A large camp of wounded soldiers not far from the pier.

Many wounded soldiers who can walk around on their own or are supported or even carried by others are sent to the wounded soldiers' camp, and then there are Lang Zhong wearing robes and coats to treat them according to their priorities.

Thanks to the participation of Chunyang Palace in the war, the young and strong soldiers who were used as cannon fodder in the past have a doctor who is responsible for treatment, and many people can survive.

Because he didn't dare to let Bai Yujun, who had never studied medical skills, treat the seriously injured, he arranged to treat the lightly injured.

Last night, the rebels attacked the military camp on a certain island, and many wounded were sent this morning, and the few Lingxu disciples were busy with the local Langzhong, and there were screams everywhere with blood.

Fortunately, the cloth strips are enough and the herbs are sufficient, thanks to the efforts and money of the powerful families in the southeastern states.

The huge tent was busy, and a few more people helped a wounded soldier in.

"Doctor...... Help my brother......"

Four soldiers supported a wounded soldier standing in the big tent and shouted nervously, the wounded soldier who was supported was covered in blood and was still awake, and the doctors were busy and no one came to help.

"Doctor...... Doctor...... Please save my brother......"

The strong man with the tiger's back and the bear's waist pleaded with tears on his face, but Dr. Langzhong was treating the seriously injured and couldn't spare his hands.

At this moment, a white figure with a ponytail appeared next to him.

"I'll come on, put him on that table. ”

Bai Yujun pointed to the table used to treat the wounds, and several strong soldiers hurriedly carried the wounded soldiers over and put them down, looking at this beautiful little girl and not knowing whether to believe in her medical skills.

"Doctor, please save our brother, he was stabbed several times by those turtle sons......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by Bai Yujun raising his hand, and he kept making noises that affected the treatment of the wound.

Then the GIs saw that the little girl was treating the wound in a way that had never been seen before, and that the little hands were busy with great speed, and that they were not in a hurry to bandage them.

First, wrap a rope around the injured leg to prevent excessive blood loss, then wash the wound with water in a bottle, check the location and depth of the knife wound, find the most seriously injured wound, and check whether there is a broken blood vessel.

"Fortunately, the blood vessels are not broken, and they should be able to save their lives, and it is up to you how your legs are. ”

Pour spirits to clean the wound to prevent infection, pull out a needle from the cuff, thread the cotton thread, sew the clothes under the frightened eyes of several soldiers, stitch by stitch to close the wound, every time the cotton thread is pulled hard, the wounded soldier will tremble, quickly stitch and finally tie the knot, and take out scissors from the pocket of the clothes to cut the cotton thread, sprinkle a layer of wound powder and wrap it with cloth strips.

The two larger wounds were prepared in the same way, and the small wounds were directly covered with a layer of medicinal powder.

"Okay, let's take it away, remember to come and change the dressing every afternoon. ”

"Thank you, doctor...... Thank you, doctor......"

Waving his hand, Bai Yujun continued to pick up the new wounded for treatment.

In fact, here or in this era, Bai Yujun's treatment methods are at a very high level, and it is not very difficult to learn to do this, as long as you have been exposed to the knowledge of trauma treatment, you can do it very well, others just sprinkle a layer of medicine powder and wrap it up, after all, the times and consciousness restrictions can't do much.

Just by virtue of Bai Yujun's stitches just now, it is enough to make many old stubborn old scholars scold, the parents who suffer from the body and skin must not be damaged, and the beginning of filial piety, this sentence is not a casual talk.

Wash the blood on your hands in a nearby basin of water, and wash your hands after each treatment to prevent infection.

It's very painful to do this job, facing the smell of blood and flesh all day long is torture for an eighteen-meter-long white snake, and there is always an uncontrollable urge to eat the wounded in one bite, the smell of blood continues to stimulate his extremely keen sense of smell, and several times Bai Yujun's eyes turned back to vertical pupils, almost scaring the wounded who did not die on the battlefield.

Under the continuous training, Bai Yujun's medical skills are getting higher and higher.

In charge of managing the wounded soldiers, Lang Zhong is a senior sister Lingxu, who looks to be in her thirties, named Xu Yue, and her medical skills are very powerful, and after seeing Bai Yujun's treatment methods, she quickly learned and made many professional improvements, saving more seriously injured people.

Several soldiers brought in a wounded soldier with a wounded abdomen.

Senior Sister Xu Yue looked at the wound, it couldn't be cured, her stomach was cut, although her intestines were not broken, but it was stained with a lot of dust, and in Bai Yujun's words, she would die of infection in a short time, she was very young, and she looked less than twenty years old.

"I can't save it, let's carry it out. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old soldier who carried the wounded soldier in knelt down in front of Xu Yue.

"Doctor...... My son is still alive...... Please, save him...... He's only seventeen years old......"

Xu Yue shook her head and turned around to leave, but was pulled by the old man's sleeve.

"Please, doctor, help...... I'm kowtowing to you......"

The old soldier immediately kowtowed desperately, his head hit the ground all at once, the other two soldiers looked sad, and the young wounded soldier lying on the wooden board shouted that he didn't want to die, Xu Yue was very helpless, this kind of injury was really difficult to save, and every day someone knelt in front of him and begged him to save people, very helpless.

was about to refuse, but suddenly saw Bai Yujun just bandaging a wounded person washing his hands.

"Yujun, come over here. ”

Bai Yujun nodded and wiped his hands, came to look at the guy, a dark and sturdy guy, the wound on his abdomen was full of mud, which should have been caused by a fight and a fall while killing the enemy.

"Can you save him, there's nothing I can do. ”

It's not that the monks don't have a good healing medicine that can cure it, but the medicine is very precious and the quantity is not much, and it is for the monks to be injured, and it is impossible to give it to an ordinary big-headed soldier, and the world of cultivating immortals is more realistic.

"Please...... Please......" The old man was still kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

Bai Yujun sighed.

"I'll try, I'll give it a chance, he's still young. ”

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this, in his opinion, as long as these fairies were willing to take action, there were no people who could not be saved, and he was just about to say thank you when Bai Yujun raised his hand to stop him, and there was no time to waste at this time.

Carefully looked inside the wound, and the intestines were sticky with dust.

"I'm going to clean him, I'm going to move him to the back, I'm going to move two jars of wine. ”

The old man and the other two soldiers carried the wounded soldiers to another tent in the back, Bai Yujun went to the supplies and received two jars of liquor and took a lot of cotton, to be honest, Bai Yujun had never done this kind of major surgery and had no experience, but he couldn't watch the young man die, so he could only do his best to obey the fate of heaven, and treat it as a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

The young man snorted.

Bai Yujun directly broke his mouth and poured a few large sips of liquor, which was regarded as anesthesia.

"A few of you, hold his arms and legs and don't move, otherwise you will definitely die, hold it down!"

"Huh?"

The old man stepped forward and held down the young man.

I washed my hands and arms with liquor, took a few deep breaths, and stepped forward to do ......