The group did not pay attention to the wild boar anymore and left the carcass in its place. Although the www.biquge.info chased away the saber-toothed tiger before, it did not hurt the other party, and there is no guarantee that the saber-toothed tiger will not come back. After Thirteen was injured, someone needed to take turns carrying the stretcher to maintain speed, and the rest of the men were not sure to form a deterrent to the saber-toothed tiger, and it was difficult to ensure that there were no more wounded, and in the end they could only leave the wild boar behind, so as to ensure that the saber-toothed tiger would not follow them even if it turned.

The two young hunters couldn't run too fast with stretchers, and Lo and the other hunters were on guard at all times. Zheng Jun did not delay and ordered a person to run back quickly and let the people in the tribe get ready.

"Put some salt in the water, boil more, let it cool when it's done, and wait for us at Luo's house. ”

The man nodded, sped away, and disappeared in a few clicks.

At this time, it was early spring, and although Zheng Jun was already naked, he kept jogging, and it was not too cold. When he came, Zheng Jun estimated that the group had walked for about two hours, about ten kilometers away from the tribe. It shouldn't be too late to jog back now.

The stretcher was so simple that Thirteen was very uncomfortable lying on it, but now he definitely didn't care about whether it was comfortable or not.

"Zheng, can I still live?"

If it were in a modern hospital, Zheng Jun would definitely have no problem dealing with this injury. But in this environment, even if Zheng Jun's surgical instruments are still complete, he is not sure. But Zheng Jun is not stupid, he will definitely not hit Thirteen like this.

"As long as I can bring you back, I can save you. ”

After listening to Zheng Jun's words, Thirteen looked a lot more excited, and Luo listened to what Zheng Jun said next to him, and he also showed a relieved expression. These two people looked even more confident than Zheng Jun himself.

Along the way, several people took turns to carry thirteen, trying to ensure speed, Zheng Jun estimated that it only took about forty minutes to return to the tribe. Thirteen seemed to really believe in Zheng Jun's words, firmly believing that he would survive as long as he returned to the tribe, and tried to stay awake all the way, but when he returned to the tribe, he was relieved and fainted.

The entire tribe apparently knew about Thirteen's injuries, and leaned over as soon as they saw them. But when they saw that Thirteen's intestines were flowing out, and they were all shaking their heads, and they kept muttering about the spirit. Looking at his expression, he obviously had already determined his fate in his heart.

There would certainly be no sterile operating rooms in the tribe, not even proper lighting. On weekdays, when the sun goes down, everyone sleeps separately, and there is no nightlife.

Fortunately, it was almost noon, and the sun was still shining. Open-air surgery is not invisible.

The medical kits that most people prepare when they travel outdoors are mainly medicines. However, Zheng Jun is a doctor, and although he finally got involved in ophthalmology, he was no stranger to general trauma treatment when he first rotated through various departments. So his medical kit not only prepared a large number of medicines, but also prepared a full set of surgical instruments. Without this, he wouldn't have dared to bring Thirteen back.

This medical kit is in Luo's house, and it is with the medicine in it that Zheng Jun was able to recover from the arm infection in the first place, and now he has to rely on it to save his life.

Zheng Jun called for boiling water at the beginning, but only said to boil more, but as a result, the entire tribe burned hundreds of clay pots of water, which was densely placed on the ground, which could force people out of dense phobia.

The leader of the tribe, Qi, had been waiting for a long time, she was still barely maintaining her composure, and when she saw Thirteen's injuries clearly, she finally couldn't calm down anymore, and instinctively revealed a mother's worry.

"With such a big wound, the wild spirits don't know how many they enter, and even if there are witches, they may not be able to defeat so many wild spirits. ”

Kai's tone was full of despair.

As soon as Zheng Jun entered the tribe, he was always curious about what the spirit was, and at first he heard the description of "big" as if it was something like a ghost, so at first Zheng Jun thought that the witch who could fight against the spirit should also be a similar profession to a ghost-catching mage like Yimei Daochang.

It is said that Zheng Jun was born under the red flag, grew up in the new century, and received professional medical training, and should have been a staunch materialist. But now after all, even such an unscientific thing as crossing has happened to him, and Zheng Jun's worldview has long been shaken and shattered.

However, this time Thirteen was injured, and hearing the way others talk about spirits, Zheng Jun felt that it was not like talking about ghosts, but like a description of infection after injury. In this way, Wu actually refers to the doctor, which also explains why Luo and Thirteen were relieved to hear Zheng Jun's assurance, and the entire tribe happened to be the two of them who had always firmly believed that Zheng Jun was a witch.

Zheng Jun thought about it for a long time, and only then did he turn his attention again after listening to Qi's words. is the most doctor, and at this time he can only comfort his family.

