"Li Dapeng, go and sew his wounds according to the rules!"

Under the instructions of the military medical officer, as a medical staff member in the army, Li Dapeng hurriedly ran to a "operative bed". The soldier lying on it was injured by a knife on his thigh. Although he had a simple bandage after being injured, the effect was not good, and the wound was inflammatory, so he returned to the bandage and rebanded it, and the wound needs to be cleaned with strong alcohol again.

Li Dapeng took off the bandage a few times and could see that his wound was swollen and swollen. When he cut the sutured wound with scissors, some blood smudges surged out. Although he had never studied medicine and was originally a civilian in the military, after a long period of training and in Jiangyin, Li Dapeng learned some of the most basic methods of wound treatment. He learned the practices that the military once taught them, first cleaned the wound with strong alcohol, carefully cleaned the dirt in the wound, and finally cleaned the wound with concentrated salt water. After this repeated, he took the opportunity to sew it with ponytail thread when the wound was numb by salt water. Compared with twine, cotton thread and other lines, ponytail soaked with alcohol is more suitable for suturing the wound, and the surface will not be stained with bacteria.

After suturing the wound and carefully bandaging the wound, the wounded soldier immediately stood up and thanked him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,"

After living for more than 40 years, for Li Dapeng, he had never gained such gratitude and respect in the past and the military, and he had never gained such gratitude and respect. However, in this bandage, he could feel the sincere gratitude from the heart of the wounded soldiers, and even respected them as "Doctor". The sense of accomplishment that he had never had before had been rooted in his heart. It was precisely because of this that he worked harder when he worked, seriously sewing wounds for the injured soldiers and dealing with the trauma for them.

While he was dealing with the external trauma of the wounded soldiers, in a ward of the bandage office, Wu Wenping, wearing a plain Confucian robe, faced the already dizzy soldiers with his eyebrows locked. He was the nephew of the famous doctor in Jiangyin, Wu Shilong, who had been a disciple of his clinic for many years and was summoned to the camp as a medical officer in Jiangyin. Compared with ordinary doctors, he originally treated surgical trauma in the medical clinic, but in the clinic this was just a "small trick" that was not done by doctors. According to the famous doctors at this time, "external treatment is not favored by predecessors", this humble technique is naturally not done by famous doctors. Even for Wu Wenping, the reason why he learned this was just to learn a "cultivation technique".

But he never thought that after the Zhongyi Camp formed an army, the "Recruitment List" posted specifically named a doctor who was proficient in external governance, and he had a salary of 40 taels a month. Faced with such treatment, Wu Wenping, who had originally only made a living, naturally immediately summoned into the camp.

As a medical officer in the army, in addition to diagnosing and treating general diseases, what made Wu Wenping breathe the most relieved was probably the trauma diagnosis and treatment in the army. The "final skills" mentioned by Uncle Liu. Even here, he also learned a series of surgical techniques such as disinfection and suture.

And now, facing this unconscious wounded man, he became confused.

"In my opinion, I'm afraid the wound will be inflamed. Look, the wound is red and swollen..."

"But the wound has been treated very well, so why is it like this?"

"I'm afraid it's still insufficient qi and blood. In my opinion, I should first use donkey-hide gelatin to replenish blood. After replenishing qi and blood, the injury will naturally heal..."

Several medical officers of different ages surrounded the wounded, saying one by one. As they were saying this, someone heard someone say it.

"The pulse is so weak, it must be due to insufficient qi and blood. This coma must be due to the deficiency of qi and the incoming evil winds into the body..."

The person who spoke was Zhang Shiji, the only "doctor" in the army. Although he was just a doctor in the martial arts world, he still seemed very proud of a "fake doctor" like Wu Wenping.

"The stuttering masters in the world also know what cures diseases are!"

Zhang Shiji's sarcasm made Wu Wenping and others blush, but despite this, none of them refuted it. After all, in the clinic, they were just a doctor who was slightly higher than the disciples in the museum, and they were actually not doctors at all.

"If you don't understand it, don't say it out loud. You just want to laugh. You just want to be a doctor who runs around the world, but you're just a doctor!"

When Zhang Shiji spoke to mock them, he did not notice that there was someone standing outside the account. Zhu Mingzhong, who originally wanted to come to the account to see, naturally witnessed this scene.

He walked into the tent without showing any expression. Zhu Mingzhong, who had no expression on his face, did not intervene in the dispute between them, but walked straight to the injured and asked in surprise.

"What's going on with this wounded?"

Looking at the already stitched and swollen wound, a word emerged in his mind.

"Guss wound!"

Only gunshot wounds can make such holes.

"Military Gate!"

When Wu Wenping saw the person who suddenly walked in, he was stunned at first. Unexpectedly, the military gate would come to such a place and he hurriedly replied.

"Military, this man was injured by a gun. Although I, I have already sutured the wound according to the suture technique you taught in Jiangyin, who knew that the wound was red, swollen and inflamed, and the person fainted today. Dozens of soldiers injured by the gun were in a similar situation to his..."

lead poisoning!

After this possibility subconsciously emerged in his mind, Zhu Mingzhong asked again.

"Since he was injured by a gun, has the lead in his body been taken out?"

The answer was obviously no, and even Wu Wenping and others were surprised.

"Take lead, this lead, how can you get it in the body?"

While he was talking like this, Zhang Shiji even said charmingly.

"Military, why should I take out this lead? From the perspective of villains, this must be because the gun injury belongs to fire. Those who are in this will definitely surge, resulting in both qi and blood deficiency. Just use medicine to replenish qi and blood and reduce internal fire, and you will definitely get the effect..."

When Zhang Shiji once again took out his "internal treatment of trauma", Zhu Mingzhong frowned. He was not a doctor who studied medicine. There were also surgeons in ancient China, but these surgeons were not regarded as "doctors". They were even rejected by mainstream doctors. As for their surgical skills, they were despised as "subject skills", and there was also the saying that "sarcastic external treatment as a trick". A few well-known external treatment masters were rejected by the mainstream. Even in the clinic, the status of external treatment is extremely low. As for the "internal skills" that should have been cured and saved lives, it is not ashamed. In this case, how could the level of surgical technology be improved?

"Hmph, if you really do this, you may have really harmed these brothers who were injured by the gun!"

With a sarcastic voice, regardless of Zhang Shiji's extremely rare expression, Zhu Mingzhong ordered Wang Dahu, who was outside the account.

"Dahu, go to the mansion and get my clinic!"
Chapter completed!