Chapter 2184 Medical Account
Bai Shan followed the first group of wounded soldiers down. As soon as he got off his horse, he went to wash his hands. Then he took out three robes from somewhere and gave one to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan, and then put one on himself.
He rolled up his sleeves and went to look for Manbao.
Manbao was standing in front of a built wooden bed, cutting clothes off a person. When he saw him coming, he said, "Come and help me. Liru, go treat a patient yourself."
Seeing that she was a little panicked, knowing that she had never treated a patient before and would probably be nervous, he said, "Take care of the less seriously injured ones first, and leave the others to me and the military doctor."
The military doctor's medical skills may not be as good as Zhou Liru's, but he has rich experience. No matter how good his medical skills are, he is calm and his hands are not shaking. He stops the bleeding when necessary and prescribes medicine when necessary, and he does it in an orderly manner, although the means of stopping the bleeding are not very sophisticated and the prescriptions he prescribes are not very good.
But the latter had a prescription written in advance by Manbao, and the former, the wounded who were sent here at this time, had their arms or legs chopped off, and some had injuries on their backs and stomachs. One of them was chopped on the neck, and the knife was a little off, most of it on the shoulder, but he was almost dead when he was sent here.
So at this time, it doesn’t matter how advanced the medical skills are. What matters is speed, stopping the bleeding quickly, and saving the patient’s life first before doing anything else.
Manbao pressed the wound on her neck and stopped halfway through the bleeding. She paused, looked up and said to Bai Shan, "No need."
Then he turned to the old soldier who was listening to his orders and said, "Next, bring up the one who was hit in the stomach."
The veteran suggested, "Sir, let's treat the less seriously injured first. Although they will send those who survive down, we have to make choices. These...are usually treated last."
That's right, military doctors usually choose to start treating those with moderate symptoms, and then those with minor injuries. On the contrary, if a seriously injured person can survive long enough to be saved, he will be saved.
Because serious injuries mean a high probability of death, they will give the hope of survival to those with moderate and minor injuries first.
Man Bao said, "Their survival rate is very high here. Those with minor injuries will be sent to Zhou Liru."
Bai Shan said to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan who were standing nearby, "Go and help Li Ru."
Bai Erlang had some knowledge of medical theory, and he could still find the medicine Zhou Liru needed. However, Liu Huan was basically at a loss, and could only hold something down when she asked him to, or hand over a pair of scissors when she asked him to.
The old soldier who was following orders in the medical tent had no choice but to lift the man with a cut in the stomach and put him on the wooden board.
There were three wooden boards in the medical tent, all piled high with stones, and then the wooden boards were placed on top, neither too high nor too low, just convenient for their movements.
There was a cut on his stomach and part of his intestines were spilling out.
Because there are so many injured people and more will definitely be sent in later, we can't be as particular here as we are in the capital.
Manbao frowned, but did not make any further requests. Teacher Mo had once given two lessons on the psychological adjustment of doctors during war.
She remembered what he said at the time vividly: "As a doctor, you must know how to adjust yourself in a timely manner and give up some things in specific circumstances in order to maximize your benefits."
Now is not the time to be particular. At least for now, the medical staff of the Liangzhou Army is not capable of meeting her requirements.
Manbao picked up the scissors and quickly cut open his clothes. Bai Shan threw the clothes aside and turned to get some hot water...
Manbao threw the cut intestines into a wooden barrel beside him, carefully stuffed the processed intestines back into his stomach, then took the needle that Bai Shan had strung and quickly sewed them up.
After she finished sewing, Bai Shan began to apply medicine and bandage the hands. Man Bao watched for a while, and after making sure that he could do it independently, he pulled out the needles from the patient and turned to see the military doctor's patient on another wooden bed.
The military doctor had just treated a minor injury and bandaged the patient and sent him away when a patient was brought in with a serious thigh injury. The doctor took out a saw and was about to saw off the leg.
Man Bao couldn't help but stop him when he saw it. After checking it, he said, "The legs can be kept."
"No, it won't work. Not to mention that it will be difficult to heal later, even now, if we don't saw off his leg, he won't live long without stopping the bleeding."
As Manbao gave him an injection to stop the bleeding, he asked, "How are you going to stop the bleeding after the sawing?"
"Fire."
Manbao frowned. It wasn't that this method wasn't effective, but it wasn't very effective. She said, "There's also the risk of rotting after the leg is sawed off, and the survival rate isn't high."
"I know," said the military doctor, who had amputated countless legs in the past four or five years. "But it's better than saving the legs. If you amputate the legs, at least two out of ten will survive. If you don't amputate the legs, not even half of the ten will survive."
Manbao said: "I can stop the bleeding. I'll save his leg first. If he shows no signs of survival after three days, I'll amputate him."
The military doctor knew she was talking about the leg, but the veteran beside her didn't. He was horrified and asked, "You want to saw off the leg when the person is already dead?"
The military doctor waved his hand and said, "Go away, we are talking about the leg, not the person. Hurry up and boil the medicine. You are boiling the medicine too slowly."
The old soldier felt wronged. "All the stoves and pots are used. I can watch over ten pots by myself, but I still need a pot."
The army pots aren't very big, and one pot can only boil medicine for five people at most. He has done his best, okay?
Manbao had already begun to treat the wound on her thigh and soon began to sew it up. Seeing the military doctor's sharp eyes, she began to explain while she sewed...
Zhou Liru's speed is slower, but fortunately, the injuries sent to her are relatively minor, but they will be dragged off the battlefield. No matter how minor the injuries are, they are not that minor. Basically, only those who have completely lost their combat effectiveness will be dragged off.
For example, if the wound is not in a vital part and the bleeding is not severe, it basically does not meet the standards for leaving the battlefield.
It was her first time taking care of a patient on her own, and she was a little nervous. Bai Erlang handed her the scissors and cleaned the wound while muttering, "Can you do this? This piece of flesh is dead, why don't you cut it off?"
Seeing her forehead sweating, Liu Huan wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief and said to Bai Erlang, "Shut up! Can you say less?"
Zhou Liru was completely focused, ignoring the two of them. He removed the damaged flesh from the injured patient and began to sew him up...
Human flesh and pig meat are very different. Zhou Liru took several injections before he found the feeling. As his mind gradually calmed down, his movements became much smoother, and he gradually got into the groove...
Man Bao had just finished treating the patient with a thigh injury when two soldiers came running in with a stretcher, shouting, "This is our soldier. He fell off his horse..."
Manbao turned around to look, and after just one glance he said, "Put him on the bed. Was he trampled by a horse? Are there any other injuries on his body?"
The military doctor took a look and said, "It's no use..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the stretcher closed his eyes.
Manbao reached out and touched the other person's neck, and found that he was indeed incapable of doing so.
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