu also noticed the two of them, so he smiled and rushed forward to hug his fists and salute. "Brother Qiao!" Turning his gaze to Master Zhong again, he said, "This is..."

Only then did Qiao Feng wake up, and introduced Zhong Shidao to Murong Fu.He originally planned to persuade Murong Fu to take back the military order, but just now he saw that Murong Fu cleaned and bandaged people quickly and ruthlessly, with a few words, he persuaded all the doctors to obey the orders.Naturally, he also understood that Murong Fu had a strong character, so he must have written that military order not because he was ignorant of the importance, but because he had great confidence in himself, so he didn't have to say those words of persuasion.

Murong Fu didn't know Qiao Feng's complicated thoughts, he just laughed secretly in his heart at his aura of the protagonist.Fang came to the army for a day, and the first friend he met was the "old-fashioned strategy" who was famous all over the world in later generations. How could he not make people envious, jealous and hateful?

Qiao Feng felt that it was a waste of worry, but he was full of doubts about his way of being a teacher, so he asked immediately: "Brother Murong, let someone clean the barracks and wash the wounds, can it really save the lives of the wounded soldiers?"

Murong Fu nodded, and said slowly: "The purpose of cleaning the barracks and cleaning the wounds is to avoid bacterial growth and infection as much as possible."

"Bacteria?" Master Zhong repeated in doubt.

"It's an extremely tiny creature, it's too small, we can't see it with our current eyesight." Murong Fu replied.

Zhong Shi is not a doctor after all, he believed what Murong Fu said when he saw the truth, and asked again: "Then what is the reason for arranging patrols at night? The soldiers are wounded, it is time to rest and recuperate!"

"This arrangement is so that once the condition of the wounded soldiers gets worse, the doctor can get news in time, and it also means to accompany you." Murong Fu said in a low voice, "These soldiers are all wounded, and their bodies are in unbearable pain. Can you sleep peacefully until dawn, brother Zhong is trustworthy?"

Zhong Shidao laughed dumbfoundedly, and shook his head immediately.

"They were wounded on the battlefield and their lives were uncertain, and their relatives were not around to take care of them. They must be feeling anxious. If someone patrols the house at night, take care of them for a while, chat with them to relieve boredom, improve their mood, and greatly improve their physical recovery. Good." Murong Fu sighed in a low voice, with a bit of sympathy in his words. "Or, it's just my little brother's wishful thinking. After all, this seriously injured man... But these soldiers are throwing their heads and blood, breaking their hands and feet, fighting on the battlefield for the sake of the peace of the world and the well-being of the people. How can they be left alone like this?" Going to the end with care? Mencius said that the benevolent loves others. What my younger brother has done is nothing more than obeying the destiny."

As soon as Murong Fu said this, Zhong Shidao's eyes were reddened, and he gave him a deep bow.Regardless of the purpose of Murong Fu's presence here, as long as he has such a compassionate heart, even if what he is doing now is all for the recovery of his teacher Su Shi, Zhong Shidao is willing to cooperate.

Murong Fu naturally understood the deep meaning of Zhong Shidao's bow, and hurriedly returned the bow. "Brother Zhong doesn't need to be too polite. Since I am a disciple of Confucius, I should practice it myself."

Zhong Shidao sighed softly, and suddenly said to himself: "The first battle in Yinzhou is only ten days away, I only hope that my brother Murong can help, our army is strong and strong!"

As soon as Zhong Shidao's words fell, Qiao Feng and Murong Fu were startled at the same time, and they couldn't help but look at each other.Less than half a month after the end of the first battle of Mizhi, Zhong Er was going to send his troops to Yinzhou again.So impatient, how could he listen to Qiao Feng's words not to go deep alone?

Sending off Qiao Feng, who was full of worries, Murong Fu, who was also full of worries, stood alone outside the barracks for a long time.Although Murong Fu doesn't understand military affairs, he also understands that ancient battles are very different from modern wars.In ancient battles, people were the protagonists, and people were afraid and tired.The Battle of Mizhi was extremely difficult, and the Xixia Army even pressed the heavy cavalry iron kites into battle.After this battle, the Song army suffered thousands of casualties.Even after these days of non-stop diagnosis and treatment by doctors, thousands of people are still lying in the wounded barracks unable to move.After a big battle, not only weapons need to be repaired, but soldiers also need to be repaired.And all of this takes time, and half a month is obviously not enough.History has proved that the three generations of Zhong Shiheng, Zhong Er, and Zhong Shidao, the ancestors and grandchildren of the three generations of generals, established the "Zongjia Army" for the Zhongjia in the Song Army with their own achievements.Kinder is by no means a mediocre talent who is greedy for merit, so why does Faxia act rashly and use troops to take risks this time?

Murong Fu's thoughts were flooded, but it's a pity that the lines are separated by mountains, he can't figure it out.When he was having a headache, Deng Baichuan had already appeared beside him and persuaded him: "My lord has been tired all day, it's getting late now, how about..."

When Murong Fu heard the words, he lifted his spirits, shook his head and said: "If I can't abide by the rules set by myself, who will care about them?" After speaking, he walked back to the wounded barracks.The so-called do as Romans do, Murong Fu believes that these wounded should prefer "Journey to the West" as their evening reading material than "Bible".

The author has something to say:

Director: Daxia Xiao, are you going to say something?

Qiao Feng: Brother Murong Xian is a smart man, he has his own ideas in everything, I should trust him.

Director: Daxia Xiao, in fact, you are also a smart person!