Pirate Ship Doctor [Rebirth]

Replantation of amputated limbs is a surgery to regenerate limbs by reconstructing blood circulation through orthopedics and microsurgery.

He did do a lot of this kind of surgery in orthopedic surgery back then, but it was only in those days!

It is impossible to do it with the medical technology of the eighteenth century!This is the year 40 when the amputation mortality rate was as high as 50% to 1700%!Purulent infection has become the most difficult problem for all doctors in the world to overcome.

Not to mention repairing blood vessels and suturing nerves, these are extremely delicate work in modern times.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. Without tools and antibiotics, how could he complete the operation by himself?

Doesn't this make it clear that no matter what, he will be thrown directly to feed the sharks?

Looking at the man's handsome face and well-dressed appearance.

Donoghue's expression was ugly, and his heart seemed to be on fire, but he could only hold back his anger.

The so-called people have to bow their heads under the roof.

He lowered his eyelids and explained in a deep voice: "Dear Captain, you also know that it is impossible to replant severed limbs with the technical tools on board today. Today's wounded usually even die of infection after their limbs are cut off. Just over half, let alone the replantation of severed limbs..."

"Hehe." The man chuckled through his nose, his eyes slowly falling on Donoghue's face.

"You're right, the chance of surviving a broken limb like Bart is only half... But for the crew, the probability of dying from scurvy is higher..." Bartholomew pinched the opponent's cheek more and more. With force, his slender fingers were like a pair of iron pliers, and he grinned gracefully and said: "So, I think if you can't even cure a broken limb, you must be even more unable to cure scurvy."

Fuck, where is this gangster logic coming from? ?

Donoghue resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and secretly spat twice, spurning the other party's ignorance.

But he had no choice but to bite the bullet and endure silently, explaining dryly to the other party: "Dear Captain, I, I can only guarantee...the wounded will not die due to infection."

Will not die from infection?

Bartholomew stood up slowly and calmly, and looked down at Donahue.He never took any captives on his boat, so if he took this kid, wouldn't that break the rules?Scurvy was still far away from them, but the purulent infection was clearly visible, which really moved his heart.

At this time, the surrounding pirates also heard this sentence, and their eyes lit up immediately!

Bart's eyes lit up even more. With his uninjured left hand, he grabbed Donoghue's arm with unknown strength and said excitedly, "Is what you said true? You can really save my life." ?"

Losing an arm is nothing, saving one's life is the most important thing now!

According to the "Pirate Code" formulated by the captain, disabled pirates in battle will be expelled from the fleet.Although he lost his right hand, he was able to receive [-] silver pesos (Spanish silver coins) from the public funds on board before disembarking, so he had to save his life.

As long as he can save his life, with the money in his hands and these six hundred silver coins, he can live a comfortable life in his later years. After all, a slave is only a mere hundred silver pesos.

"Yes, I can guarantee it." Nodding without hesitation, Donahue stared at Bartholomew, with sweat dripping from his back, extremely nervous.

Everyone was also staring at Bartholomew, waiting for the man's instructions. Undoubtedly, most people's eyes were a little hot. At sea, an excellent ship doctor is extremely important.

Especially the ship doctor who can save their lives is even more important!

"Two weeks! I want to see obvious results. Otherwise..." The man lowered his head and grabbed Donoghue's blond hair, forcing him to look up. The corners of the man's mouth slightly raised, and he whispered in Donoghur's fair ear: "You have a pretty face. No women or children are allowed on my boat, so...when necessary...men can barely use it. Judging by your appearance, I believe there will be many people on board who like you... ..."

The slight exhalation made the hairs on Tang Naxiu's back stand on end, and his heart felt cold.

Donoghue's appearance is very good, he is a handsome little white face, not to mention blond hair and blue eyes, the whole person is also handsome, there is not a trace of pores on his fair skin, especially those blue eyes, even looking at it all year round Donahue, who had many celebrity models on the magazine computer, couldn't help being secretly surprised.

but……

Granny Bear!

What does it mean that men can barely use it?

