ninth junior sister

Chapter 156

Ling Xiaoruo opened the tent and headed inward. Due to the marching and fighting, the medical conditions were naturally not very good. There were simple floor coverings everywhere in the tent, and the floor coverings were filled with wounded soldiers. The places where the floor coverings were not placed were all military doctors passing by. with children.

The military doctors in the tent were extremely busy, sometimes stopping the bleeding and sometimes giving medicine, they were in a mess.

The devastation made Ling Xiaoruo gasp. Born in modern times, she naturally had never seen such a bloody war scene. Since ancient times, few people fought, and if they had a choice, most of them would not want to start a war.

"Ah—it hurts—"

Ling Xiaoruo walked towards the inside of the tent, suddenly, a bloody hand grabbed her ankle, begging her bitterly.

Because her eyes were facing upwards, Ling Xiaoruo's ankle was grabbed, she hadn't reacted yet, she was caught off guard, she tilted to the side, and Zhui Riyan who was walking behind her quickly helped her up.

When Master Zhang saw this, he squatted down, gently opened the bloody hand holding Ling Xiaoruo's ankle, and said while feeling the pulse: "Let me help you, he doesn't know medical skills, don't scare him gone."

The man still had a pained expression on his face when he heard the words, but he nodded and said, "Thank you."

When Mr. Zhang was about to carefully examine his injuries, he heard a clear and beautiful voice. His voice was not low, but it was pleasant to listen to.

"Let me check it for him." While speaking, Ling Xiaoruo had already squatted down, checking the wounded and sick man.

When Mr. Zhang saw his white hands touching the blood-stained armor, he shook his head and said, "Don't bother you, it's me..."

Ling Xiaoruo ignored Master Zhang, and only asked the wounded and sick: "Where is your pain?"

The wounded man slowly raised his hand, pointed to his leg, and said slowly, "Leg pain..."

Ling Xiaoruo nodded, and then took off his pants. When his leg was presented in front of Ling Xiaoruo, she, who was used to surgery, still couldn't help but frowned, and saw that his leg was already dripping with blood. , Cracked flesh can be seen everywhere, she squinted her eyes slightly, first checked his leg muscles, then poked his calf, and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

The man shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Ling Xiaoruo moved his finger up, poked it again, and asked again: "Does it hurt here?"

"His-"

Because of being poked, the man couldn't help but gasped. Seeing this, Ling Xiaoruo said to him: "The skin below your knees has already died, and now, the venom on your legs is spreading upwards, so I want to To save your life, you have to amputate."

"Amputation?" When the sick and wounded heard this, his blood-splattered face turned pale.

When Master Zhang heard this word, he stared and turned to look at Ling Xiaoruo beside him, and asked in disbelief: "Amputation? He has already lost too much blood, and another amputation may endanger his life."

In ancient times, foot amputation was only a criminal law, and it was not used much in medicine. Therefore, the sick and wounded and military doctors would find it strange, but there was nothing to complain about.

After Ling Xiaoruo heard this, he turned his eyes to Master Zhang and said, "Go get the pen and ink, I'll write you a prescription, help me get the medicine, and I'll write down some tools I need, and I'll prepare it after I bring it For him to amputate, the speed cannot be slow, otherwise, the toxin will continue, and the leg he can keep will be shorter."

Mr. Zhang was stunned at first when he heard the words, and then nodded when he saw the calm and confident expression of the young man in front of him: "Okay, I'll go get it now."

After Ling Xiaoruo gave Master Zhang instructions, he turned his head and said to Zhui Ri: "Don't just stare at me, I will write a prescription for you in a while, after you gather all the medicines, bring them here to smoke, we need A sterile environment, otherwise, it is easy to cross infection."

Although Ling Xiaoruo is squatting on the ground at this moment, in Zhui Ri's eyes, his image is incomparably tall, as if she has an innate energy in her body, which can make people follow his words do it.

Zhui Ri raised his eyebrows, nodded and said: "Okay."

Not long after, Master Zhang brought paper and a pen, and Ling Xiaoruo wrote the prescription and the things needed on it.

After Master Zhang saw Fang Zi, his eyes brightened, and he looked at Ling Xiaoruo again, full of reverence.

His ability to handle affairs is very strong, and he quickly prepared all the things he needed.

Because the limb was going to be amputated, Ling Xiao Ruo ordered someone to find a sharp machete used on the battlefield.

Ling Xiaoruo ordered someone to carry the wounded patient who needed to be amputated onto the bed, and ordered someone to cover the bed with a white cloth, so as not to affect other military doctors' treatment during the operation.

After Ling Xiaoruo prepared the anesthetic, he let the man swallow one, and then lit the fuel for paralyzing the spirit beside him. Under such double anesthesia, the wounded and sick person had already fallen into a coma.

After sterilizing all the utensils, Ling Xiaoruo tied a thread to his finger, and tied the other end to the wounded patient's wrist, so as to monitor his heartbeat during the whole operation.

After finishing everything, she turned her eyes to Chasing Sun and said, "You are a person with internal strength. After a while, you will quickly cut off the necrotic part of his leg with a knife, and I will do the rest of the process of cleaning up the remaining poison and suturing."

Zhui Ri heard the words and nodded, "Okay."

After getting ready, Ling Xiaoruo gave Zhuiri an order, and Zhuiri raised the scimitar in his hand and quickly slashed at the injured man's leg. For a moment, blood spattered and completely dyed Siwei's white cloth crimson. s color.

After amputating the necrotic leg, Ling Xiaoruo immediately took the needle and thread to the amputated leg to treat the congestion and suture the blood vessels. Because he was worried that the patient would not be able to wake up due to excessive blood loss, Ling Xiaoruo flew the needle The speed of wiring was very fast, and the movement stunned the surrounding people.

Staring at her skillful movements, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but look sideways at him. He shook his head and sighed: "Such exquisite medical skills are really amazing!"

Ling Xiaoruo didn't pay attention to everyone's astonishment, and just concentrated on suturing. After stitching the blood vessels, he sprinkled anti-inflammatory drugs and hemostatic powder on the cut surface, and then he stitched the skin together. After the skin was stitched, he found a clean cloth. Strips completely wrapped up his broken leg.

After the operation, she felt her pulse, and said with a sigh of relief, "He's about to wake up."

Not long after, the wounded man really woke up from his stupor. When he woke up, he asked in a daze, "My leg was amputated?"

Master Zhang nodded and said: "Yes, it has been intercepted."

(End of this chapter)