Chapter 77

Ten doctors in the military medical department have been busy for a long time, but many people still die every day because of insufficient treatment. Therefore, many of them are carried in and out.

Xie Shi looked at the wounded on the ground, sighed deeply, and squatted down towards a soldier who was injured by an arrow. This kind of injury is the most lethal.

Now the weather is hot, sometimes he tried his best to stop the blood for the soldiers, but in a few days, if the wound festers, he will never be able to recover.

Many soldiers have been killed these days, so he is cautious.

"Wait a minute. Did you clean the wound?" Just as he was about to draw the arrow, a clear female voice stopped him.

Xie Shi looks back, a young and beautiful woman is standing behind him, frowning at him.

Zhuang Qing went to the soldier, looked at his face, got up and said to Xie shis, "first, spread the golden sore medicine around the wound, pull out the arrow, and then boil the purslane dandelion into a medicinal solution and drink it. The rest is used to clean the wound."

"are you?" Xie shis frowned. He was the head of the military doctor, and no one dared to tell his hands when he was practicing medicine.

Zhuang Qing saw his dissatisfaction in his eyes, but now it is important to save people, he said respectfully, "military doctor Hai Han, I have also learned medicine and know some medical skills. Just now I can't help but play tricks in front of you."

Xie Shi accepted her gift, thought that Zhuang Qing's words just now were reasonable, then asked, "sprinkle the golden sore medicine first, I can understand that it can stop bleeding in time, what's the reason for washing the wound with purslane dandelion?"

Zhuang Qing wanted to use the simplest words to say, "purslane teeth and dandelion can prevent the wound from festering. After the wound gets better, you can rest."

Xie shis thought about the effect of the medicine, and suddenly realized, but this method of medication is unheard of, but try it is better than watching these soldiers die.

After thinking about it, he immediately sent someone to boil the two kinds of medicine. He squatted down and said that the golden sore medicine was spread around the wound. He put a handkerchief in the soldier's mouth. His hand was along the edge of the arrow. After a fierce pull, the arrow was thrown aside.

The soldier's chest blood spurt to pay, Xie Shi took the side of the wound, poured it on the wound, and then pressed the wound with cloth until the blood stopped completely. He was sweating.

Next to the medicine has been cooked, Xie Shi handed over to the soldier to drink, the wound was completely stopped by the medicine, and then the wound was washed with the cool medicine.

He was about to bandage Zhuang Qing and stopped him. Xie Shi was puzzled and looked at him. Zhuang Qing asked, "you have been in the army for so many years. Which season is the wound easier to fester in hot weather than in cold weather?"

"Hot weather, of course." Xie Shi cold hum a, this is the common sense of practicing medicine, why ask more.

Zhuang Qing nodded and said, "the weather is already hot. Wouldn't it be more heated if you add another layer to it?"

Xie Shi a listen to strange way, "the wound always needs to bandage, difficult not achievement let it be so?"

"The wound has been stopped bleeding and cleaned. As long as it is prevented from festering, there will be no big problem." Zhuang Qing said and returned to the respectful attitude, "as for how to do or see your consideration."

Xie shis thought about it carefully and threw the gauze aside.

"Girl, who did you learn from? Xie is unheard of. " Xie Shi felt that although the woman's words were quite reasonable, they were different from the common methods of diagnosis and treatment, which were quite novel.

Zhuang Qing said with a smile, "I didn't learn from my teacher. It was taught by my father who died early. As for where he learned, I don't know."

Xie Shi sighed with regret, and then looked at Zhuang Qing in doubt. He said, "how can a girl be in this barracks? The barracks can't go in without permission."

"How can I enter the barracks without permission?" Zhuang Qing laughed and saluted, "please call me Zhuang Qing."

Xie Shi thinks for a while, the complexion is suddenly ugly, Zhuang Qing is dumb, it seems that her reputation in this military camp is not good.

Xie Shi takes a look at Zhuang Qing. A few days ago, he heard that his highness had brought back a woman who was used to bewitching her. She was fascinated by all kinds of meat and vegetables, but

Xie Shi frowned. In front of her, the woman's face was pretty and her behavior was calm and generous, which was far from the foxy woman in the military camp legend.

When he thought about it, he thought that the rumor was ridiculous.

"Miss Zhuang, since you are quite good at medical skills, why don't you stay and help me? You can see that there are too many wounded here."

It happened that Zhuang was pleased to see that she didn't agree with him.

It's very hard to help people heal, but Zhuang Qing didn't refuse. Xie Shi looked at her with more satisfaction and pointed to the wounded under another shed, "then the wounded soldiers there will be working girls."

"We should try our best to cure them." Zhuang Qing then went to another shed. When he started, he realized that he was too reluctant and the wound on his palm was still bandaged.

Zhuang Qing stood in the same place and thought a little. He squatted down with a smile. Fortunately, the injured hand and fingers were OK. As long as he didn't exert too much force, he would be OK.But obviously, she thought too naive. Whether it was pulling arrows or helping to move the wounded, dressing the wound was gravity. So when several wounded soldiers came down, the wound that she had begun to heal had already seeped out of blood.

Zhuang Qing sighed. He didn't even have time to change his dressing. He went to treat another wounded person.

The wounded man's leg was gone, and the blood at the broken leg of his thigh had stopped. He was sober, but with a look of despair on his face. Zhuang Qing took the medicine and walked over.

"Uncle, drink the medicine." Zhuang Qing squatted down and handed over the medicine.

The wounded man's eyes moved, but his hands did not, ignoring her.

"If you don't take the medicine, the wound will fester, and it will be difficult for the gods to save them." Zhuang Qing looked at him, his tone was a little urgent. There were so many wounded people in the back, so she didn't waste much time.

She put the medicine bowl to his mouth and planned to feed it directly. The wounded man suddenly knocked the medicine bowl over with a wave of his hand and roared, "I won't drink it! Go away

Zhuang Qing's injured hand was unstable with the medicine. When he pushed it, the hot medicine came straight to her. At this time, a force pulled her back and the medicine fell to the ground.

Zhuang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and looked back. It was Miao Qing's face which implied anger.

"You shouldn't come back if you don't want to live!" Miao Qing stood in front of Zhuang Qing and looked down at the wounded soldier. "You've lost a leg. Brothers took their lives to rescue you. Are you so bad?"

Hearing this, the wounded soldier's expression was awe inspiring, but he cried bitterly. Zhuang Qing sighed and put a bowl of medicine beside him. Then he turned and looked at Miao Qing.

His arm was injured by the sword, and the blood was not flowing. Zhuang Qing quickly gave him hemostatic medicine and said, "thank you just now."

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