Stan's wound has rotted flesh, and the rotten flesh must be scraped off with a sterilized knife, Arode's brows couldn't help frowning, although he has modern medical knowledge such as disinfection, but after all, he is not a real surgeon, if it leads to failure Stan dies, wouldn't it be his own sin, thinking of this, Arod felt that he should still call the military doctor.

"What about the military doctor?" Arold said to the other knights.

"Knocked away." The knight shrugged, since the doctor said that he would amputate Stan's leg, and the angry Stan drew his sword to kill the doctor, no doctor dared to approach Stan again.

"But his apprentices sometimes come over to help." Another knight picked up.

"Apprentice? What's the use. The other knights shook their heads disapprovingly, as a master's physician is useless, so what role can his apprentice play.

"Call it, maybe it will help." Arrod didn't care if he was a doctor or an apprentice, although these medieval doctors did not have the concept of sterilization, and they were extremely backward as a means of healing, but they didn't know what to do, but they were very skilled in surgery, probably because they had been practicing on the battlefield with the army all year round.

Standing in front of Arold was the physician's apprentice, about Arold's age, dressed in a shabby gray coarse linen robe, with a pair of patched leather shoes on his feet, and the apprentice's face had the peculiar dish of the peasants of this era, caused by chronic malnutrition, and his emaciated body carried a bulky wooden box, which, when opened, contained surgical tools such as pliers, knives, and axes, which smelled of blood.

"God." Arold looked at the tools in the open wooden box, if these tools were not treated, they would definitely get tetanus when used on human wounds, and those who could survive under the treatment of doctors were really strong.

"Sir, sir." The apprentice had big green eyes, freckles on the bridge of his nose, and messy brown hair, and he looked at the knight in bright chain mail in front of him, and his heart was uneasy, these knights were strong and short-tempered, and they would add punches and kicks at the slightest disagreement, and he sometimes preferred to take care of the dirty peasant soldiers rather than approach the proud knights, but the young knight in front of him was pleasant.

"I'm not a Sir Officer, I'm Sir Abel's personal attendant, what's your name?" Arold said kindly to the young disciples.

"Little Pyne, sir." The physician's apprentice bent over, he didn't dare to underestimate Arrod because he was a squire, and he could see that the arrogant knights around him were also extremely respectful to Arold, which made him even more curious, knowing that although Lu Dao was a nobleman, to the knights, the squires were like apprentices, they were not yet masters, and they were not formal knights, and they treated their squires like servants before they were awarded.

"Alright, little Pyne, I need you to help me perform an operation on Sir Stan now, you just have to do what I say." Arold patted little Pine on the thin shoulder, led him to the unconscious Stan, and pointed to Stan's wound and said to little Pine.

"It's good." Little Pine could say anything, he quickly took off his wooden box, opened the tools inside and handled the knife in his hand, but was quickly stopped by Arrod.

"It must be sterilized and boiled with boiling water." Arold took the tools from little Pyne's hands and asked the servants to boil a pot of water, put the tools into the tongs and steam, and then boiled another pair of tongs and pulled some linen into strips and put them in to steam.

"Excuse me, my lord, what are you doing here?" For the first time, little Pine had seen someone put surgical tools in a tongs pot and boil them like food, but what did the torn linen do? Little Pine felt that all this was very new, completely different from what other doctors said, and the impact on Little Pine, who had a strong desire to learn, was huge, so he asked unconsciously.

"There are invisible poisons in these tools, and these poisons can be removed by boiling." Arjod explained to little Pine.

"Poison?"

"Yes, if we cut the muscles of a person without boiling these tools, the poison will flow down the bloodstream into the human body and bring death to the injured in the future." Arold didn't know how to explain the truth of bacterial infection, so he tried to explain it in layman's terms.

"It's amazing that you know such knowledge." Little Pine looked at Arold with wide eyes and adoration, which even the monks of the so-called monastery who were proficient in medicine could not tell.

"Of course, Lord Arold is an expert in ancient Rome." Although the other knights didn't understand Arrod's words, they saw that even the doctor's apprentice admired Arrod, and they couldn't help but have a lot of confidence in Arrod's healing of Stan .

Although Arrod's theory is very rich, but the real surgery is indeed a layman, and he does not dare to joke with Sir Stan's life at will, so after letting little Pine wash his hands, he scrapes off Stan's rotten muscles with a disinfected knife, scraping bones to heal injuries is a very painful thing after all, but without anesthetics, Arold has no choice, so he can only let people pour ale into the mouth of the wailing Stan, and the four strong knights desperately hold Stan's body, Avoid causing him to do anything unfavorable because of the severe pain.

