Black smoke rose from the Gaul villages, and the deplorable situation was indescribable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhenever Ye Feng walked through the Gallic villages, he kept praying for immortality, and wished him to forgive the sins of the Huns, all of which were just the primitive accumulation of the feudalization of the Huns.

"Great Immortal Heaven, did you bring me to this wild and ignorant land? Is it for me to save this last Hunnarian? ”

Ye Feng asked himself in his heart. But the tragedy of the Gauls continued to be repeated. The burning village, the Gallic man who became a slave, the Gallic woman who became the Huns to vent their desires. I am afraid that the Gauls never dreamed that in the future they would also befall others with such a calamity.

Consider the colonization and genocide of the Western European powers that followed, and the sordid triangular trade. Ye Feng no longer had a good impression of these Gauls in his heart. Surrounded by thirteen disciples, Ye Feng came to Gallic villages.

Ye Feng thought about the Battle of Charon that was close at hand, and the Huns' war of conquest suffered a major setback for the first time. Then, with the death of Attila, the Huns, who had not yet completed feudalization, disappeared into history. Endless wars of conquest depleted the Huns' population and left it hostile everywhere. The Visigoths, the Burgundians, and other races that had enmity with the Huns declared war on the Huns.

Ye Feng sighed, this is not something he can grasp at present.

The low Gallic adobe house, with a haystack next to it, was no different from usual, Ye Feng once again walked through the looted Gallic villages, just to find some supplies that the Huns regarded as worthless, in fact, the Huns were not interested in other tools except gold and silver, cattle and sheep.

Ye Yuan found a lot of things and tools from under the rubble.

The strip of cloth, boiled in hot water and dried, is a standard battlefield bandage, the quality is not even inferior to the battlefield bandage during World War II, so that this group of fifth-century Huns can enjoy the treatment of the twentieth century in advance, thanks to Ye Feng.

Often a small invention gathers great wisdom, and a little invention can pry the whole earth into operation. As Ye Feng continues to understand the world, his surgical skills are also constantly improving.

Because the soldering iron burns the wound, it is also easier to form an infection, which is a very emergency method. However, if time is sufficient, suture techniques can be used. Ye Feng found a lot of needles from the Gauls. But it's too big and rough, and the surface isn't smooth enough and uneven.

And the suture thread is not enough to fit the sheep intestines, and the leaf edge killed a lot of Gallic cattle in order to extract the sheep intestines. Sheep intestines, long and tough, if you use hemp rope, it is easy to break, and the Huns are nomadic people, hemp rope is scarce.

The material source of natural sheep intestine is the chorion of the cow's intestine. Cattle, on the other hand, is a source of the most primitive sheep gut. Why is the thread made of beef intestines still called sheep intestines? This is because people have long been accustomed to the name of sheep intestines.

The method of suturing treatment is still very advanced, and in this era, there is only one end for the seriously injured, which is death. The army will often relieve such a person before he dies. Because the groans and howls of the seriously wounded will lower the morale of the troops, and they will die sooner or later, it is better to give them a relief than to let them be tortured.

But Ye Feng's arrival brought advanced surgical medical technology, suture technology.

Urdin's tribe handed over all the cattle from the Gauls to Ye Feng, who extracted the sheep intestines and returned the meat to the tribesmen. The other Huns all believed that Ye Feng was a person with divine power and an envoy of the Immortal Heaven, because no one knew that there was such a thing in the body of the cow.

What Ye Feng did was simply a divine technique, and the powerful mystery made the Huns very afraid of Ye Feng, and at the same time, Ye Feng's prestige also soared, and his request to the Huns was to meet it as much as possible. In order to create a fine and smooth needle and thread, the Huns concentrated the best craftsmen, among whom there were even Romans.

Ye Feng's magical ability amazed not only the Huns, the Alans, the Ostrogoths. They all worship Ye Feng, who now lives in a tent comparable to that of the leader. Ye Feng and his rescuers were now huge, and they had penetrated into the deepest depths of the Hun group. The power is even more intertwined, and even the attendants of Attila, who has always been brave, have been blessed by the rescuers. There are more than 10,000 believers. If Ye Feng wanted to rebel now, it would not be so difficult, because the Huns and other barbarians already regarded Ye Feng as a god.

"Uldin, is my needle ready? Those seriously wounded at the front need him! ”

Ye Feng waited anxiously outside the blacksmith shop, looking at the needles that were constantly being beaten, constantly radiating sparks, the season had reached the summer solstice, the weather was hot, and the blacksmith shop was baked by the fire, Ye Feng was a little dizzy, but the heart of the doctor's parents, Ye Feng was already waiting at all times.

"Soon, I know how you feel, but no one understands the role of these seriously wounded better than I do! They are all warriors of a hundred battles, and each one of them is a precious resource. ”

Uldin wiped the hot sweat from his head and said.

"It seems ironic that this is an epoch-making moment, and the suture technology is about to be born in the hands of the backward Huns!"

Ye Feng laughed at himself in his heart.

Finally, the smuscular blacksmith struck the final blow, and the fire flew and an iron needle was built. Now, the needle and thread are ready. Now it's time to show off the real technology.

Ye Feng thought proudly, but he was excited and nervous, because he was an intern, Ye Feng rarely sutured, and the technique was inevitably a little rusty. A Hun who had just come down from the front line, his arm was cut off with a big cut, if it was normal, he would have to wait for death, but now that Ye Feng has appeared, everything is different.

"You're Priest Ye Feng!"

The wounded Hun endured the pain and stood up and spoke, his heart filled with joy that no one wanted to die, not even religious fanatics. He had heard about Ye Feng's deeds, and his heart became active, and his face was flushed.

"I am not a priest, I am a rescuer."

Ye Feng said, the two believers had been waiting for Ye Feng in the wounded soldier's tent for a long time, they were simply disinfected with willow sap, and then wrapped in bandages, but the blood still kept spilling. Now the big tent of wounded soldiers is almost all the followers under Ye Feng's thirteen disciples, just like Confucius's seventy-two students and three thousand disciples.

Ye Feng took out the needle and thread while chatting with the injured Hun to ease his attention.

"Bear with me, the Immortal Heaven is watching you! Get the tools out. ”

Ye Feng said to the injured Huns, then turned to the believers and said,

A wooden stick wrapped in sackcloth was taken out.