"Come here, go to the military camp and borrow a doctor to treat the injury!"

Zhang Junlin casually pointed to a soldier guarding the city and asked him to take his badge and go to the military camp to borrow someone.

He asked the Xi Chu generals who had gathered to disperse.

"If you squeeze together, it will affect his breathing. You two go get a bucket of cold water! Cool him down physically first!"

Zhang Junlin specifically referred to two relatively high-ranking generals, so as to save time when doing work.

His medical knowledge was limited and he was limited to physical cooling and taking antipyretics for fever.

"Physical cooling?"

The two looked at each other, not understanding what this meant.

But they knew this was a good opportunity to escape.

But... seeing Yang Kai lying on the ground in a coma, the two of them picked up the bucket next to the iron pot and rushed to the river a mile away.

The secret interaction between the two naturally did not escape Zhang Junlin's eyes.

He didn't bother to speculate on the psychological activities of the two of them.

Anyway, I can get back, and Yang Kai can be saved.

Unable to come back, he went to chase the people, and the three of them returned to Xichu together.

You decide your own destiny.

"Prince Zhang, the water is here."

The fifth-level high-grade warrior's footsteps are indeed fast enough, and he can go back and forth in less than half a cup of tea.

hiss!

Zhang Junlin tore off two pieces of black cloth from his inner clothes and threw them into the bucket. After taking off Yang Kai's clothes, he took out the wet cloth and twisted it until no water dripped, and put it under his armpit.

Once the coolness on the rag disappears, replace it with a new wet cloth.

After alternating like this, the blush on Yang Kai's face faded a little.

"Prince Zhang, why don't you just pour a basin of cold water on him? We used to go straight to the river and soak in the river to relieve fever, but this is more effective."

"Yeah, it's so troublesome, let's just carry him to the river."

Zhang Junlin heard the words of this group of Western Chu generals whose medical knowledge was more limited than his own, and saw that they were speaking seriously. They didn't have any grudges against Yang Kai, and they really wanted to be the boss.

Don't carry Yang Kai into the river for water burial, just carry the coffin and bury it on the spot.

"If you can go and soak in the river by yourself, it means that the burn is not serious. His wound has suppurated and is burned to the inside. Taking a cold bath at this time is like pouring ice water into a brazier."

"It is extremely hot and then suddenly cooled down. A brazier will explode if it is not handled properly. The human body is much more fragile than a brazier."

After listening to his metaphor, the Xichu generals suddenly realized and gave up the idea of ​​soaking their comrades in water.

They were ten steps away, squatting in rows next to each other, staring nervously at Yang Kai's situation, not even bothering to eat.

Zhang Junlin saw this group of Western Chu generals who had good intentions and did bad things, and thought that even the higher-status warriors had such poor knowledge in medicine.

I can't help but worry about how the soldiers and people of Jinling will survive this war when there is a lack of medical treatment.

"Royal brother!"

Two quarters of an hour later.

Zhang Junyuan personally drove an old man over fifty years old and carrying a medicine box on his back.

"This is military doctor Lao Zhao, who has the best medical skills in the entire military camp."

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone in Xichu looked at the siblings with gratitude.

"Meet His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Zhang Junlin didn't wait for Old Zhao to kneel down, picked him up, and dragged him to Yang Kai.

"He suffered from inflammation and suppuration caused by infection from the knife wound, accompanied by high fever and chills. I used a wet cloth to cool down, and the effect was pretty good. Should I treat the injury or reduce the fever first?"

Lao Zhao finished checking the wound while he was explaining.

Seeing the pus oozing to the point of ulceration, Lao Zhao looked embarrassed.

Immediately afterwards, he put his fingers on Yang Kai's wrist to feel the pulse and temperature.

After waiting for a long time, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"His Royal Highness's method of reducing fever is very effective. He doesn't have a fever now. The civilians will treat his injuries first."

Yeah?

Zhang Junlin glanced at Yang Kai, whose lips were burned white and cracked.

Thinking that he was a layman, he could only let Lao Zhao take care of it.

Crack!

Lao Zhao opened the medicine box and took out a sharp needle knife stained with blood.

Before Zhang Junlin could react, he pointed the tip of the knife at Yang Kai's festering wound.

"Ouch!"

Yang Kai, who was in a coma, screamed at the top of his lungs and his body began to tremble.

Zhang Junyuan was experienced in treating knife wounds and had already restrained the injured person before the treatment could be affected.

Old Zhao used his white knife and red knife to pick out the pus on the ground, and cut off the inflamed and rotten flesh.

Finally, he took out a packet of medicinal powder the size of a fingernail, and sprinkled it roughly on the new, large wound.

"The medicinal powder contains Saponaria sinensis, Angelica dahurica, Sophora sinensis, Houttuynia cordata... and other medicinal herbs, which can dispel wind and relieve inflammation, reduce swelling and expel pus... and have many effects."

"It's the wound medicine prepared by Tai's Hospital, and it works."

Zhang Junlin heard Old Zhao's stuttering explanation and understood the half-heartedness of this military doctor.

He should be someone who knows some medicinal materials or understands some pharmacology, so he was recruited as a last resort to fill the gap.

He glanced at Yang Kai, who was lying on the ground like a slaughtered pig, with blood and flesh falling off, and his body was trembling.

There is no other way but to hope that Yang Kai can survive.

"Brother Emperor, something has happened here. I will take Old Zhao back to the military camp first. In addition to the injured soldiers, there are also many refugees and patients who have traveled long distances in the camp and need medical treatment."

Zhang Junlin saw the eldest sister's tired face and asked with concern.

"Are there many injured and sick people?"

"Nearly 2,000 people were injured, and the number of patients... exceeded 10,000. Most of them were refugees from other places. They had eaten their stomachs due to hunger for days and had high fevers that would not go away."

More than 10,000!

Upon hearing this number, Zhang Junlin's heart sank.

Then Lao Zhao took out another bag of wound medicine and was debating whether to give it or not.

I understand that apart from the lack of doctors, the supply of medicine should be running out soon.

"Sister, patients with high fever are treated in different levels. If the fever is not severe, use my method to cool down. If the fever is severe, take medicine. The elderly and children are given priority. Adults... can bear it first, and pay attention to observation."

"This will also free up some people to go up the mountain to collect herbs and make medicines. Lao Zhao, you are a professional. It is up to you to select and control the people in this field."

Zhang Junlin knows that in the eyes of doctors, illnesses are not classified into serious or serious conditions, and there are no young or old on the road to hell.

But special times can only be treated with special treatment.

"If anyone is dissatisfied, let them come to me in person and I will treat them."

"His Royal Highness, can you still treat illnesses?"

Lao Zhao was pleasantly surprised.

Now one more doctor can save hundreds of lives!

Zhang Junlin sneered silently: "I don't know how to cure diseases, but I can kill people."

"..."

Lao Zhao, who understood the implication, was very alert.

I know that in addition to facing the difficulties of treating diseases, I also have to expend energy to suppress the anger of patients.

It's so hard to be a human being.

Being a doctor is even harder!

"Any more questions?"

Facing Zhang Junlin's inquiry, Lao Zhao shook his head like a rattle.

Although the methods of preparing medicinal materials are mostly in the hands of imperial hospitals and private medical clinics, the medicinal fields are also owned by the powerful.

Half-timers like them are just stealing from teachers, accumulating experience in treating diseases and injuries, and can only rely on luck to identify mature herbal medicines.
To be continued...