The Great Tang: World Martial God

Maybe it's been a long time in the camp of the sprained soldiers.

When I entered the camp of the bruised soldiers, I felt that the hot sweat from the eyes and nose was not so big.

The injuries here are obviously serious. Except for a dozen people with scabs, the remaining six people have more or less signs of suppuration.

The most serious is a burly man with dense hair and sharp muscles on the fine porcelain arms.

An inch-long opening on the right arm tore the epidermis, the skin and flesh opened, and the polyp inside had a faint fishy smell.

In the summer heat, the wound was soaked in sweat and contaminated with sand, gravel and dust in the air. It is very easy to be infected. This big man is the best example.

Thinking that his injury was serious, Tang Hao let the other soldiers come first.

When squeezing out the first soldier's pustule, Tang Hao had a faint sign of rolling in his stomach.

After all, he is not a professional doctor, and this kind of vicious scene will not be able to adapt to it for a while.

Frowning, disinfecting the two soldiers with alcohol twice, Tang Hao shouted.

"Call the general doctor, find some clean gauze, and squeeze out the pus through the gauze."

"I will sterilize everyone one by one, and don't touch it with your hands after applying it! This will prevent it from purging again."

Tang Hao understood that it was a waste of effort to give these brash men some common medical knowledge, and simply ordered them.

"If someone can't take care of the wound in the future, and if it becomes suppurative again, he will receive a fifty-fifth board first."

While disinfecting the soldiers in line, Tang Hao only felt that his back was suddenly hot.

Turning back, an old man churned a piece of red-hot iron in the stove with iron tongs.

Almost subconsciously, Tang Hao blurted out.

"What are you doing?"

The old man picked up the iron block and sighed.

"Dingbeihou, the soldier's wound has deteriorated. If he doesn't treat it, his entire arm will be abolished!"

"The old man was forced to use this burning method to hold his fist for his life."

Tang Hao didn't say much, put the porcelain bottle in his hand into the old man's hand, said.

"You can smear the wounds of these soldiers. I will heal these soldiers."

While speaking, Cheng Chumo opened the small wooden box in his hand, and Tang Hao took out a chic one-finger wide dagger and put it in the stove to roast it.

The old man with a dull face explained.

"The alcohol you hold in your hand has the effect of preventing wounds from festering."

"When you encounter this kind of injury in the future, you must clean the wound and wipe it with alcohol repeatedly to prevent the wound from getting worse."

Between the words, take out the dagger and wait for it to cool down.

Although there is alcohol, this ancient high-temperature disinfection method is not used, but after all, there are only half of the precious alcohol in the Tang Dynasty at this time.

Tang Hao definitely wouldn't be extravagant, and disinfected the dagger with alcohol.

In the curious eyes of everyone, Tang Hao held the dagger and slightly opened the wound.

Fortunately, the polyp in the wound did not have purulent eyes, but some dead flesh, showing signs of purulent.

This scene reminded Tang Hao of the allusion about bone scraping and healing.

Considering the pain that the soldier will endure in front of him later, Tang Hao changed the subject.

"Marchs and wars are unavoidable, and you even have to sacrifice your life. Why do you want to join the army?"

The soldier on the other side took a deep breath and slowly fell into the memory, muttering.

"My family is poor, and my mother is weak, relying on needlework to make a living, earning a few copper plates..."

"There is also a five-year-old sister..."

While babbling, Tang Hao slowly moved the knife, deep into the wound, slowly scratching the surrounding dead flesh, bit by bit.

There was an answer without a word to guide him, bringing the soldiers' thoughts flying everywhere.

Although he had diverted his attention, when the last bit of dead flesh was cut out, the soldier was already drenched, his face was pale, and the ground in front of him was soaked.

Tang Hao took out the embroidery needle polished yesterday, soaked it in alcohol for disinfection, took a small piece of gauze with tweezers, and dipped it in alcohol to clean his wound.

Alcohol invaded the wound, the soldiers shook visibly, gritted their teeth, and did not groan.

Tang Hao put on the silk thread again and again, and started to tremble again and started stitching together. He really admired the man in his heart.

People who can not say a word under the pain of this kind of heart-wrenching pain are either firm-willed or extremely strong in endurance.

The old man next to him opened his eyes and looked at Tang Hao tweezing his needle and thread to mending the wound, which was quite similar to the mending clothes, and he was shocked.

The technique of suturing can be regarded as the top medical technique at present. Tang Hao is only in his twenties, so he knows such skills?

If the wound is not large, the ancients often would not perform suture surgery, mainly because there is no disinfectant, which will cause the wound to fester and become suppurative.

The old man just wanted to remind him, and he looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, he was more curious, and he wanted to wait for Tang Hao to finish asking questions.

In the gurgling blood, Tang Hao wiped the blood and sutured the wound.

For the first time operating in this different world, I was really a little nervous, and under the seemingly calm face, he was actually like this former soldier, fearful.

In the end, the last stitch was stitched while holding his breath, and Tang Hao slowly breathed out.

When he lifted his forehead, he realized that he was also sweating profusely.

The old man was instructed to clean the wound again, and then wrap the hemostatic herbs, before Tang Hao sat down on the wooden board.

The first suture operation was completely completed.