"He was most seriously injured."

Gongsun Guang walked to the corner, and the injured soldier lying here was still in a coma. He had less energy and more energy, and his face was pale as white as dry white. According to his estimate, he could only last for another three or five days at most.

"Who is he from?"

"I heard that he came from Pei County, the Liu family of Qi surnamed Liu, who was over forty years old, and they all called him Liu Bo. He had already obtained the title of founding and was the chief of the army."

"Liu Family in Pei County? Liu Bo?"

"Jun Zhuo knows it?"

"No, no, it's just familiar."

Zhuo Cao scratched his head, vaguely remembering that there was such a person, but he couldn't remember it. He didn't need to guess that he knew that this person was afraid that he had something to do with Liu Bang. There were only a few people with surnames and clans these days. He only remembered that Liu Bang was Liu, and he really couldn't remember what surname it was. But since he came from Pei County, he must have recognized it.

"What is his injury?"

"Sword wound."

Gongsun Guang untied Ge Bu and saw a ferocious scar on his abdomen. The wounds were all white, and it was estimated that they would be at least about an inch deep, so it would be impossible to heal naturally.

"He was also injured by the Huns. I have applied gold sore medicine to him and also given him many decoctions. Unfortunately, the wound is too deep and has not healed yet."

"This kind of injury is difficult to heal by applying medicine."

Zhuo Cao glanced at the wound, which was not very serious. If you want to put it aside in future generations, you must disinfect and suture the wound, but Gongsun Guang could not master this technique.

But, Hou Shenghui!

When Su He was injured, it was the wound that Zhuo Cao used mulberry skin as thread to sew him. His skills were indeed not very good. Now Su He still has a lilac scar like an earthworm. Now no one cares about appearance, and these are all minor things compared to life. In theory, as long as it does not hurt the heart, it can be cured by this method.

"Hou Sheng, tell me what to do."

"only."

Hou Sheng walked out from behind and opened the medicine box he was carrying. He first took out a three-inch long golden needle from the needle capsule, and then passed through it with mulberry thread.

"What does this mean?"

"Use to suture wounds."

"What? Suture the wound?!"

Not to mention Meng Tian, ​​even Gongsun Guang was dumbfounded.

Suture the wound?

My dear mother, is there such an operation?

"This is all taught by Zhuo Jun. It is suitable for wounds that are too long and too deep. After suturing, the wound can be healed. Before suturing, it must be disinfected first and cleaned with strong liquor. If there is no strong liquor, clean it with boiled warm water. Before suturing the wound with a golden needle, it must be roasted on the fire so that the needle can be applied. If the thread is rubbed with the skin of the mulberry root, it can also clear heat and detoxify."

Hou Sheng said while demonstrating, gently wiped the affected area with clean kudzu dipped in some alcohol. After a short contact, Liu Bo suddenly started to thrust unconsciously.

"Is this a strong wine? I want to taste how strong it is!"

"Don't……"

Meng Tian picked up the jade bottle and was fucked by Zhuo Cao before he could stop him.

"Grass!!!"

Meng Tian's eyes suddenly stared, almost bursting with a bitter taste. Her face turned red in an instant, and her facial features were almost distorted, and she directly crushed the jade bottle with one hand.

A shrill howling sounded throughout the wounded camp.

"Water! Water! Give me water!"

"Save...help!"

"This is poison! poison!"

Looking at Meng Tian drying another pottery bowl of water, Hou Sheng was stunned and holding a golden needle in his right hand, and he didn't even dare to move. There was no way, he was now a suspect and intended to kill the general. If these personal guards were not for Zhuo Cao's face, Hou Sheng would have been discharged from his dog.

"You guys go back." Meng Tian wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect this strong wine to be so fierce, which is the best in my life. But I'm afraid no one can drink this wine..."

nonsense!

Not to mention reaching the seventy degrees of medical alcohol, it is basically close. It is still possible to speak while standing and talking while siping. Meng Tian’s physique is also very important. If you want to change someone, you may have to go to stomach washing first.

"This wine is not for drinking, it is for disinfection."

"disinfect?"

"It's just cleaning the patient's wound."

