The wounded soldiers' camp.
The wounded soldiers who went to the battlefield yesterday all gathered together, lying in their tents and groaning in pain.
As soon as Lu Qiqi and the other doctors approached the wounded soldiers' camp, they smelled a strong stench of blood.
"This is it."
The guards led them to their destination and then turned and left.
Doctors are like tools, moving wherever there are wounded people, opening their medicine boxes and getting busy.
Lu Qiqi, accompanied by several doctors skilled in stitching, entered the tent with the loudest shouts.
Ren Yuan lifted the curtain to make it easier for Lu Qiqi to enter the tent.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, the stench of blood hit us.
Lu Qiqi stepped into the tent without changing her expression. Inside, she saw four narrow beds arranged in a staggered manner.
The doctors were violently stitching up the wounded soldiers around four beds.
Without hallucinogenic drugs for anesthesia, four soldiers had to immobilize the wounded soldier's limbs while the medic stitched him up with a curved needle.
The needle piercing the skin already caused excruciating pain, enough to make one faint, and then this kind of pricking occurred.
Even with wooden sticks stuffed in the mouths of wounded soldiers, one could still hear their extremely sorrowful cries and the creaking of their struggling bodies against the bed.
"Doctors, please stop for a moment."
Lu Qiqi said loudly.
The doctors stopped what they were doing, and the soldiers all turned their attention to her.
Lu Qiqi continued, "If you use brute force to sew up the wound, it can easily cause secondary damage."
As she spoke, she took out a bottle of hallucinogenic drugs from her medicine box and handed it to Ren Yuan.
"Just a little bit of this medicine applied is enough to have an anesthetic effect."
Ren Yuan took the bottle and distributed it to the doctors at the East Gate.
This stuff was given to every doctor in the camp, simply because they had just gone through a major battle.
Now that a battle has broken out at the East Gate, the doctors who came to provide support naturally brought hallucinogenic drugs with them.
The older doctor put down the curved needle in his hand and wiped his bloodied hands on the long-unrecognizable cloth covering his body.
Then, he stepped forward and bowed to Lu Qiqi, saying, "Greetings, Township Head. Thank you for your generosity in providing the medicine."
I am Duan Heng, a disciple of Imperial Physician Ren, and I am temporarily in charge of the wounded soldiers' camp at the East Gate.
After introducing himself, Duan Heng proposed, "We are not skilled enough in the art of suturing, so we would like to ask the village head to perform the suturing."
The doctors at the East Gate are all at the command of the village head.
Lu Qiqi thought that even the doctors in the main camp had not yet mastered the use of curved needles, let alone the doctors at the East Gate.
She said, "Those with serious injuries agree to have stitches arranged. For those with minor injuries, Dr. Duan will lead a team to perform the stitches. Remember to apply medicine before stitching to avoid secondary strain that could cause the wound to tear."
Doctor Duan kept her words in mind and took the doctor who had stitched up the wounded soldier earlier, as well as the soldiers who had pressed down on the wounded soldier so he could not move, and all of them out.
After the group left, it became easier to breathe inside the tent, so that there weren't more than a dozen people crammed in there fighting for oxygen.
"Let's get started."
After Lu Qiqi finished giving her instructions, Ren Yuan and Doctor Huang immediately went forward to treat the wounded soldier lying on the bed.
She then walked around the tent, checking on the wounded soldiers lying in bed and the condition of their wounds.
As she expected, the forceful stitching caused the wound to tear due to improper pressure.
One of the soldiers had a severe laceration, so Lu Qiqi opened her medical kit, put on gloves, and personally stitched up the wounded soldier.
The wound was on the thigh, and the cut was extremely ruthless, causing the flesh on the wounded soldier's thigh to turn outwards.
According to her estimation, the wound was at least three fingers deep.
The wound had been tied with a rope to stop the bleeding, but the surrounding area was now covered in bluish-purple discoloration, indicating significant blood loss and insufficient blood supply.
While stitching up the wounded soldier's wounds, Lu Qiqi instructed Dr. Zhao, who was assisting her, "I have a bamboo jar in my box. Give him a couple of sips of water first."
To prevent the person from dying from excessive blood loss before the stitches are even finished.
"good."
New wounds are easier to suture than old wounds. The wounded soldiers who were treated in the camp had more or less necrotic tissue on their bodies, which needed to be cleaned up before suturing could be performed.
This saves a lot of trouble.
"Apply Panax notoginseng powder to him," Lu Qiqi instructed.
Doctor Zhao hesitated for a moment, "Chief, there's not much Panax notoginseng powder left."
Lu Qiqi glanced at the medicine box; they had dug up Panax notoginseng from the old forest and used quite a bit of it in the camp.
The wound is almost empty, so we need to take hemostatic medication.
She said, "Let's apply it to him first."
Doctor Zhao sighed almost imperceptibly, then lowered his head and did as instructed, applying Panax notoginseng powder to the wounded soldier.
After a busy day, it was almost lunchtime when Dr. Duan remembered and led them to line up for their meals.
To take care of the doctors in the camp, Doctor Duan placed himself last in line.
Lu Qiqi and the others were naturally waiting for him to find a place together.
The wounded soldiers' camp at the East Gate was not as large as the main camp, so Doctor Duan naturally did not have a separate tent.
They could only take Lu Qiqi and the others to the stone where the doctors at the East Gate often sat to eat.
Duan Heng wanted to apologize to Lu Qiqi, but she walked straight to the rock, took out a piece of cloth from her pocket, and sat down on it.
Although they weren't sitting on the ground, Lu Qiqi's unpretentious nature made him admire this highly skilled medical girl even more.
Lu Qiqi didn't care what Duan Heng was thinking. What she cared about more at the moment was that the pancake was too hard, and her jaw was aching from chewing it.
After finishing her meal, Lu Qiqi was about to head towards the wounded soldiers' camp when she saw Song Yanqing's back.
So she quickly put down the empty bowl, ran behind Song Yanqing, and shouted, "Song...Young Master."
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