277 Cold Arrows
That day, Sun Sicheng and Ping An had been busy all morning and were just about to return to the courtyard to eat and take a nap.
Guan Ping came over on horseback: "Sicheng, Ping'an, quickly prepare first aid. Four people are injured, two of them are seriously injured. People will come over immediately."
Sun Sicheng hurriedly asked people to prepare.
There are already six emergency rooms in the tent today, but other military doctors dare not take over the more serious injuries, such as laparotomy. However, many military doctors have learned the ordinary suturing technique.
Sun Sicheng, Ping'an and Ruyi put on their outer coats again. Soon, several emergency rooms were ready, and medicinal materials, surgical knives and other items were placed on the tables.
Guan Ping turned sharply.
"Director Guan, who's injured? Why haven't they arrived yet?"
"Sicheng, the grain escort officer of the capital, including an official from the Dali Temple, was investigating the immigration of foreigners. Who knew that something went wrong just a dozen kilometers away from here? There were only three of them, and when they saw there was no hope of escape, they committed suicide.
It should be here by now, how come?" He paused, "Here they are, here they are, Sicheng, they are coming."
Erqiang, Qingshi and others hurried to meet him, and Sun Sicheng also jogged behind Guan Ping.
Sun Hongyu also brought people over.
The carriage stopped and the people in it were carried down by Erqiang and his men.
Ping An was busy directing them to carry the bodies into the various first aid tents, but he did not notice Sun Sicheng's changed color face.
"Jinping, Jinping, wake up."
Zhang Jin was lying flat in the second carriage. Wanli and Xiaowu carried him on a stretcher. One arrow was stuck in his shoulder and the other was stuck in his lower abdomen. The arrow feathers kept shaking as he moved.
"Peace, peace come soon."
Ping'an ran over quickly. He had never seen his master lose his composure like this before, and his voice was a little cracked.
"Master, why is it him?" He recognized the man as Zhang's uncle at a glance.
"Ping An, please perform surgery on him quickly. Save him. You must save him."
Ping An calmed down and said, "Master, I know, Uncle Ming, the person has been taken to the emergency room number two."
Emergency Room No. 2 is basically his exclusive use, while Emergency Room No. 1 belongs to his master. This is basically the default setting of military doctors.
The accompanying doctor trotted behind to explain: "I didn't dare to pull out the arrow casually, for fear of causing heavy bleeding. I just sprinkled some hemostatic medicine on the wound."
Ping An didn't say anything.
You can't say that this treatment was wrong, but it wasn't good either. The arrow in the shoulder could have been pulled out, and if it had been handled properly, there wouldn't have been so much bleeding.
"Ping'an, you take Qingshi, Wu Jun and Lin Feng to treat him well. The injuries in room number one are serious, and I have to go." Sun Sicheng wanted to let his cousin take care of the injured in room number one, but Director Guan held him back. This man was the official who came to investigate the matter, and he couldn't let anything happen as soon as he arrived.
"Master, it's okay, I'll do it." Ping An quickly cut off Zhang Jinping's clothes, leaving him with only a pair of underwear.
"Lin Feng, you cut the arrow feathers, Qing Shi, you prepare the anesthetic, Wu Jun, get my tools ready."
Ping An disinfected the knife he used most often with alcohol. He didn't plan to burn it with fire, as burning the knife tip could stop bleeding but would also hurt the skin.
He is now using acupuncture very well, and the effect of acupuncture in stopping bleeding is very good.
"Master Ping'an, the arrow is not poisonous, but it has a barb." Lin Feng had already broken the arrow feathers.
"As long as it's non-toxic." Ping An quickly inserted silver needles around the two arrowheads. The silver needles were already dipped in anesthetic, which would reduce the pain to the greatest extent.
He was just about to ask Qingshi and the others to lift his head, pry open his jaw and force-feed him anesthetic, but unexpectedly he woke up.
"Peace, are you peaceful?"
Zhang Jinping's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
"Uncle Zhang, I'm safe. Don't worry, I will cure you. Can you hear me?"
Zhang Jinping nodded slightly.
"Uncle Zhang, I'm going to feed you the anesthetic. You have to drink it all, otherwise it will hurt later."
Ping An saw his lips moving and knew that he must be asking his master, "My master has gone to prepare something and will be here soon. Don't worry, Qingshi, come over and lift his head up. I'll feed him the medicine."
A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Jinping fell into a deep sleep.
"Ping An, how are you?"
"Master, why are you here? Is everything alright over there?"
"That's nothing. Your uncle is here, and Doctor Xie is here too."
The man was also hit by two arrows, but the arrows were so precise that one arrow only went through some skin and flesh on the neck and didn't hurt any vital parts at all. The other arrow went through the thigh and he almost became a eunuch, but it was also a close call.
So it was nothing serious, the injury just looked scary and a lot of blood was shed.
In this case, he would definitely come to help Ping An, both for personal and public reasons.
"Master, the anesthetic has taken effect. I will dig out the arrowhead, which has barbs."
If the barbed arrowhead was dug out skillfully, no flesh would be pulled out at all. Ping An used the knife in his hand to the extreme. The blade cut along the arrowhead, and a small amount of blood gushed out, which was quickly wiped away by Sun Sicheng.
In just a quarter of an hour, both arrowheads were dug out.
Ping An was also sweating: "Master, the internal organs in the abdomen must be damaged. This should be the spleen, stomach and small intestine area."
As he was talking, Ping An quickly sewed up the wound on his shoulder: "Master, please apply medicine and bandage here. Also, he has lost a lot of blood, so he will have to drink ginseng soup later, but now it's best for him to put a pill in his mouth."
"Ruyi, get some ginseng slices to make soup, quickly." This ginseng can only be applied by oneself, as it is difficult to find ginseng in the entire military medical department.
Ping An made a large vertical incision. After examination, it was found that the arrow was right between the stomach and the intestine. The edge of the stomach was injured, fortunately not seriously, but the small intestine was broken, with a lot of blood in the cavity, and some debris in the intestine.
Sun Sicheng gave him a piece of old ginseng and asked him to hold it in his mouth, which seemed to have some effect.
An hour later.
After finishing the last stitch safely, he said, "Master, when the servants ask, you can say the injury is more serious. It was very dangerous in the first place, but Uncle Zhang is very lucky."
"I know." Sun Sicheng was rarely angry with Director Guan today. It was obvious that Jin Ping was seriously injured, so why did he pull him towards that man?
"Master, I don't know how many foreigners came in before. Such cold arrows can hurt people very badly. This is the third time this month."
"Ping An, it's hard for the general too. These people are like rats digging holes. It's hard to guard against them."
"Master, I'm worried about you. You're quite famous. You must never be alone in the future."
Sun Sicheng laughed and said, "Your Uncle Ming follows me every day. I'm fine, but you should be careful."
Two people applied medicine to the abdominal wound and bandaged it.
"Master, I think we should bring them to our courtyard. We have added two rooms in the courtyard, which is enough for them to stay in. We can also take care of them at night. It's better than having too many people here."
Sun Sicheng nodded: "I think so too. We will carry the person away as soon as he wakes up."
"Gurgle." Ping An held his stomach, "Master, I'm hungry."
"Be good, let's go out and have someone watch us. We're all going to eat. It's already afternoon."
If Sun Yat-sen were here, he might scold him again. Saving lives is a big deal, but it is indeed not something a child should take on. He is only twelve years old and should sit in a clean academy and study like his own son.
I am indeed a little selfish.
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