Chapter 23 Treating the Wounded
Now that Chen Yu was fine, Xu Zhao could finally calm down.
Just now, when she stood at the gate of the military camp and saw so many soldiers being carried back, her heart was in turmoil and she didn't even dare to blink, for fear that if she blinked, she would see the bloody Shen Yu being carried into the military camp when she opened her eyes again.
Although Uncle Zhou had said during the previous tour of the museum that Chen Yu was the God of War of the Moon Kingdom, the God of War was also a human being and would get injured on the battlefield. Moreover, his title of God of War must have been accumulated through repeated battles, and it was conceivable that it must have been very difficult.
Xu Zhao asked a young errand boy to go to the kitchen to get some liquor.
"Miss, where did the strong liquor come from in the barracks?" If it was liquor, there might be some, "In the past, there were cases where people in the barracks were delayed because of strong liquor. Since the prince came, strong liquor is not allowed in the barracks."
Xu Zhao frowned, she was confused because of her concern.
"Don't worry, Miss Xu. Although the prince was slightly injured, his life is not in danger. The prince will come back with the army and should be able to return to the camp by dark."
The injured soldier looked up at Xu Zhao, who was sprinkling medicine and bandaging him, with gratitude in his eyes. Thinking that she was so worried about the prince, he told her about what happened in the past.
Although this girl was wearing cook's clothes and it was said that she often went to the kitchen to help cook for the soldiers, no one in the barracks regarded her as a cook.
Everyone in the entire military camp knew that the prince had a close relationship with this girl, and no one dared to neglect her. Besides, Miss Xu was kind to others and her cooking was delicious.
The prince will have to return to Beijing sooner or later, and everyone is wondering whether Miss Xu will go back with him and become the princess.
Of course, this is just a private discussion and naturally cannot be known by the two parties involved.
"Then get the strongest, most potent liquor you can find in the barracks. Also, get some hot water and boil all these hand towels in boiling water. Boil them for at least an incense stick before serving them."
With so many wounded people, there is a high probability of cross contamination if disinfection is not done properly. However, there was neither alcohol nor iodine in this era, so we thought of using high-concentration liquor, but we couldn't find it here either, so we had to settle for the next best thing.
Fortunately, there is no HIV in this era, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
In addition, the towels used to wipe wounds must also be sterilized at high temperature. Unfortunately, the temperature here cannot reach the 121°C required for high-temperature sterilization, so the boiling time can only be extended.
Xu Zhao has a family background in medicine. Her mother is a doctor, and she learned simple wound treatment from her mother.
In the study at home, half of the books are her father's various history books, and the other half are her mother's medical skills. She has been influenced by them since she was a child, and she would flip through the books in the study whenever she has free time. She has some theoretical knowledge in her mind.
After giving instructions to the errand boy doctor, Xu Zhao helped the military doctor treat the wound.
Her skillful and calm bandaging was recognized by all the doctors.
"I didn't expect Miss Xu to be such a brave and careful girl," said an old doctor, stroking the moustache at the corner of his mouth.
Several soldiers were seriously injured, some even to the point of exposing bones. If it were an ordinary woman, she would have fainted from fright. Those with a stronger will would probably have been shaking uncontrollably. In contrast, Miss Xu cleaned the wounds in an orderly manner without showing any panic at all.
"Doctors, after cleaning a wounded person, you must wash off the blood on your hands and then rinse your entire hands with this wine."
The young doctor who received Xu Zhao's instructions acted quickly and quickly gathered all the cooks in the kitchen to do as Xu Zhao said.
Even though they didn't know what the purpose of her arrangement was, given the special relationship between Miss Xu and the prince, it seemed likely that even if the prince were here, he would definitely let them do as she said.
"What does Miss Xu mean by this? You have to clean the blood off your hands and wash them with wine. This time is completely wasted."
With this much time, I estimate that several people can come.
"I have my reasons for doing this, and I will explain it to you while I am doing it."
As soon as Xu Zhao finished bandaging a wounded soldier, she had someone bring a basin of warm water. She washed her hands quickly, trying to wash them as cleanly as possible.
"In fact, the dirtiest part of a person's body is blood. If a person has a blood disease or the disease is transmitted through blood, then as doctors, you are likely to infect a healthy patient with the disease."
"So, when we come into contact with different patients, our hands need to be cleaned and disinfected to reduce the risk of making the next patient sick."
After washing his hands, Xu Zhao rubbed them with wine. It was a pity that there were no medical gloves in this era. Fortunately, the wine maker was not very well educated, otherwise the skin on his hands would probably have peeled off.
Thinking of this, Xu Zhao suggested to others, "When treating patients, doctors should wear gloves. Hmm... you can try using sheep intestines. This way you can protect yourself and it will be easier to clean."
Xu Zhao simply disinfected himself and then applied medicine and bandage to the next person.
Everyone has a clear division of labor and efficiency has improved.
After listening to Xu Zhao's words, some people were still confused. They wanted to do everything according to their own ideas. If everyone did so, the time wasted would be enough for him to injure another soldier. They would feel bad about it.
Among them are some experienced old doctors who think this approach is not feasible.
One of them shouted angrily, "This is just nonsense. Don't think that you can interrupt us from treating patients just because you can help with bandaging!"
"I believe in the abilities of all the doctors, but think carefully about the past. Many wounded patients had persistent high fevers after treatment."
The infection rate of exposed wounds is very high, and fever is likely caused by bacteria invading the exposed wounds.
If the doctor is dirty, it will increase the risk of infection.
"Have some people ever died because of a persistent high fever?"
Once the wound infection becomes serious, it is likely to cause bacteremia and later develop into sepsis. In this era when traditional Chinese medicine is popular but there are no antibiotics, this is a terminal illness.
The sensible doctor listened to Xu Zhao's words and immediately washed his hands according to her instructions. "Miss Xu, if we do this, will the fever of these wounded people continue to rise?"
You know, after every war, there are heavy casualties. Every soldier lying here is a citizen of the Moon Kingdom. They fought in the battlefield for the Moon Kingdom, so naturally, doctors like them have to protect them.
As doctors, their responsibility is to save lives. If they can really reduce the number of deaths, it would be a good deed.
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