The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 159: Holding the medicine in the left hand, pinching with the right.

It must be said that the twenty-odd women in the medical team are truly capable.

After watching a few doctors treat more than a dozen injured people, he dared to help with wound cleaning, suturing, and applying medicine.

Bold yet meticulous.

Without their help, the doctors would have been overwhelmed with the 380 seriously injured patients.

The wound suturing techniques of the State of Bei were quite advanced.

The doctors didn't use catgut sutures, but mulberry bark sutures.

The so-called mulberry bark thread.

It involves taking the root bark of a mulberry tree, peeling off the outer rough bark, and slowly tearing off the inner fibrous layer.

Then wrap each of the veins in the outer skin, smooth the fine thread seven times from beginning to end, take it out, make the thread smooth as silk, and put it away.

Normally, these threads should be kept moist and soft by placing them in a small bottle containing medicine.

When needed, take it out and steam it over boiling water. The thread will become soft and new. Thread it through a fine needle and you can suture the wound.

The biggest advantage of mulberry bark thread is that it does not require removal.

These fine filaments will grow into the flesh as the wound heals, becoming one with the human body.

Moreover, mulberry bark itself has mild medicinal properties and can also clear heat and detoxify, and promote wound healing.

This was the first time Gan Minglan had witnessed the suturing skills of a traditional Chinese medicine surgeon, and she was struck by the extraordinary dexterity of their hands.

Because the mulberry bark thread is as fine as a hair, the stitched wound is very smooth. You can imagine that after the wound heals, the scar left behind will be very fine and shallow.

I once again admire the wisdom of the ancients!

She herself wasn't very interested in the tasks that the medical team members were doing, but after watching for a while, she took on the task of brewing the medicine herself.

The external hemostatic medicines brought by the doctors in town were all very ordinary.

They also gave me several large bags of Chinese medicinal herbs used for clearing heat and detoxifying, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, relieving pain and stopping bleeding.

Traditional Chinese medicine principle: combine external application with internal administration; treat both the symptoms and the root cause.

Anyway, these people all have external injuries, enough to make a big pot of stew.

Of the 380-plus wounded, 52 were fatally wounded by arrows.

Even though it was so painful to pull out the arrow, they didn't struggle at all.

Several doctors shook their heads after looking at it: "We've done everything we can. Let's do our best and leave the rest to fate!"

They were still breathing.

Gan Minglan was unwilling to watch these lively young men go to meet the King of Hell.

She wiped her eyes.

In the herbal decoction prepared for them, 20ml of the essence of the sacred tree was added to each bowl.

This stuff is even better than Tiger Balm when taken orally.

She refused to believe that drinking this wouldn't be enough to snatch someone away from the King of Hell!

Unfortunately, the most seriously injured ones fell into a deep coma.

The senior doctor personally administered the medicine, his jaw clenched tightly.

Many of them were poured in from the left and flowed out from the right.

The old doctor was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Gan Minglan's heart ached so much she was clenching.

If these people keep messing around, all the divine wood essence she smuggled into the medicine bowl will be wasted.

She quickly stepped forward and took the bowl from the old doctor: "Let me try!"

The senior doctor already knew that she was now in charge of the entire team, so he didn't stop her.

But this incredibly beautiful woman's hand gestures were completely out of character for her.

Hold the medicine in your left hand and pinch it with your right.

He simply grabbed one of the boys and pried open his jaw.

It's open!
As a result, the flesh on his face was pinched until it turned blue.

"Hey, hey, ma'am, be gentle, be gentle!" The old doctor felt a pain in his cheek and couldn't help but want to speak up.

Gan Minglan's hands didn't stop; she had already begun administering medicine to the injured man. While doing so, she replied, "If we don't act ruthlessly now, he'll really die if we delay any longer!"

Several doctors and medical team members watched in disbelief as she performed a series of actions with incredible speed and skill.

Pinch open the mouth and pour it in.

Then I pressed on the Lianquan acupoint above the patient's Adam's apple and pressed until the patient had completely swallowed the medicine before I released my hand.

That's really rude.

The acupoint was pressed quite effectively.

Gan Minglan knew nothing about acupoints.

This is a technique that medical staff taught her when she went to a nursing home with her colleagues after she started working to give water to elderly people who had difficulty swallowing.

She used it subconsciously at that moment.

The senior doctors were amazed and wanted to learn.

But after trying for a long time, they still couldn't pry open the patient's jaw.

In the end, they all took over the job of pressing acupoints to help patients swallow their medicine.

Inside the post station.

Everyone was circling around the 380 seriously injured patients.

The villagers of Beicang Village had nowhere to even cry.

In last night's chaotic battle, more than a hundred villagers who were caught in the crossfire were killed.

They had all assumed that over three thousand bandits would be more than enough to deal with these few border guards.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

The bandits of Longpan Village are so useless!

What terrified the villagers was when they followed the trail of blood to the inner granary.

The dozens of bandits who tried to set fire to the granary died in a gruesome manner.

Anyway, anyone who saw the dead state of these bandits vomited uncontrollably.

They were very certain.

During the chaos, all six gates of the village were closed.

Who has the ability to run into the inner perimeter and massacre those dozens of bandits?
Those methods are not something a normal person would do!

The other side probably also saw that their entire village was helping the bandits.

Everyone is worried that this ruthless individual might seek revenge on the villagers!
Just moments before, they had been terrified by the bandits' miserable state.

Shortly after, the postmaster sent someone with alarming news.

"Little Sanzi, what did you say? These 600,000 shi of grain have already been sold to General Lai of Yuyang City?"

“Sir, our postmaster is your own nephew. How could he be lying? They sent the post station’s stablemen to inform Yuyang City. You need to think of a solution quickly.”

The villagers were filled with fear and dread.

To be honest, they weren't necessarily that afraid of offending the border troops.

However, Haijin Town is under the jurisdiction of Yuyang City.

Their tiny grain depot village, stealing from the General, how could they possibly survive?
After the messenger left the post station, the entire village was as if they had lost their parents.

Those who were even reasonably intelligent managed to muster their strength and say:
"The bandits have captured our children and elderly. How dare we fight them? Fortunately, a major disaster has not yet occurred. We must hurry and send those ten thousand bushels of grain back to the granary!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Not a single grain of wheat can be missing. The granary must be restored to its original state."

"When people from Yuyang City arrive, let the old people and women in the village kneel at the entrance and weep."

General Lai's name is indeed very useful.

News spread throughout Haijin Town that bandits were attempting to steal military rations belonging to Yuyang City.

The border troops who were wounded by bandits while protecting military supplies attracted attention from all sides.

The kitchen was piled high with chickens, eggs, and all kinds of seafood.

After the commander of the garrison woke up, the postmaster served him at his bedside for almost twelve hours a day.

They brought water and medicine, and fed the child soup and porridge.
(End of this chapter)