In a short while, Ren Yuan and three doctors carried the bed boards and entered the tent in order.
The ordinary bed was too low to reach the height that Lu Qiqi had indicated, so Imperial Physician Ren had someone find a wooden board to raise it so that Lu Qiqi could use it more easily.
The narrow bed was finally assembled, and Lu Qiqi handed a carving knife to Doctor Luo. "With Doctor Luo's medical skills, it's a waste of your talents to be my assistant. Why don't you use this knife to treat the wounded soldiers?"
Doctor Luo took the carving knife, glanced at the tip, and said calmly, "It's hard to say if this is a waste of your talent. I am indeed not as good as you in this area."
Lu Qiqi naturally understood his modesty and smiled gently.
Then, turning his head, he said, "Imperial Physician Ren, could you arrange for the wounded soldiers who have undergone surgery to be carried to another location? Or could you arrange a separate tent for us to minimize the risk of infection and inflammation?"
Imperial Physician Ren glanced down at the wounded soldiers lying on the ground. "Rearranging the camps is probably not an option today."
How about this: the village chief of Kangle Township will make do here for today, and the healed soldiers can be carried out of the tent and made to other places.
"How about I have a tent set up tomorrow specifically for wounded soldiers to have surgery and stitches?"
There was no other way at the moment, so Lu Qiqi nodded. "Alright, let's arrange it this way for today. I'll trouble Physician Ren to prepare all the necessary medicines and bandages, and also find two doctors to assist me."
"Alright, alright." Physician Ren agreed repeatedly, and without thinking, he said two names, "Let Ren Yuan and Doctor Zhao assist you. If there's anything, just tell them what to do, Township Head."
Thank you.
After saying that, Lu Qiqi directed Li Changlong and Zhou Yi to move a wounded soldier onto the bed.
Naturally, Lu Qiqi didn't need to do the undressing herself; Ren Yuan and Doctor Zhao quickly stripped the wounded soldier of his upper garment.
The wound was immediately visible; the wounded soldier's vital spot was two inches below his shoulder, where he had been wounded by an arrow.
Fortunately, it was still an inch away from the heart, otherwise his life would have been in danger.
The arrowhead has been removed, and the wound is festering and bleeding, looking like a bloody mess.
The wounded soldier was moved a few times, which aggravated his wounds. He was sweating profusely from the pain and gasping for breath.
Lu Qiqi looked down at his face, which was covered in soot, making it impossible to discern any emotion.
Unlike knife wounds, arrow wounds require the removal of all the rotten flesh, disinfection, and stitches.
She then applied more hallucinogenic drugs around the wound to prevent the person lying in bed from being disturbed by the pain and discomfort, which would distract her from making the incision.
It can also prevent secondary damage when removing rotten flesh, since the wound is located too close to the heart.
Before cutting, Lu Qiqi told Ren Yuan and Doctor Zhao the names of the instruments needed so that they could be handed to her in time during the surgery.
During the surgery, Lu Qiqi's voice could be heard throughout the tent.
"Ren Yuan, get the scissors."
"Ren Yuan, catch the rotten flesh."
"Ren Yuan, get some alcohol to disinfect it."
"Ren Yuan, bandage the wound."
Lu Qiqi kept calling for Ren Yuan the whole time, and Doctor Zhao could only help wipe away the blood.
During this time, he even got glared at and warned by Lu Qiqi for obstructing her stitching.
He was immediately at a loss for what to do.
After Lu Qiqi finished stitching, she put the needle holder and curved needle into a wooden tray next to her, her gloves covered in blood.
She said, "Second brother, fill a tub with water and find a wooden basin to place next to me so I can wash my hands."
"Go get a basin of hot water on Monday to wash the things you use for stitching."
After giving her instructions, Lu Qiqi walked to the side and plopped down on the straw mat.
Removing necrotic tissue and stitching are delicate tasks; she had been squatting on the ground for over an hour performing the surgery.
I've been standing in the same position for half an hour now, and I'm already getting a little tired.
Li Changlong and Zhou Yi quickly prepared everything. After Lu Qiqi washed her hands, she asked them to disinfect the utensils before preparing for the next round.
Lu Qiqi held the carving knife in her hand, looked up at Doctor Zhao, and asked, "What's your name?"
Doctor Zhao: "..."
The township head of Kang Le Township had never asked him to do any work; it turned out he had forgotten his name.
So he quickly replied, "My surname is Zhao Jugang."
"I understand, Dr. Zhao."
As they were talking, several unfamiliar faces appeared in the tent, each carrying a medicine box on their shoulder.
Lu Qiqi guessed that these people were probably doctors who came to observe.
As she made the cut, Lu Qiqi noticed that her attention had slightly waned.
She held the carving knife in her hand and traced lines on the wounded soldier's skin, casually asking, "Is Doctor Zhao married?"
Upon hearing this, Doctor Zhao was immediately dumbfounded. He already had several gray hairs, and judging from his age and appearance, he didn't look like a man who had never married.
Besides, why would the head of Kang Le Township suddenly ask this?
Dr. Zhao turned his pleading gaze to Ren Yuan.
The two stared at each other for a moment, and Ren Yuan still couldn't figure out what Lu Qiqi meant.
Just as they were wondering what to say, Lu Qiqi realized that she hadn't received a response, so she said, "I'll ask whatever I want, and you can answer whatever you want."
It doesn't matter if it's true or false, I just want to improve my focus.
I see.
The two then understood, and Doctor Zhao, no longer burdened, said, "I am already married."
The doctors watching Lu Qiqi's surgery and stitching stood aside, admiring her skillful hands while listening to her ask some strange questions.
By the end of the morning, Dr. Zhao had clearly explained everything, including his mother's age and how many chickens they kept in the house.
However, Lu Qiqi's question wasn't a secret, so Doctor Zhao answered without any burden.
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