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"The wounded. "Now some of the wounded are being housed near the medical room. They are all ...... It may not be possible to live, but herbalists and physicians are still trying. ”

They are now standing at the door of the medical room.

Mo Shi is no stranger to this place, and he has communicated with several scholars here because of the murder of Pamu Autumn Crow.

But now, you can clearly notice the difference in the atmosphere in the medical room. The wise men who used to spend their days studying herbs and drawing atlases now sit in front of the stove boiling plasters, cutting cloth, and sharpening scissors.

There were many doctors in the medical room that Mo Shi had not seen before, and many of them were canine-headed civilians.

"Mr. Shekha. One of the medical officers walked towards them, and when he saw Mo Shi, he showed a look of surprise for a moment, and then nodded slightly, "Mr. Mo Shi." ”

"Did something bad happen?" asked Sheka.

And the medical officer nodded: "The knight of the Fei family, he is not willing to amputate his leg. ”

Sheikh gasped, then exhaled slowly, "Hmm......"

"We've scraped the pus back and forth, but apparently it's not working. That leg had to be amputated, or the rot would spread throughout the body. For the sake of his life, as a physician, I thought it would be necessary to amputate my leg. The medical officer's expression was gloomy, and his tone sharpened slightly, "I know that you knights pride themselves on your physical and mental bravery, but that doesn't mean that the gods will allow warriors to abandon the possibility of life at will—"

"Yes, Doctor, you're right. I know...... Indeed it is. Shekha said.

The doctor sighed, "I'm sorry, I was too excited, Mr. Sheka. It is true that failure to deal with it will lead to inevitable death, but amputation does not necessarily save his life. ”

"It's fine. I know you've been tired and hard lately. ”

"What about the amputation?" asked Mo Shi.

Dr. Herbalist looked at him in surprise before replying, "What do you mean?"

"Technically, how do you do it? Cut it with a knife, I know, what about the rest?"

Doctor Heyal hesitated for a moment, his face showing confusion, but replied, "The knight's wound was two inches above his knee, and it was almost festering, making the part below his knee blue and purple. We tie strips of cloth above the wound to slow down blood flow, then cut the bone as quickly as possible and use a saw to cut it completely. After that, the wound is scorched with a soldering iron to avoid excessive blood loss. ”

It wasn't that Moshi was unaware of the level of medical care in the Middle Ages, but hearing and confirming it still made his eyes darken.

"What about anesthesia?" asked Mo Shi.

And the medical officer looked even more confused: "Hemp...... What do you mean?"

"So, what are the ways to prevent burn infection?" What is the response to inflammation?Is there a high incidence of osteosarcoma after amputation?

Moshi asked himself to stop asking.

These doubts are unfair to the physician in front of them.

"But, at least there will be some herbs here that have a paralyzing effect?" Mo Shi asked in a slower tone, "why not give some to the patient." ”

However, the truth is "no".

On the one hand, snowwalkers believe that it is shameful to run away from pain.

They do not see pain reduction and healing as important social work, on the contrary, snowwalkers believe that the infirm and sick are abandoned by God, and death is their destination.

On the other hand, the objective conditions, such as excessively severe cold and long winters, lead to a serious shortage of plant varieties, growth periods, and quantities, and herbalism is not well developed;

Thinking of this, Mo Shi had nothing to say.

Eventually, he followed Shekha Hawthorn to visit the knight.

As a young man who had never experienced war and had never practiced medicine professionally, Mo Shi obviously did not really understand the shock that physical suffering can cause when it is presented before his eyes.

It was a young man, very young, perhaps only a little older than Dino, a little smaller than Diffendor.

He lived with three other soldiers who had been badly wounded in the legs, and the house smelled of blood and pus, and the heat and humidity of the rainy season exacerbated the bacterial growth, and there were signs of corruption everywhere.

The young man saw them walk in and looked at them angrily with a threatening gaze.

He was probably an Alfaya, Moshi guessed.

"Don't do that," Sheka whispered, calling the young man's name, who seemed to know each other well, "you need treatment." Don't think of the people who want to heal you as enemies. ”

"I'm willing to die like this!" the young man roared. Then, word for word, he said, "Let me rot here." Let me, here, die like this. ”

"You're not going to die yet," Sheikh Hawthorn, who was also young but in a position of power, had to take on the responsibility he hadn't taken before, trying to get his opinion across, "and when you are really dying, it will be too late if you hesitate and regret it." You were too weak to stand the pain of amputation. ”

The young man looked at him in silence.

His gaze briefly swept over Dr. Herbalism and Moshi, and then back to Shekha Hawthorn.

For a moment, the image of the young man briefly overlapped with Ember Waping, which made Mo Shi tremble slightly.

There is no way to save.

It cannot be saved.

Always, always. It was so before, it is now, and it will be so in the future.

Thinking of this, Moshi turned and left the room—as Shekha had expected.

He felt that he could not bear the desperate and helpless emotions that filled all the space.

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Mo Shi walked back to the medical room and sat down on the corridor.

He leaned against the wall to breathe calmly, and pressed the bluebird to his side.

"Endless Journey......" he said, softly in his native language, "it's strange, listening to your tone, it seems like this is something I used to do all the time." ”

The light in the sapphire flickered for a moment.

"I guess this doesn't include areas that are forbidden by the scope of authority—so yes, sir, it does. For the 'Endless Journey', you have experience and a wealth of experience. 』

"But is it so painful?" asked Mo Shi tentatively, "is it always so?"

Surgery without anesthetics, crude medical treatment, and the mortality rate is much greater than the cure rate......

All of this belongs to the distant old history of mankind, but it is the present of the snowwalkers.

To solve these problems, it is not possible to rely on a "future person" with modern knowledge, but what is needed is the scientific and technological development and civilization improvement of the whole society.

"Not exactly. Bluebird said softly, "You used to have great spell manipulation skills and unparalleled reserves of mana, and most of the time you were fearless, and you turned your hands into clouds and rain. You don't have those now, that's why you're flustered and vulnerable. 』

"Are you mocking me?" Mo Shi chuckled.

"What about how I described you?"

"Otherwise, what else could it be. ”

"Okay. It's a bit of an exaggeration. But you know, my personality was tuned by you, and I'm guessing you've added a lot of jokes and sarcastic rhetoric and stuff. 』

Mo Shi sighed, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I don't even know my former self. ”

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The young knight did not agree to the amputation.

And luck didn't favor him any more.

At the end of the rainy season and before embarking on the journey to the royal city, Moshi and Shekha went to his funeral.

"I'll invent anesthetics. Mo Shi stood in front of the dwarf tombstone and said, "Anti-inflammatories, scalpels, hemostats, sedatives, comforters...... All this will be in the future. ”

Sheka looked at him, "What?"

"Nothing. Mo Shi shook his head, but after a while he began to explain, of course, it sounded more like gibberish to Sheka, and he rambled on just to hide his sadness, "One is a little funny, but you probably don't know where the funny self-demand is—but, in short, it's a promise." ”