Donoghue twitched at the corner of his mouth. He never expected that someone would be thinking about his ass just after he transmigrated... This taste was like swallowing a fly alive, which made his face flush.

But it's not surprising to think about it. In medieval Europe, it was generally considered unsafe to bring a woman on board.Many men have nothing to do during the voyage, especially the pirates spend more time at sea than the navy. Pirates are a group of lawless and vicious people, so naturally they will not treat themselves badly in this regard.

"Yes, I will definitely let the captain see the effect, and I won't disappoint you..." Knowing that his life was no longer in danger, Donoghue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good."

Bartholomew raised his hand and patted his cheek, only lightly twice, and immediately made Tang Naxiu stand upright with his whole heart hanging, and secretly thought it was bad with a thud.

However, the man didn't say any more, just squinted his eyes dangerously like a cheetah, waved his big hand back, and said in a deep voice: "You guys, come out and bring the new ship doctor on our ship back to the ship. Give all the injured crew members to..."

"Huh? What's your name?" Bartholomew paused, blinking and lowering his head.

"Donahue Bernal."

"Harry took Donna the ship repair doctor back to the ship, took care of the crew, and told him all the rules on the Wandering Ship!"

"Yes, Captain!" A tall, thin, brown-haired white boy emerged from the crowd, pulled Donahue up with a smile, turned around and walked to the pirate ship next to him.

Without looking sideways, Donoghue followed the opponent cautiously, and walked to the deck of the bow to the deck of the Alt pirate ship, which was almost stained with blood. The broken limbs made him take a deep breath, and the smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose. It didn't disappear until I got on the pirate ship on the opposite side. Everything today seemed like a nightmare.

Harry walked in front, smiling at Donahue while talking about the crew rules, and leading him to the wounded area.

"We have a total of two ship doctors on board, and with Donoghue you now have three. There are more than 180 crew members on the Vagabond, and all have equal voting rights."

"Among them, the most important ones on our ship...the first one is that if you steal the belongings of your companions on board, you will be abandoned on a deserted island."

"Second, gambling on board is strictly prohibited."

"Third, except for the place where the wounded stay, turn off the lights in the cabin at eight o'clock in the evening and rest on time."

"Article [-], you are not allowed to bring children on board, and whoever seduces a woman will die!...Article [-], you will die if you run away!"

"The last one, it is strictly forbidden to fight privately on the ship. If you have to solve it, you have to wait until you go ashore."

Harry's voice was low and gentle. Looking at Donohue's slightly frowned brows, he grinned and said, "In addition to these important ship rules, the other rules are also edited into a book by the captain. The book is kept by the captain. We call it the "Pirate Code". If you want to read it, you can tell Captain Bartholomew in advance. If you have any other opinions and ideas, you can also bring them up and tell the captain... But I think you can wait for these things. Do it in two weeks...hehe."

Whether the little boy will survive two weeks later is still a question.

Ignoring Donohue's ugly face, Harry frowned, entered the cabin with a smile, walked to the left, opened a door, and led him in.

The light in the room was not good, and through the only window, Donoghue managed to see the situation of the room clearly.

The slight stench made him frowned again, and he glanced around. Among them were five injured crew members, and two ship doctors who were taking care of the crew members. Looking at the two ship doctors, they seemed to be of the same age. The oldest one is a gray-haired man in his early 30s, with a slightly fatter figure, who seems to have a pretty good life on the boat.

But the movement of the opponent's hand made Tang Naxiu startled slightly.

The fat ship doctor held a machete and scraped off the festering thigh muscles of a wounded man lying in a hammock. He raised his left hand, and another ship doctor behind him quickly handed over a bottle of high-strength rum and poured his brains on the wounded man. .

Blood mixed with wine was left all the way, dripping onto the ground.

The wounded gasped in pain, extremely pale.

"Malken, your wound is too big. This is the third time in the past few days to dig out the carrion. The next time it festers, you can only cut off this leg." The fat ship doctor sighed slightly and shook his head. , The probability of cutting off the thigh to save life is far lower than digging out the flesh, but it keeps festering, even if the thigh is saved, it can't be used at all, it is better to cut it off earlier.

