Zhang San taught everyone how to carry the injured in different situations. Due to time constraints, Zhang San could not cover everything, so he could only use indoctrination to make an impression on these people.
"Next, you have to practice, and I will watch from the side." After Zhang San finished speaking, he said to everyone.
As a result, the soldiers passing by couldn't help but wonder, what were these soldiers with red ribbons on their shoulders doing with nothing to do? Two people were carrying a stretcher, and there was a person lying on it, running around.
"Your method is right, but it is too slow. Who gives you so much time to do this on the battlefield? Time is life. Speed up." Zhang San walked to a group of soldiers and commented after watching their entire transport process.
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"You... stop, what are you doing? There are patients and wounded people up here. What are you doing there, please be serious."
"Who told you to show off alone? Why don't you just play with the princess? If two people carry you, your legs will be useless."
Zhang San shuttled among the crowd, roaring from time to time.
Xu Shuncai also joined the training. Although he was sweating profusely from exhaustion, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
"Do you think this is boiled water? Even if you use it like this, no amount of white wine will be enough." Zhang San saw two soldiers practicing disinfection and bandaging wounds, poured half a bottle of water up at once, and stopped him sternly.
"Zhang Captain, this is water, not wine." The man retorted in a low voice.
"Water, water is free. Please be serious. Remember this is not a drill. If you develop this wasteful habit now, you will do it inadvertently in the future."
When the soldier saw Captain Zhang getting angry, he didn't dare to refute, and quickly apologized and said he wouldn't dare to do it next time.
"Old Xu, please take a break!" Zhang San saw Xu Shuncai sweating profusely and shouted at him.
Maybe he had reached the limit of his body, so Xu Shun put down the stretcher and walked over, rubbing his waist.
"Old man, it's useless. I think I was just like those young men back then. I was very energetic and could travel eight hundred miles a day without taking a break." Xu Shuncai recalled the past.
Zhang San almost laughed out loud when he heard this. You still travel eight hundred miles a day. You think you are a thousand-mile horse!
Xu Shuncai was only in his forties, but according to the average age of the Tang Dynasty, which was around thirty, Xu Shicai could also be considered an "elderly".
"Old Xu, I think you are still getting stronger as usual. Sit here and take a rest." Zhang San said with a smile.
After these few days of getting along, Zhang San and Xu Shuncai became familiar with each other, and their names became casual.
"I wish you could have come to the military camp earlier, mistress. Alas! You don't know how pitiful those injured soldiers were. I know how you can't cope with them these days. Many of them were only slightly injured, but unfortunately they died later.
There are a lot of people here! Every time I think about this, I can’t sleep at night.”
Hearing Xu Shuncai's sigh, Zhang San also lamented that according to the medical standards in ancient times, even a fever and cold could kill someone, let alone those seriously injured soldiers.
There were so many people in Zhangjia Village who joined the army, and many of those who were lucky enough to survive were also disabled, such as Zhang Fugui, who was entrusted with important tasks by Zhang San.
"The chants are shouting, you are running like this, are you afraid that the wounded will fall? The stretcher will be lifted crookedly." Zhang San stood up and shouted at several soldiers who were not well trained.
"Old Xu, don't be sad, this is life! From now on, we will train a group of medical soldiers who can adapt to the battlefield so that the tragedies you mentioned will never happen again." Zhang San pulled Old Xu and said,
The two stood up and continued to supervise the soldiers' training.
Zhang San has not seen Cheng Chumo for two days. He heard that he went to the border town.
The wars in the north became more and more frequent. Although the Turks had their hometown stolen by Li Jing, they were not willing to admit defeat. Jieli Khan ordered some small tribes to harass and attack the borders of the Tang Dynasty.
Li Jing and Xu Shiji have led the army into the territory of the Turks and are chasing Jieli towards Qikou.
Zhang San originally wanted to continue to strengthen the training of these medical soldiers, but as the war began, many wounded were sent back to the camp every day.
The training plan originally prepared by Zhang San had to be changed to allow these trainee medical soldiers to join in treating the wounded.
"Ah! My legs!"
"Hiss! The Turks of Niangxipi, I will definitely go back to seek revenge on you."
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts..."
Zhang San's ears were filled with all kinds of screams. Fortunately, Zhang San had been in the emergency department before, otherwise he would not have been able to stand the screams that filled the room and the smell of blood.
"Be patient, big man, call me Hammer." Zhang San was stitching up the wound on a soldier's stomach. The soldier was moaning and screaming like a dissolute bitch. Zhang San He said angrily.
"Xiao San, come quickly, there is a serious injury here." Xu Shuncai's hands were covered with blood, he pressed the chest of a soldier and shouted to Zhang San.
Zhang San looked back and saw that half of the man's body was stained red. Lao Xu couldn't handle it alone, so he quickly called a trainee medical soldier, handed him the unfinished stitches and said, "I'll leave the rest to you. "
After saying that, without waiting for the soldier to speak, he quickly ran to Lao Xu.
Although this medical soldier had practiced on his own, he was holding a needle and thread but did not know how to inject it.
The soldier looked at the medical soldier next to him who was obviously more nervous than him, and said uneasily: "How about I wait for Dr. Zhang, and you bandage the others first?"
When the soldier heard this, he snorted and said, "Who are you looking down on? I have good skills. I was just checking Doctor Zhang's needlework."
After saying that, he gritted his teeth and continued to suture the wound.
"Ah! Damn, please be gentler..." Suddenly the soldier let out a scream.
Zhang San came to the dying soldier. He couldn't be too particular at this time and asked Lao Xu to continue to hold the wound and sprinkle hemostatic medicine.
Zhang San began to quickly sew up the wound, while Erwazi clumsily wiped Zhang San's sweat with a handkerchief.
"Xiao San, this person fainted from pain." Xu Shuncai said worriedly.
"There is no other way. The conditions are simple. Let's stop the bleeding first. This man probably lost too much blood. Unfortunately, there is no way to test the blood type here, otherwise..." Before Zhang San could finish what he said, another batch of wounded people came over.
"Why are there suddenly so many wounded people? Are we also having a large-scale exchange of fire with the Turks here?" Zhang San said with a frown.
"Sir, it seems that a Turkic tribe fought with our people in the border town. These wounded people should all come from the border town." Erwazi whispered from the side.
Hearing that there was a fight in the border town, Zhang San was very worried about Cheng Chumo. All that boy could think about was being like his father, going into battle to kill the enemy and make achievements.