Chapter 18: Will I get some merit if I save one person?
At this time!
Zhao Feng took a quick look and his expression changed slightly, with a look of surprise.
"Military doctor, don't you use hardening and sterilizing these blades with strong liquor?"
Zhao Feng asked in surprise when he saw the military doctor beside him holding a knife and about to cut open the skin and flesh of a warrior who had been pierced by an arrow to remove the arrow.
The wound I got from the arrow just now was not too serious, so I didn't have to use a knife to cut the flesh.
"What's the quenching and disinfection? What's the strong alcohol disinfection?"
The military doctor standing by was surprised when he heard what Zhao Feng said.
"ah?"
When Zhao Feng heard the military doctor's question, he was stunned.
This simplest medical knowledge is understood by children in later generations.
Military doctors of this era don't understand? "Strong liquor is for drinking. It won't hurt as much when you're drunk."
"As for using quenching to disinfect, that's even more nonsense. What's the purpose?"
"You have just recovered, so take a good rest." The military doctor said. He was a little displeased that Zhao Feng questioned his medical skills.
"Brother Zhao."
"This military doctor is a well-known genius doctor in our army. His name is Master Chen, and his medical skills were inherited from a great doctor."
"It was thanks to the presence of Military Doctor Chen that many of our wounded soldiers in Lantian Camp were able to escape from the gates of hell."
A soldier sitting next to Zhao Feng whispered.
Judging from their attire, they are not logistics troops, but real elite soldiers.
But now the news has spread in the army, and many elite soldiers naturally know that Zhao Feng killed Bao Yuan with great force.
"He can't even do disinfection. This miracle doctor is not real."
"Or maybe people in this era don't even know the concept of disinfection. No wonder so many people in the military camp have contracted tetanus. Without disinfection, it would be strange if they didn't get infected." Zhao Feng thought to himself.
"Brother, what is the survival rate of the wounded battalion?" Zhao Feng asked the sharp soldiers around him.
"What is survival rate?" the sharp warrior asked in confusion.
"Uh." Zhao Feng was stunned. His words seemed to be a little ahead of his time. After thinking for a moment, he said, "If ten people enter the wounded camp, how many people can survive?"
"It all depends on God. If you don't get the seven-day wind and the bleeding doesn't stop, then you have a good chance of surviving. But if you get the seven-day wind, you're definitely going to die. Of course, if you injure your internal organs and can't stop the bleeding, you're also going to die."
"Minor injuries don't count, but for those who are seriously injured in the internal organs, if one out of ten can survive, it's considered good. If a genius doctor like Military Doctor Chen personally treats the injury, the chance of survival can be increased by several percent." Rui Shi thought for a moment and replied.
"Brother, you know a lot." Zhao Feng said.
"well."
"I've been in the wounded camp several times. God bless me and I haven't been taken back to the gates of hell." Rui Shi sighed and said with a wry smile.
"Are we going to watch them get infected with the Seven Day Wind and die?"
Zhao Feng felt a little bit sorry for the wailing soldiers in the wounded camp.
If he didn't know these, Zhao Feng might not have any psychological pressure, but he knew the consequences of not disinfecting.
"Now I am a Qin soldier. Although I am a logistics soldier, I am also a soldier. If I watch my brothers die, I can't do it."
Think of this.
Zhao Feng made the decision.
He slowly stood up from the couch.
Walked towards Doctor Chen who was not far away.
"Military Doctor Chen."
"I know that you learned from a great master and have extraordinary medical skills."
"But since it concerns the lives of my fellow soldiers, I must make a few suggestions." Zhao Feng said seriously.
"you say."
Master Chen also stopped and looked at Zhao Feng suspiciously.
"First, the knife used to cut flesh must be sterilized with a fierce fire, so that the filthy Seven Days Wind poison on it can be burned away. After a knife has been used to treat a soldier, it must be cleaned immediately and then burned away with a fierce fire, so as to avoid mutual infection with the Seven Days Wind."
"The second method is to rinse the wound with strong liquor, which can also clear the poison of the Seven Days Wind."
"If we follow my approach, the chances of survival for the soldiers in the army can be increased by at least 30%."
"Of course, the liquor nowadays can't be considered real liquor, so just use it if you can." Zhao Feng said seriously.
Master Chen pondered for a moment, then stared at Zhao Feng and asked, "Are you proficient in medicine?"
"I can't say I'm proficient in it, but my mother is an excellent doctor, and I've learned a little about it since I was young." Zhao Feng replied.
"I've never heard of you using fire to quench the knife and strong liquor to clean the wound. If I really try to treat it this way, if something goes wrong, not only will I be blamed, but you will be blamed too."
"Are you sure you want me to do it this way?" Master Chen asked seriously.
Zhao Feng glanced at his comrades who were wailing around him, some of whom were even dying.
"If the method I mentioned is useful, it can save countless comrades. If there is any accident, I will take full responsibility." Zhao Feng replied firmly.
See this statement.
A hint of admiration also flashed in Master Chen's eyes.
"Someone come."
"Prepare fire and strong liquor." Master Chen immediately ordered his men to prepare.
After a while.
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One of his men brought up a brazier, and there was some liquor on the side.
"You decide what to do, and I will treat the wounded." Master Chen looked at Zhao Feng.
"I'll do it."
Zhao Feng directly took the knife from Master Chen's hand.
First, place the knife over the fire and roast it until it is almost roasted.
Zhao Feng walked up to the seriously injured and unconscious soldier in front of him.
"God bless you."
Having learned basic medical skills, this kind of arrow removal was naturally simple, but Zhao Feng was still a little nervous when he did it for the first time.
After a moment of calm.
Looking at the arrow that had penetrated deep into his flesh, Zhao Feng took action.
He poured strong liquor on the wound, then picked up a knife and cut open the flesh and took out the arrow. As the arrow head was taken out, blood flowed out uncontrollably.
"sewing."
Zhao Feng shouted immediately.
"What needlework?" Master Chen asked in surprise.
"Suture the wound." Zhao Feng said without even turning his head.
But as soon as the words fell.
Zhao Feng turned his head abruptly: "Don't wounded soldiers need to be sutured?"
"After taking out the arrow, we apply hemostatic medicine. What's the point of suturing?" Mr. Chen looked surprised.
“No wonder the survival rate is so low.”
"The medical skills of this era are really not good enough."
"No, it seems that suturing technology only appeared in the Western Han Dynasty. It is not available in this era." Zhao Feng thought to himself for a moment.
Then he fumbled in his arms for a moment, actually taking out needle and thread from the panel space.
Under Master Chen's surprised gaze.
Zhao Feng sutured the wound of the wounded soldier with needle and thread.
After the suture, the bleeding stopped greatly. Zhao Feng immediately took out the hemostatic medicine from the side and applied it.
As Zhao Feng’s first treatment was completed.
A prompt suddenly appeared on the panel: "Rescue one person and gain 1 merit point."
"Is saving people a merit?"
Zhao Feng was a little stunned when he saw this prompt that suddenly appeared. This was something he had not expected.
"What's the use of this merit?" Zhao Feng asked again immediately.
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