But once it is cut off, it will definitely bleed profusely. The other party has been suffering from a high fever these days, has not eaten anything, and even his consciousness has begun to blur.

After receiving the red-hot soldering iron, the fat boat doctor ruthlessly branded the other party's bleeding wound to stop the bleeding. The sound of squeaking barbecue meat and the smell of burning permeated the whole room.

"Ah!" a scream.

The other party couldn't hold back the pain and passed out again.

"Barnett, this is the new doctor on our pirate ship. I will work with you for the next two weeks, and I will also stay here...to supervise our new doctor." Seeing that the other party was busy, Harry smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Patting Donoghue on the shoulder, he grinned.

"You are free."

Barnett nodded, glanced casually at Donahue, and without saying a word, directly stuffed the remaining half bottle of rum in his hand into his mouth.

"If you need anything, you can tell me. But the wounds of the new wounded have always been like Malcolm's, I guess your head can only be scratched—" Staring at Donohue with a smile, Harry raised his hand on his neck He gestured twice to warn.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, Donahue didn't respond, but turned around and looked down at the bleeding wound on the man named Malcolm. The wound was in better condition than he believed, but he saw the young man holding the bloody wound again. Donoghue frowned subconsciously as he bandaged the other party's white cloth bag again.

"It's no wonder these people keep getting infected."

Bacteriology of Disease Theory These specific concepts of disinfection were only proposed by the French biologist Pasteur in the mid-nineteenth century. The pirates in front of them obviously did not think about these things.

As a doctor, Donahue felt that he had to remind the other party.

The most important thing is that he is now in need of a chance to show his worth in front of this group of savage pirates.

So he stepped forward, grabbed the hand that was about to be bandaged with Malken, and said in a calm voice: "Mr. ship doctor... If you do this, he will continue to be infected and fester until his entire leg is cut off..."

"Ok?"

The tall young ship doctor obviously didn't understand, he frowned, and shook off Donahue's hand, obviously displeased.

Although the soldering iron can stop the bleeding, there will still be blood oozing out. If you don't bandage it at this time, why wait here to chat?It was simply wasting his time!

Seeing the wound oozing blood again, Joyce's face became even more ugly.

He is obviously a few years older than Donoghue, and he has worked on the ship for seven or eight years. He has dealt with thousands of this kind of knife wounds, and there are hundreds of them. Is it possible that this golden-haired bastard thinks he is better than him? He is strong?

Joyce stared fiercely at Donahue, and was about to yell at him.

Donahue frowned, and was the first to speak out: "There are many tiny organisms left on the used bandages. These tiny organisms can cause the wound to re-infect. fabric!"

"What? A tiny creature?" Joyce and Barnett frowned and looked up at Donahue at the same time.

Tiny creatures—they know it.

More than ten years ago, some people in the Royal Society of the British Empire proposed this concept, but they have never heard that these tiny organisms can reinfect wounds.

"Yes, this is one of the important reasons why the wounded are always re-infected with festering!" Donoghue nodded and grinned.

Raising his hand, he took out a new white cloth bandage from the wooden storage box on the table, and bandaged it for Malken in front of everyone.

Seeing everyone's surprised eyes, Donoghue was not surprised. After dressing up, he took a step back and said with a gentle and calm smile: "These new bandages also need to be boiled, disinfected, and sterilized. Although they are cleaner than the bandages used before , but it is not completely clean, and there will still be tiny organisms adhering to it. To reduce the chance of suppurative infection, it needs to be thoroughly cleaned."

- Drip!

The sharp mechanical sound rang in his ears, and Donohue only saw a milky white transparent 3D virtual screen rising in front of his eyes!

"Rescue a patient infected by a knife wound once, the patient's recovery rate is 2.7%, medical merit +1, total merit value: 1."

At the same time as the sound rang in the ears, a few large golden characters suddenly appeared on the top of the huge flat screen--Federal Military Medical Auxiliary System!

"What the hell is this?" Donoghue jumped violently.