In Wutian Old Village, more than 1,000 people gathered densely together, waiting for the appearance of Zhao Xiang, the owner.

When Xu Changde saw Zhao Xiang, a stone fell in his heart. If Zhao Xiang hadn't shown up today, he himself wouldn't have dared to guarantee that these disaster victims, who already had work to do, would not mix with those outside and empty Zhao Xiang's several huge granaries.

"Changde! Thank you all today! As soon as Zhao Xiang came over, he patted Xu Changde's shoulder twice, and asked, "Are the brothers injured?" ”

For people who are not familiar with each other, remove the surname and call out those two words directly, which often gives people a sense of intimacy, which is a small skill that Zhao Xiang learned when he first entered the workplace. As for addressing people as "brothers", Zhao Xiang will undoubtedly be disgusted when he hears it in modern times, but in ancient times, it undoubtedly further narrowed the distance between him and this large group of people.

Obviously, such a little trick Xu Changde is also very useful, and the solemnity on his face just now was swept away, and he was much more relaxed: "This is what we should do." Then he looked not far away, and his face was solemn again: "There are more than 50 people injured......

When He Defang heard such a conversation, he felt very uncomfortable, and pulled behind Zhao Xiang and whispered: "Brother Xiang, the top priority is to prevent the chaotic people from coming to nuisance again, and I will arrange it for the wounded." ”

Zhao Xiang also whispered back: "Lao He, Granny Zhao is leaving, you go and send her, you can rest assured that there is a black cow here." ”

He Defang pursed his lips and finally said goodbye: "The old man will go first, and then come back when the matter is over." ”

Zhao Xiang didn't pay much attention to it, turned around and went straight to the wounded.

The so-called wounded arranged by He Defang were not resettled at all, and they were placed in a mess in the open space at the edge of the village.

Zhao Xiang had never seen so many wounded, but fortunately, the chaotic people were only evolved from the victims after all, and they didn't have any weapons in their hands, so these wounded were either fractured or stabbed.

The biggest problem with stabbing is that the wound is not easy to stop bleeding, if it is a knife wound, it can be directly sutured, but the stabbing, especially with bamboo or wooden sticks, is often a rotten hole, and blood gushes out.

Zhao Xiang saw that the family members of the injured were indiscriminately covering the wounds with linen herbs, and hurriedly opened the backpack, which was full of hemostatic powder and related hygiene products.

A backpack was obviously not enough, and after briefly explaining the purpose of those medicines, Zhao Xiang asked Hei Niu and the others to help, and he used the excuse of going to get the medicine again and ran away.

After a while, he came back and poured out a backpack full of medicines.

This time is different from the last night attack of the monks of Kaiyuan Temple, the most serious last time was only a fracture, but this time eight were stabbed in the chest with bamboo guns, three died on the spot, the family was crying around the corpse, and the other five Zhao Xiang were also helpless, watching them continue to gush blood out of their mouths and wounds, but they couldn't stop it, and they died after a while.

"These seriously injured people have to resign themselves to their fate." Chunyang gently patted Zhao Xiang's shoulder, "There are still many things that need to be rescued, and the bleeding must be stopped and bandaged as soon as possible." ”

Zhao Xiang, who was stunned, was pulled back, the appearance of Chunyang was undoubtedly a heart booster, and he saw hope again. The treatment of the wounded is based on the principle of practicality, as long as it can be saved, it does not matter if there is a scar or anything left in the future. Zhao Xiang vaguely felt as if he should learn simple first-aid techniques, and if possible, it would be better to teach some people to do such things.

Fortunately, Zhao Xiang's hands didn't shake much this time, as the old military doctor in the village said when he was a child, people's courage is practiced, and they may feel weak and trembling when they see chickens and ducks that have been bloodied at the beginning, but if you kill one yourself, it may be fine. The old military doctor was the first to see an ordinary person who was dizzy when bleeding from an inch-long wound, and after amputating the wounded with his own hands, he was able to calmly stuff the intestines of another wounded back into his abdomen.

Human vitality is very strong, as long as it is not a fatal injury, it can often grow well on its own after stopping bleeding and eliminating poison. Compared with the old military doctor's methods, Zhao Xiang has done it meticulously enough, but there are still people who are seriously injured and dying.

A pale young man on the ground leaned against a tree, and a large pool of blood flowed on the ground. He was stabbed in the leg with a bamboo spear, and the man who carried the gun was cut off by his head with a shovel. He drew his own bamboo spear and tied the wounds on both sides with a piece of linen. After Zhao Xiang came, he had a brief examination and found that the artery had not been punctured, so he sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao mixed with anti-inflammatory powder and bandaged it with a hemostatic bandage.

"Thank you to the owner for letting me eat for a few days." There was no blood on the young man's lips, and he tried his best to say it loudly, but only Zhao Xiang, who was squatting in front of him, could hear it.

"I can eat it every day from now on!"

"Owner, you don't need to sprinkle so much medicine, the blood is running out, it's useless." The young man's voice was still weak, and his chest rose and fell violently twice, and it was finally calmed down.

"It's okay, the blood can regenerate, just stop it, and make up for it in the future."

The boy's bleeding stopped, but the man became weaker and weaker, and finally he lost the strength to lean against the tree, and he leaned down, with a smile on his face, and said something. Zhao Xiang leaned over and vaguely heard him scolding the sky.

Zhao Xiang slapped him a few times: "Wake up, you can't fall asleep, just hold on!" ”

The young man sobered up a little, still with a bitter smile on his face, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his mouth was still scolding the sky in a voice that others couldn't hear.

Chunyang patted behind Zhao Xiang: "He has lost too much blood and is no longer able to return to the sky." ”

Zhao Xiang watched the young man's eyes close little by little, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he wanted to resist, but he could only struggle weakly...... He pounced, raised the young man's head, and slapped him a few more times: "You hold it up!" Survive and support you for the rest of your life! ”

The young man tried to open his eyes, but there was no brightness in his eyes, that little spotlight had already dissipated, but he was still trying to keep smiling, and Zhao Xiang saw only endless despair in his eyes.

"Brother Xiang!" The black bull grabbed Zhao Xiang from behind, in his eyes, this young man was almost dead, Zhao Xiang was really not suitable for a dying person.

"I've got a way! You hold on to Lao Tzu, and I'll save you right away! Zhao Xiang crawled to the edge of the backpack, where there were still several bottles of glucose and saline.

But it became a problem to tie the tube for the teenager, and the large amount of blood loss made his blood pressure drop a lot, and the veins and veins did not swell after holding it on his arm for a while, so he had to prick it a few times, but he still couldn't get it into the vein.

"Hey! Wake up! Wake up for Lao Tzu! Zhao Xiang slapped the young man twice, but his pale face was still pale.