San Lang and Mu Fushu were not in a good mood, and after the two rested for a while, Mu Fushu still couldn't help it and walked to the injured tent. I saw two soldiers squatting on the ground, one holding an inkstone in his hand, and the other holding a pen and ink to record.

San Lang said in a low voice: "It's to count the names and record the last words, and the dead family can get five taels of silver." ”

Five taels of silver! Mu Fushu had mixed feelings in his heart. Five taels of silver can buy dozens of catties of rice now, and this human life is worth dozens of catties of rice!

She slowly squatted down, and the wounded soldier who was being spoken in front of her was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish look on his face, and there was no look on his face at all. One of his arms was broken, his bones were exposed, and his blood was still flowing. His face was pale and his speech was weak.

Mu Fu pushed the person who was recording violently, reached out and took out a strip of flat cloth from his "arms", tied the wound near the heart of the person tightly, and then tore the clothes at the broken bones of his arm, looked at the broken bones carefully, and said in a low voice: "I want to debride you and then graft the bones, there is no numbness, can you hold back?" ”

The wounded soldier's godless eyes gradually condensed, and he looked at Mu Fushu and said, "I...... Will it survive? ”

"I will survive, my arms will be fine, and at worst, I will not be able to do heavy work."

His eyes lit up: "Okay, I'm not afraid of pain, as long as I can live." ”

Mu Fushu gritted his teeth and said to San Lang: "I want a tent that can be covered." ”

Saburo turned around and shouted, "I'm going to set up a tent and treat the wounded." ”

There were soldiers who had not been on the battlefield and gradually gathered around, and those who ran to help each other came together. A quarter of an hour later, a small tent was erected.

Mu Fushu looked at this tent, his eyes were a little wet. It was obviously a shed made of blankets and unknown fabrics, and it could accommodate two or three people who were bent over.

Everyone carried the wounded man in, and Mu Fushu left San Lang to help. The wounded soldier looked at Mu Fushu with a look of hope, and she smiled back: "Just in case you are afraid, I will blindfold you, and don't tell anyone how I saved you when I go out, can I do it?"

"Yes."

Mu Fushu blindfolded him, and quickly took out a medical box from the space, which contained alcohol bandages, syringes, scalpels, needles, threads, and some commonly used medicines.

Mu Fushu will know some simple care, needles and stitches can be done, but surgery will not. But the matter was urgent, and she couldn't watch such a boy die before her eyes.

The main thing is that she has space well water.

If the anesthetic is large, debridement should be done with disinfectant water. The wounded soldier should not feel pain, but it may be nervous, the body is tense, and beads of sweat the size of beans are dripping down his forehead. Mu Fushu first connected his broken bones and stitched more than 20 stitches. This is the first time she has seen stitches but has never done them, but her years of embroidery experience have made her very stable and the wound is very neat.

San Lang was looking at the sweat from the side: "Auntie, you ...... You're amazing. ”

Mu Fushu chuckled: "You can also learn, maybe you can use it in the future." ”

"Wouldn't it be faster to sew it this way?" San Lang carefully looked at Mu Fushu's technique.

Mu Fushu nodded: "In this way, the bleeding will stop, and the wound will heal quickly." ”

After tying the gauze, Mu Fushu took another cup of space hydration and gave two anti-inflammatory drugs to the wounded soldiers, in fact, it is okay not to take anti-inflammatory drugs, but the space water has a sweet taste, she can only cover it up with bitter medicine, so that the well water tastes more like medicine.

The wounded soldier's operation was completed in less than half an hour.

The wounded soldier was carried out, and another was carried in. Everyone thought that Mu Fushu was the portable doctor brought by San Lang, but Mu Fushu didn't explain. External injuries can still be treated, but internal injuries can't be helped, at most take some space well water mixed with hemostatic agents for them to drink.

This battle didn't last long, not long after Mu Fushu and San Lang retreated, when the sun climbed to the middle, the Qi army died down first. The Shu army also retreated, and both sides suffered casualties, regardless of victory or defeat. Numerous corpses and wounded soldiers were also left behind.

Yang Weng had a little blood stains on his body, and rushed to see Mu Fushu and San Lang as soon as possible. Seeing that the two of them were actually treating the wounded, their eyes widened in surprise. He understands medicine, but he has never seen a wound stitched with needles and threads, and the wounded person has no reaction, as if it is not painful at all!

People from outside can't come in, and Yang Weng was only fortunate to come in to observe after San Lang agreed. The wounded were all blindfolded, and Mu Fushu said that he was afraid that they would be afraid, but in fact, he still had to cover up those strange utensils and medicines.

Mu Fushu still has a lot of anesthetics, and there are ways to make anesthetics, but because he has never used it, he has never thought of making medicine, and even if he knows how to make zuò, it is a problem whether he can successfully manufacture it, so he still minimizes the dosage when using it, but fortunately, none of these wounded people have a pain.

Yang Weng watched Mu Fu Shu Fei Fei needle walk the line, and occasionally took out a transparent needle-like thing with a shiny needle at the tip and poked it on the wounded, but the person who was still moaning and groaning in pain calmed down and waited quietly for treatment.

