The afternoon sun shone on the city walls, and the soldiers bathed in this rare warmth, and the blood-stained snow became more and more bright red by the sun.

William looked at the retreating enemy, a smile appeared on his face, his weak body regained his spirits, he raised the long sword full of gaps in his hand, and let out a high roar: "Victory! ”

Wrapped in a helmet, his voice was deflated, and it sounded like the roar of a wild beast all the time, but at this time, everyone could understand what he was saying.

"Victory!" Baron Bair also raised his sword, which was also full of gaps, and shouted with William.

"Victory!"

We won! ”

Everyone on the city wall began to cheer, they roared wildly, all kinds of weapons in their hands began to wave, they desperately vented the joy of victory, no matter who they were, whether they knew each other or not, they could not stop them from hugging each other to celebrate the victory of the battle.

Because they knew that after surviving this wave of offensive, they would be safe, and the atmosphere that had been suppressed would dissipate like the sun had been lifted.

Looking at the enemy under the city wall, William suddenly relaxed, endured the weakness caused by the blood loss in his body, and walked down the city wall alone.

Some of the lightly wounded soldiers were left on the city walls to clean up the battlefield, and some entities, and seriously injured soldiers, all needed to be dealt with by them.

William propped himself up and walked into his room, and before he could even change his armor, he fell to the bed, looking quite weak.

"My lord, let me serve you to remove your armor!" A voice rang out, it was the manservant outside his room, who had been in charge of William's daily life, including the maintenance and wearing of his armor.

William was already tired, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep now, just nodded and didn't say much.

Seeing William nodding, the manservant quickly took off his armor, which took several minutes.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door, and William faintly heard the voices of Norwen and Urimu.

"You go out first, let them in!" William got up from the bed and said to the manservant.

"William!" The two walked into the room and called out to William.

"Your injuries are serious!" Norwen looked at the wounds on his body and said with a solemn expression.

So saying, the two of them pulled off William's clothes, and looked at the wounds on his body, and saw that he had two deep wounds on his chest, and another wound on his shoulder, and some small wounds on his forearm and thigh, all thanks to his fine armor, cipher mail inlaid with some pieces of iron, otherwise he might have hung up on the chest at the time of the first attack.

"It must be treated immediately, otherwise it will become infected and suppurated!" Norwen said.

"I remember that there were two doctors in the castle, one was a civilian, and the other was a military doctor of the town guard, call them two!" Urimu said.

Unlike the two of them, who fought as a team with the knights, they were not injured much, only minor injuries, but William was always on the front line, so he faced far more enemies and suffered blows than the two of them.

"Just let one person come, and the other will go and see the soldiers, I don't know how many soldiers will survive this time!" William said weakly.

He just remembered that he had brewed vodka by himself, and wouldn't it be nice to develop medical alcohol, which would definitely bring back to life many soldiers who should have died of inflamed wounds.

But now it's too late to regret it, so I'll have to wait until the war is over and return to the territory to deal with it.

"Hello lords, I am the doctor in the castle, and I am ordered to heal the wounded adults!" The doctor was ushered into the room by the valet, who then saluted and went out.

Norwen Limu gave him a place and began to lie on William's chest to observe the wound.

"Tsk, my lord, if you don't treat this wound for a long time, it will definitely suppurate, and he is still bleeding, so I will perform an operation to stop the bleeding for you!" The doctor said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"What kind of surgery is that?" William asked softly.

The doctor glanced at William, and seemed surprised that he didn't even know about such a common-sense operation.

He glanced at the two of them again, and Norwen said, "The most common type of hemostatic surgery is to use fire to burn your wound and heal it, so as to achieve the effect of stopping bleeding and preventing infection!" ”

William's face turned green when he heard this, he had heard of this method, and even admired the tough guys who used this method.

But as soon as he heard that this kind of thing was going to happen to his own saint, he suddenly withered, and it hurt to think about such an operation, no wonder they all said that the Middle Ages were ignorant, and medicine alone could be seen!

As if seeing William's fear, the doctor was amused in his heart, and at the same time, he opened his mouth to comfort: "Don't worry, my lord, I have dealt with many cases of this kind of operation, and sixty percent of the people who survived, not to mention your mortal wound!" ”

Although he said this, William still did not trust him a little, there was no way, the image of medieval medicine had been in his heart for a long time.

In fact, this way of hemostasis with a soldering iron is still relatively scientific, one is antiseptic, which can kill viruses and sterilize at high temperatures, but temporarily shrink the blood vessels nearby to alleviate bleeding, which is quite similar to monopolar electrocoagulation in modern medicine and has a good effect.

"Are you sure it's sixty percent??" William asked suspiciously, he really didn't trust these medieval quacks who could not do phlebotomy at every turn.

"Of course, my lord, I have been a doctor for more than 20 years, and since I was an apprentice, these are the most basic ways to stop bleeding."

"And although it's winter now, a wound like yours is very easy to inflame, and a soldering iron can effectively prevent inflammation and suppuration!"

"So this means that this method is common?" William asked uncertainly.

The physician expressed contempt for William's ignorance in his heart, but he did not express himself on the surface, and said, "Yes, my lord, many soldiers who are seriously wounded on the battlefield will be subjected to this method. ”

"Sixty percent of the discipline of healing?" William reconfirmed.

"Yes, my lord, there is, about sixty percent, of course, this is only limited to soldiers who are not mortally wounded!" The doctor took the trouble to explain.

William closed his eyes, and there was a fierce struggle in his heart: should he do it or not? It's easy to get inflamed if you don't do it, I don't want to die yet!

But he also knew how painful such an operation would be, and if it was done, it would definitely have to endure inhuman suffering.

Norwen and Urimu did not immediately speak to advise, but waited for William to agree, and after a moment of struggle, William spoke: "Okay! Let's get ready for surgery! ”

After saying that, the doctor began to get busy, set up a brazier, and cleaned the medical equipment under the strong request of the final payment, he really didn't want to be cross-infected.

There are two soldering irons, one is a cylindrical soldering iron, and the other is similar to the kind of plain soldering iron used to extract confessions by torture.

As the soldering iron heated up in the brazier, William's heart gradually lifted, he never thought this kind of thing would happen to him.