Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 2183 Medical Account

Bai Shan followed the first batch of wounded soldiers. He immediately washed his hands. Then he didn't know where to take out three underwear. He gave one to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan, and then he also surrounded one. .

  He went to find Man Bao while pulling his sleeves.

  Man Bao was standing in front of a built-up wooden bed and cutting off the clothes on a person. He saw him coming in and said: "You come and give me a hand, Liru, you go to deal with a patient by yourself."

   Seeing that she was a little flustered, knowing that she had not treated the patient, I was afraid that she would be flustered, and said: "The one who picks the injury will be dealt with first, and the others will be handed over to me and the military doctor."

I am afraid that the military doctor’s medical skills are not as good as last week’s Liru, but he is more experienced. No matter what his medical skills, he is not flustered, his hands are not trembling, he should stop bleeding, he should be prescribed medicine, and he is proceeding in an orderly manner, although he can stop bleeding. The methods are not very smart, and the prescriptions prescribed are not very good.

But the latter has a prescription that Manbao prescribed in advance. In the former, the injured patient was chopped off his arm or leg, as well as his back and stomach. One of them was chopped on the neck with a single knife. It's a little bit, mostly on the shoulders, but when it's delivered, people are almost out of order.

  So at this time, I don’t pay attention to how clever medical skills are. I just need to stop the bleeding quickly and quickly, and save my life before I can say anything else.

  Man Bao pressed the cut in her neck, and stopped her hand when halfway through the bleeding stopped. She paused, raised her head and said to Bai Shan: "No need."

   Then turned his head and said to the obedient veteran: "Next, bring up the man whose stomach was chopped up first."

  The veteran suggested, "My lord, first save the minor injuries. Although they will send the surviving ones, we have to make choices. These... are usually the last resort."

  Yes, military doctors generally choose to start treatment from the middle disease, and then the slightly injured, but the severely injured. If he can live to make time to save him, then he will be saved.

  Because serious injury means death is very likely, so they will give the hope of survival to moderate and mild injuries first.

  Man Baodao: "They have a very high survival rate here, and they will be sent to Zhou Liru with minor injuries."

  Bai Shan said to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan who were standing aside: "You go and fight Liru."

  Bai Erlang is still familiar with medical theory, and Zhou Liru can find out what medicine he wants. Liu Huan is basically blind, so she can only hold it while holding it, and she can pass the scissors to the scissors.

  The veteran who was obeyed in the medical account had no choice but to carry him over with a cut in his stomach, and put him on the wooden board.

  There are a total of three wooden boards in the medical tent, all of which are made of high stones, and then put the wooden boards on them, not high or low, just convenient for them to move.

  He was stabbed in the stomach, and his intestines flowed out.

  Because of the many injuries, more injuries will surely be sent later, so we can’t be as particular about here as in Beijing.

  Man Bao frowned, but didn't ask for more. Teacher Mo once talked about the psychological adjustment of doctors during the two-class war.

  At that time, he said one sentence and she remembered deeply, “As a doctor, you must know how to adjust yourself in a timely manner, and give up some in a specific environment in order to maximize your benefits.”

  Now, it’s not the time to be particular, at least the Liangzhou Army’s medical account does not yet have the ability to meet her requirements.

  Man Bao picked up the scissors and quickly cut the clothes on his body, Bai Shan threw the clothes aside, turned around to get hot water...

  Man Bao threw the cut intestines into a wooden barrel, carefully stuffed the processed intestines back into his stomach, and then quickly stitched them up after receiving the stitches made by Bai Shan.

  Wait for her to sew, Bai Shan began to take over the medicine bandage, Man Bao looked for a while, and after making sure that he could do it independently, he pulled out the needle from the patient, and turned to another wooden bed to see the medical patient.

  The military doctor had just dealt with a minor injury, and the person was bandaged and sent away. At this time, he sent a thigh that was severely chopped, and he took a saw and was about to saw his leg.

  Man Bao couldn't help but stop when he saw it. After checking it, he said: "The legs can be kept."

   "No way, not to mention that it is difficult to heal afterwards, but now, if he doesn't saw his legs off, he can't stop the blood, he can't live much time."

  Man Bao asked him with a needle to stop the bleeding, "How do you stop the bleeding after sawing it?"

   "Fire."

  Man Bao frowned, not to say that this method is not good, but not very good, she said: "After sawing the legs, there is also the risk of decay, and the survival rate is not high."

"I know," the military doctor said without knowing how many people's legs have been sawed in the past four or five years, "but it is better than leg guards. After sawing the legs, ten of them can survive two, without sawing their legs, ten even Half of them won’t survive."

  Man Baodao: "I can stop the bleeding, first protect his legs, and then see if there is no sign of surviving after three days."

  The military doctor knew she was talking about legs, but the veteran on the side didn’t know. He was shocked and said: "If people are dead, do they want to saw their legs?"

  The military doctor waved his hand, "Go, we are talking about legs, not humans, so hurry up and boil the medicine, the medicine you boil is too slow."

  The veteran was aggrieved, "All the stoves and pots are used, but I can watch ten pots one by one, and I have to have a pot for me."

  The pot with the army is not very big. One pot can boil medicine for up to five people. He has tried his best, OK?

  Man Bao had already begun to bury her head in treating the wounds on her thighs, and soon began to sew up. Seeing the military doctor’s piercing eyes, she began to sew while explaining...

   Zhou Liru's speed was slower, but fortunately, it was sent to her with relatively minor injuries, but they would be dragged off the battlefield. No matter how light they were, they would be pulled down only when they lost their combat power.

  Like the kind of place where it is not critical, the bleeding volume is not fierce, and it is basically not up to the standard of the next battlefield.

  She was in charge of a patient for the first time, and she was still a little panicked. Bai Erlang handed her scissors and scrubbed the wound while muttering: "Can you do it? If this piece of meat is dead, don't you cut it off?"

  Liu Huan saw that her forehead was sweating, so he wiped the sweat from her forehead with a veil, and said to Bai Erlang: "Shut up, you, can you say something less?"

  Zhou Liru concentrated all his attention, completely ignored the two of them, removed the bad flesh from the wounded patient, and started stitching...

  Human meat and pig meat are still very different. Zhou Liru took a few stitches to find the feeling, and his heart calmed down slowly, the movements on his hands became much smoother, and he gradually became better...

  Man Baocai took care of the patient with a thigh injury. Two soldiers hurried in carrying a stretcher and shouted: "This is our army. He fell off the horse..."

  Man Bao turned around to look, just glanced at the sidewalk and said: "Put it on the bed, he was trampled on by a horse? Is there any injury on his body?"

  The military doctor glanced at him and said, "No more..."

  After speaking, the person on the stretcher closed his eyes.

  Man Bao stretched out his hand and touched the opponent's neck, it was indeed dysfunctional.

  　See you at nine in the evening

  (End of this chapter)