"I understand." Gongsun Guang whitens his eyes, "It's okay for the general to not understand medical skills, but please don't make trouble here. Such precious spirits were drunk by the general in one sip. If an injured soldier dies because of this, can the general say the past?"

"Ahem cough cough..."

Even the general Meng Tian nodded helplessly because he was criticized.

There is no way. Gongsun Guang was a famous doctor in the world. If he hadn't been his deliberate dissuasion, Gongsun Guang would not have stayed in Beidi County. He was curious just now and wanted to taste it, but he didn't think so much about it.

Hou Sheng continued to demonstrate and quickly used a golden needle to shuttle back and forth between the wound. Every time he passed through the wound, Liu Bo would twitch unconsciously.

After seeing this scene, Gongsun Guang immediately frowned, "I have something unknown. Liu Bo was in a coma because of his serious injury, and he would twitch painfully when he penetrated the affected area with a golden needle. If he was a normal patient, how could he bear it? If he moved randomly, it would likely cause the wound to tear or even the wrong needle."

"What Mr. Gongsun said is indeed reasonable."

"What should I do if I understand?"

Gongsun Guang is worthy of being a famous doctor. He realized the key point of the problem so quickly. In the future, it would be a shot of anesthetic. However, there is no such technology now. Zhuo Cao once wanted to make the legendary Ma Fei San. But this thing only exists in the legend. He told Hou Sheng about the approximate effect, and the rest depends on luck.

"Two ways."

“How to do it?”

"A kind of endurance by yourself."

“This is too difficult…”

Gongsun Guang waved his hands repeatedly.

Isn't this nonsense?

It’s not that you are afraid of pain, because it’s not a matter of endurance. After the needle is taken, the pain will instinctively twitch. It’s okay if you are unconscious, but how many people can’t stand it if you stay awake?

"There is also a kind of physical therapy."

“Physical therapy?”

"It's just a blow to knock people out."

"Good...good...good solution!"

Meng Tian called him an expert, that's what he thought.

"In fact, if you drink a kind of soup, you will lose your intuition, called Mafei San."

"Then use decoction!"

"But this Ma Fei San has not yet..."

"Then say..."

Gongsun Guang stroked his chest gently, almost getting over these words.

"My Qin soldiers are all strong and strong, and they will never frown even if they are swords. As long as they can save their lives, what is the only golden needle piercing? You are useless to claim to be a famous doctor, but you don't even know this method. Learn from them these days, otherwise all military laws will be punished!"

Meng Tian looked around cursingly, clearly pointing at the mulberry and locust.

Gongsun Guang's face suddenly turned dark. Can he blame him?

Even if the Qin Yue people don’t understand this kind of governance method in their lives, they don’t understand it.

...

...

When he walked out of the camp, Gongsun Guang was still holding the picture album.

"Mr. Gongsun, this picture album is mine."

"No hurry, wait until I look carefully before I talk about it."

“…”

Hou Sheng's face turned into pig's liver color and nodded helplessly.

"Grass."

"Ahem... Just call me as grass."

Zhuo Cao wiped the sweat from his forehead. His mouth was just like the word "cake", which made him feel uncomfortable. If he wanted to let go of the future generations, he thought Meng Tian was cursing.

"Well, that's fine."

"What Xiaocao did today can be called the life-saving benefactor of these wounded soldiers. Now that it is close to eating, let the army prepare some food. The food in the army is rough and simple, far less than Guanzhong, so don't be picky."

"Of course not."

There was no saying in the Qin army that shared joys and sorrows with the soldiers. There was only clear rewards and punishments, and orderly ranks of superiority and inferiority. Later generations had a young general who made great achievements in military achievements and fought the Huns and ran away in a hurry, but because of this habit, he was criticized and slandered by some people with ulterior motives.

Qin's law has extremely detailed and strict regulations on food, and there are corresponding titles and military positions. Ordinary soldiers without titles and positions can only watch others eat delicious food and drink spicy food. This is the method of Shangjun, and it is also to motivate soldiers to fight bravely. In the eyes of the old Qin people, this is all right. Why should those without titles treat the same as those with titles?
To be continued...