Little Pine's fingers are slender and dexterous, I really can't tell that this physician apprentice has a pair of dexterous hands like a surgeon, he holds a knife and quickly cuts off the carrion on Stan's thighs, so fast that sometimes Arod's eyes can't keep up, but in this era, dissecting other people's corpses is a violation of religious law, so doctors can't know that those blood vessels and arteries can't move, and Arold has watched many popular science programs in the era of information explosion in the 21st century, He kept telling little Pine where he couldn't move and where he could go under the knife, and although he wasn't all right, he was not far from ten when Arrod was cautious.

"Okay, let's stitch the wound with a needle, and then wrap it with a sterilized linen bandage, but because there is no strong anti-poison, maybe Sir Stan will have a high fever and need people to constantly use cold water to help him cool down, and the rest can really only rely on God." Arjod wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and in this age of lack of medicine, once injured can sometimes only rely on God's miracles, he looked at little Pyne, who was lost in thought, the apprentice physician seemed to be shocked by what he had done.

"Is this really what I did?" Little Pine looked at the stitched wound, Sir Stan fell back into a coma, and a knight poured cool spring water into his chapped and pale lips.

"That's right, good job little Pine, how could you be interested in being hired by me?" Arrod was very interested in this apprentice with the hands of a surgeon, and thought to himself that if little Pyneson had studied surgery in the 21st century, he would have been a great surgeon, but in this era he really buried his skillful hands.

"Well, but I haven't been out yet, so my teacher won't agree." Little Pine was also very interested in Arrod's knowledge, but in the Middle Ages the relationship between an apprentice and his master was a vassal, and he could not be hired without the consent of the doctor, unless~~~.

"I'll go and talk to the doctor, it's a gratuity to thank you for your help." Arold took out three silver dinars from his money bag and handed them to Little Pyne, although it was to save the Stan Knight, but Little Pine found it himself after all, and Arold handed him the reward as a matter of course.

"This, how can this be." Little Pine never thought that he would get a reward, as an apprentice, even if he was lucky enough to meet a kind master, that is, he was in charge of two meals, and the honorarium and reward money were taken away by the master as a doctor, and the dirtiest work was done by the apprentice, so the number of apprentices in the craft class often means the wealth of the master, and Little Pine's doctor master often cursed and insulted him, thinking that his luck was very bad Only such a stupid apprentice, but today a nobleman actually gave himself a reward, And it was a very generous three dinars, which was not just a matter of money for little Pyne, but a recognition of his own abilities.

Little Pine felt like he was stepping on cotton, and he didn't know how to get back to his master's tent along the way, the doctor was not in the tent, he could only cautiously come to the pile of debris outside the tent, and wait quietly for his master, because he hadn't eaten a full meal today, so he hoped that the doctor could bring some leftovers for himself, just as night fell, little Pine felt drowsy, as if he had a dream and became a respected doctor, Just as he was sleeping soundly against a wooden basket, he suddenly felt that his body was hit hard several times, and the severe pain caused him to open his eyes and stumble to his feet, only to see that standing in front of him was his master, the military doctor, who held a wrist-thick wooden stick in his hand, and spewed a strong smell of wine from his mouth, and little Pine, who was panicked in the moonlight, saw the hateful gaze in the doctor's eyes.

"You little bastard, you actually went behind my back to heal others, do you really think you are already a doctor? Do you have this? The Physician beat little Pyne with a wooden stick in his hand as he lifted a bronze medal around his neck, which was a qualification for the Physician Guild to practice medicine, which was only worn by those approved by the Physicians' Guild.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Little Pine wept and avoided his master's beatings, but the enraged physician ignored the beatings, cursing and beating, as was the case in the servant camps here, so people were used to it, so no one cared about it.

"Hmph, a squire who isn't even a knight is supporting you, and you really think you're amazing? That idiot doesn't know what real medicine is, damn heretic, go to hell. The Physician was so annoyed that he cursed Arrod, and little Pyne's face turned red when he heard this, and he was able to endure the Doctor's beating and scolding, but Arad was a great and merciful figure in his heart at this time, and he could not bear to insult such a character, and in his rage, Little Pine stepped forward and pushed the Doctor down, and the drunken Physician fell to the ground unprepared.

"Don't speak ill of Lord Arrod." Little Pine was young after all, and he rode on the Medic's body, picked up a rock and smashed it on the Medic's head, twice and three times, until the stone was splattered with blood.