Struggle in the Steam Age

It has to be said that as the central city in the largest industrial zone of the White Eagle Federation, the overall level and condition of this field hospital are considered top-notch under the conditions of this era. Therefore, Lawrence pointed out some small problems in the disinfection process of five or six similar medical personnel based on his memory, and then he planned to follow the stretcher team to the front line to see.

"Are you going to the front line?" When he and the stretcher team were about to go to the pier to board and pass each other, he heard the policeman who had led them ask, "Do you need us to send someone to protect you?"

"Thank you, but it doesn't need to be so troublesome." Lawrence patted the pistol on his waist lightly and said, after deciding to go to the front line, he is now fully armed, with one long, two short and three guns hanging on his body. "As an official-level spellcaster, it won't be dangerous to follow the stretcher team to the front line, please rest assured!"

Ten minutes after the steam barge weaved its way through the winding man-made canal, they reached a breakwater. At this time, there was a sound of artillery firing in the distant mist, and at the same time, there was a little bit of fire on the water surface.

"We're here." The captain shouted to Lawrence and the others on the deck through the brass horn in the wheelhouse. At the same time, several figures appeared on the breakwater, grabbed the cables thrown by the sailors and tied them to the fixed stakes. , and then a springboard with a two-meter wide-band rope guardrail was put on the ship.

There is only one purpose of using this super-standard springboard, and that is to facilitate the transportation of the wounded. But from another point of view, this thing is also convenient for these doctors who are not suitable for life on board to get on and off the ship.

"You guys came just in time." A blood-stained lieutenant stood on the shore and said to the people on the ship, "It just so happens that we have a group of wounded who just arrived and need to be transported."

After speaking, he took Lawrence and the others to one end of the breakwater, followed the path on the breakwater to the hill at the end of the breakwater and turned a corner. A small temporary hospital made of tents appeared in front of Lawrence and the others.

"Here it is." The lieutenant led Lawrence and the others to one of these tents and lifted the curtain. A bloody smell rushed into everyone's nostrils.

"Why don't the wounded be temporarily treated and classified first?" Seeing the wounded wounded in various rags lying on the ground of the tent, Lawrence immediately turned his head and asked the lieutenant who sent them over. "If everything required a few doctors here, they wouldn't be able to keep up."

"Which one are you?" After hearing Lawrence's words, the lieutenant, who should be someone in charge here, turned his head to look at Lawrence and asked, "Why have I never seen you before?"

After hearing the officer's inquiry, Lawrence immediately took out the letter of commission from his arms, but before he handed it over to the officer, the captain of the stretcher team sent by the hospital took the initiative to explain to Lawrence. "He is the medical and logistics inspector just appointed by the command, and he is also a member of the Federal Academy of Sciences."

Speaking of which, the doctor paused for a moment to think. Then he explained, "It was he who put forward the theory of disinfecting wounds before, and thanks to that theory we have saved many wounded."

"So it was you." After listening to the doctor's explanation, the officer looked at Lawrence with respect, and then took a step forward to walk in front of Lawrence and raised his right hand in salute. "Thanks to the disinfection theory you put forward, several of my good brothers were able to successfully save their limbs and lives. I thank you on their behalf."

"This is what I should do." Seeing the other party walk in front of him to salute, Lawrence quickly stood up straight, and then raised his hand to touch the brim of his hat to salute.

Because of this layer of relationship, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly eased up. The members of the stretcher team began to transport the wounded to a barge for evacuation to the war hospital according to the plan. At this time, Lawrence and Safir, led by the officer, began to inspect the tent hospital. Of course, Safir just stood behind Lawrence as a bodyguard.

After inspecting several tents, Lawrence found that the other tents were similar: the tents were full of wounded people, and the groans and the smell of blood filled the whole tent.

"Mr. August, it's not that we don't want to provide everyone with a better treatment plan. Every soldier is a brother to us, how can we ignore them?" Seeing Lawrence's face getting uglier, the officer He also told Lawrence helplessly about the problems he encountered. "But we really have no other choice."

"Is there no way?" Lawrence asked a little puzzled, "Are there no medical soldiers in the army?"

When he said this, Lawrence suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the word medical soldier did not exist in his mind, so in desperation he had to put together the words doctor and soldier to form a new vocabulary. .

"Medical—soldier." The officer in front of him was also taken aback. Although he had never heard of this word, he could probably guess what Lawrence was talking about from the two parts that make up the word, but there seemed to be some problems in his understanding. . "We also have military doctors, but the number is very small. After all, it is too difficult to train a doctor."

"No, no, I'm not talking about a doctor." Lawrence quickly explained. As someone who has experienced a complete medical education, he knows how difficult it is to train a real doctor. "The medical soldiers I'm talking about are not military doctors, but ordinary soldiers. To be precise, they are ordinary soldiers who have received simple medical training."

"Simple medical training, you mean—" The officer was very interested in Lawrence's proposal, probably because of Lawrence's achievements in medicine, so he had more confidence in Lawrence than Lawrence himself.

"That means selecting some smarter soldiers with quick hands and feet. Then teach them how to stop bleeding, disinfect, treat wounds, and move the wounded." Lawrence recalled the "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook" he had read in his previous life. mentioned above. "Because it's something very simple, it's quick to train."

"If that's the case, then let's try." Before the lieutenant in front of Lawrence had time to say anything, a major general with a golden epaulette on his shoulder with a gold star inlaid opened the door curtain and walked in.

"General Lee." Looking at the middle-aged general who walked into the tent, the lieutenant in front of Lawrence immediately raised his hand as a military salute. At the same time, Lawrence also took off his hat and put it on his left chest and bowed slightly.

"Okay, okay, now is not the time to pay attention to etiquette." General Li said to Lawrence and the others after returning the salute casually, then stared at Lawrence and asked, "Can you briefly introduce what medical soldiers can do?" What? I believe that what a member of the Commonwealth Science Society came up with is definitely not that simple."

"Thank you for your compliment, General." Lawrence said with a smile, "Actually, in my plan, these medical soldiers have other uses besides mastering simple methods of wound treatment and evacuating the wounded, such as guiding everyone to perform sanitation. Regulations, such as the promotion of various hygiene knowledge, such as the inspection of various food hygiene, and the detection of signs of the prevalence of various infectious diseases."

"That sounds great." General Lee nodded, and then asked a more important question. "But how long does it take to train like this?"

"Then you need to see how far you have learned and who has learned it?" Lawrence said, "If it is an extraordinary person who studies, and only learns knowledge related to trauma management, then one morning is enough. But ordinary people want to It will take at least two months to learn the full set.”

"Understood." General Lee thought for a while and patted Lawrence on the shoulder. "I will find some people for you. You can help train a group of medical soldiers who only have the knowledge of trauma management."