"I don't know what your witch means, but in my original tribe there are people called doctors who can treat such wounds. I happen to be a doctor, too. ”

When Qi heard this, he grabbed a straw at the drowning man, and immediately solemnly promised:

"Doctor, is that the name of a witch in your tribe? whatever it's called, as long as you can heal Thirteen's wounds, the tribe will welcome you to join. ”

This is not to be considered for public gain, a doctor (or a witch) is of great value to the tribe itself.

Not to mention the professional instinct of a doctor, even from a personal point of view, Zheng Jun wanted to do his best to save Thirteen, and during the period when the tribe was recuperating from his injuries, everyone else was wary of Zheng Jun with coldness and alienation. Only Luo and Thirteen have kindness to him, and Thirteen is also one of the hunters who rescued Zheng Jun at the beginning, and he can be regarded as his savior, so Zheng Jun plans to go all out in public and private.

Strictly speaking, this kind of surgery to deal with trauma should be performed by a surgeon, one or two assistants, and a surgical nurse. But under the current conditions, having surgical instruments is already considered prescient on the part of Zheng Jun, and there is no need to count on the rest. And the people in the tribe are not even good at basic personal hygiene, and they can't even help. In the end, Zheng Jun was the only one on the list.

The people around him all stared at him aggressively, but Zheng Jun didn't care, because there was really no way to achieve the same sterile conditions as modern times, and now he could only use it as much as possible because of ugliness. After repeatedly washing the hands with homemade saline, cleaning as much as possible, wearing disposable sterile gloves in the medical bag, rinsing the entire chest and abdomen wound with boiling and cooling water, and after cleaning it, he carefully examined a piece of Thirteen's intestines.

Thirteen was really lucky, although the intestines flowed out, but there was no damage. In this way, Thirteen is almost just a skin wound. At this time, it was not possible to return the intestines directly, so Zheng Jun rinsed the entire abdomen with a large amount of salt water to ensure that no sediment remained in the abdominal cavity, and then stuffed the intestines back. Different from what most people imagine, there are actually many layers of structure on the human stomach, and from the innermost peritoneum, Zheng Jun carefully sutured each layer layer by layer. The wound on the chest is simpler than the abdomen, protected by the ribs, and the thirteen on the chest is just a skin wound. The three wounds were so big that in the end, Zheng Jun used up almost all the threads in the medical kit. If you want to have surgery again, I'm afraid you will have to find a way to make mulberry thread instead.

In fact, Thirteen's injuries were really not too serious, although they did look terrifying, and there were three wounds of nearly 20 centimeters on his chest and abdomen, and even his intestines flowed. But it didn't hurt the big blood vessels in the body, the bleeding was not too much, the ribs in the chest were not broken, and even the intestines that fell out of the stomach were not damaged. There is no need for blood transfusion, reduction and fixation of the fracture site, and no intestinal anastomosis, which is actually a simple debridement and suture, and the only thing to worry about is the postoperative infection.

But in the eyes of the tribesmen, this is already miraculous. After the people in the tribe were injured before, not to mention stitching, there was very little cleaning, and everyone was just hard to boil. So unless it's a small wound, it's usually hard to heal. When the hunters went out hunting, it was not uncommon for them to suffer similar injuries, but Luo was the only one who survived. And Luo's injuries at that time were far less than Thirteen. And now that the intestines of the Thirteen have fallen out, they can be put back in a few clicks, and even the injured wounds have been closed, as if they are not injured. The eyes of the people around him who looked at Zheng Jun now were completely in awe.

After Zheng Jun finished the operation, he fed Thirteen with water and took a few tablets of antibiotics. In the era when there were no antibiotics, postoperative infections were a factor with a high mortality rate. Until World War I, infection was the leading cause of death, and doctors even had to amputate their limbs to fight infection. After the advent of antibiotics, combined with aseptic surgery and good hygiene, infection is nothing.

Although there are antibiotics now, Zheng Jun does not dare to guarantee that the operation is completely sterile, after all, it is a primitive society now, and the conditions are like this. Now what can be done has been done, and the rest can only rely on Thirteen himself.

Luckily, Thirteen survived, and by the standards of a primitive man who lived 10,000 years ago, his living environment was quite superior, and as a qualified hunter, he received an ample supply of food from the tribe, and his body was very strong. He woke up a short time after the operation was completed, and when Thirteen woke up, he found that all his wounds were closed, and he looked much more relieved than before, and he became more confident and slow. Thirteen, who took antibiotics, showed no signs of postoperative infection at all, and after less than two days, Thirteen was alive again, and after the wound healed, Zheng Jun removed the thread. Aside from the addition of three centipede-like scars on his chest and abdomen, Thirteen was completely indistinguishable from before the injury.