The camp doctors outside are also saving people, and those who seem to be incurable will be sent here. Saburo is also gradually familiar with it, and he can help with anesthetics.

Perhaps because of the space well water, Mu Fushu, a Mongolian doctor, did not treat people. Even if Yan Zhan was injured internally, no one died, and for a while, the news of a miracle doctor in the barracks spread, and General Chen Weiguang, who was knocked off his horse by the other party's powerful general, was also carried over.

Also with the King of Shu came.

Mu Fushu watched Chen Wei, whose face was like gold paper, being lifted in with his bare upper body, a piece of his chest had been recessed, his ribs must have been broken, and maybe he was inserted into the organs to bleed, she really wouldn't be able to treat such an injury.

Chen Weiguang is a fierce general, but unfortunately he met the powerful Wu Haoxing. After falling off the horse, he was in a coma until now, and the camp doctor also said that there was no help, so he could only wait for death. But the king of Shu couldn't watch him die, knowing that there was a miracle doctor here who was busy asking someone to carry him over, and only when he arrived here did he know that this miracle doctor turned out to be a big lady.

The king of Shu was in a dilemma. After all, the eldest lady is a little lady, Chen Weiguang is injured in the upper body, even if the defense of men and women in this era is not so strict, but Chen Weiguang is injured so badly, if it is not cured, it will not be good for the eldest lady......

Mu Fushu also had a difficult face, she really couldn't cure it. Such an injury requires a chest opening, it is a major operation, even if there is equipment in the space, there is no assistant, of course, even if there is an assistant, she will not dare to open it. She had only seen the professor and the textbook video, and she didn't have a chance to do it herself. No matter how bold you are, you don't dare to joke with your life.

San Lang and Yang Weng saw Mu Fushu restraining their hands, and they also knew that she was not sure. The King of Shu sighed: "Forget it, it's his bad luck." Carry it back, and then take care of his family. ”

To carry it back is to wait for death. Mu Fushu hesitated for a moment, and said to Yang Weng: "You guys go out, I don't call don't let people in." ”

San Lang pulled Mu Fushu, obviously trying to stop her. She smiled and sighed: "San Lang, you also learn a little, the medical skills of this era are too backward, I am afraid that if I have a case in the future, no one will save me......"

San Lang covered her mouth and scolded: "Nonsense! How can you be okay with me? ”

Mu Fushu didn't say more, took a deep breath, and took out a copy from the space...... Textbook.

After all, after being away from school for so long, there were some things she had forgotten.

So the most unreliable surgical thoracotomy in this era began, the chief surgeon and the assistant and nurse read the book while "going under the knife", fortunately there is space for water support, Mu Fushu actually opened the chest very smoothly, and found three broken ribs, one of which was inserted into the lungs. Mu Fu steadied and stabilized, combined with the textbooks and previous lessons, connected the ribs, carefully took out the one in the lungs, and treated the wound in the lungs.

After more than two hours of this operation, Chen Weiguang's face gradually improved, Mu Fushu was so tired that he could barely stand, San Lang helped him out half-supported and half-hugged, Mu Fushu asked Yang Weng to prescribe some Chinese medicine for him to drink, and he didn't know how to get on the horse and how to go back.

When Mu Fushu woke up, it was already the next morning, and San Lang casually put on a thin shirt and sat in the room reading a book. Seeing that she woke up, San Lang went out and brought her a bowl of chicken soup, which slowly contained a large bowl of boiled crispy chicken, Mu Fushu devoured it, and drank it slowly with a second bowl.

San Lang fanned her on the side, there was still ice in this room, and she didn't feel very hot when she fell asleep, and she was about to sweat when she ate hot soup. Mu Fushu asked how the battle was going while eating, and San Lang said magically: "The Qi army has begun to defend the city again, and last night Wen Shibo came out with the news, Cui ...... Your daddy is seriously injured. ”

Mu Fushu frowned: "He's so powerful, who can hurt him?" ”

"No one hurt him, saying that he fell off his horse and broke his leg when he was back in town." San Lang also looked incredulous.

Mu Fushu smiled unkindly: "This is doing too much bad things and suffering retribution." ”

San Lang scratched Mu Fushu's nose: "You little conscienceless, he was stunned when he saw your face yesterday, maybe he was scared by you and fell down." ”

"San Lang, don't I look like A-Niang?"

"It's a bit like, at least I look like it, but you're taller than your aunt and have a rounder face." San Lang looked at Mu Fu Shu Dao carefully.

"That's when I'm still young, baby fat, and when I'm older, I'll have the same melon seed face as A-Niang." Mu Fushu didn't mind San Lang saying that he had a big face. Thinking of yesterday, Cui Chongyu watched him slash him with a dagger, and he looked a little sad.

"San Lang, do you think he thinks my aunt is dead, and he will be so out of shape when he saw me yesterday?"

"If it was before, it might be, but last year, my aunt and uncle got married, so how could he not know?"

San Lang fished Mu Fushu into his arms and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her injured shoulder: "I didn't know who you slept with when I drugged you yesterday, and I was afraid that you would be in pain, but look, it's much better today." ”

Mu Fushu turned his eyes to look at his shoulder, and a small patch of bruise was already very light. She is in good health now, a small injury will heal soon, and there will be no marks on her skin. R1152