Maybe I''ve been in the sprained soldier''s camp for a long time.


    When I entered the soldiers'' camp, I felt that the sweat smell of hot eyes and nose was not so big.


    The injuries here are obviously serious. Except for a dozen people with scabs, the other six people have more or less signs of suppuration.


    The most serious is a big man with a big body, dense body hair and sharp muscles on the refined porcelain arm.


    An inch long cut in the right arm tore open the epidermis, the skin and flesh burst open, and the polyps inside had a fishy smell.


    In the high temperature of summer, the wound is soaked in sweat and contaminated with sand, stone and dust in the air. This big man is the best example.


    Considering his serious injury, Tang Hao asked other soldiers to come first.


    When squeezing out the pustules of the first soldier, Tang Hao showed some signs of tumbling in his stomach.


    After all, I''m not a professional doctor. I can''t adapt to this vicious scene for a while.


    Frowning and disinfecting the two soldiers with alcohol twice, Tang Hao shouted.


    "Go to the general doctor and find some clean gauze. Squeeze out the pus through the gauze."


    "I''ll disinfect everyone one by one. Don''t touch it with your hands after smearing it! So as not to fester again."


    Tang Hao understood that it was a waste of effort to give these savages medical knowledge.


    "If someone can''t take good care of the wound in the future and suppurates again, get 50 big boards first."


    While disinfecting the soldiers in line, Tang Hao felt a sudden heat behind his back.


    Looking back, an old man with pliers tossed a piece of red iron in the stove.


    Almost subconsciously, Tang Hao blurted out.


    "What are you doing?"


    The old man picked up the iron and sighed.


    "Dingbei Hou, the soldier''s wound is getting worse. If you don''t deal with it, the whole arm will be useless!"


    "I have no choice but to use this fire burning method and hug his life."


    Tang Hao didn''t say much. He stuffed the porcelain vase in his hand into the old man''s hand and said.


    "Smear the wounds on these soldiers, and I will heal them."


    While talking, Chumo has already opened the small wooden box in his hand. Tang Hao takes out a unique one finger wide dagger and puts it in the oven to bake.


    With a dull old man on his face, he explained.


    "What you have in your hand is alcohol, which can prevent the wound from festering."


    "When you encounter this kind of injury in the future, you must clean the wound and wipe it again and again with alcohol, so as to prevent the wound from deteriorating again."


    Between words, take out the dagger and wait for it to cool down.


    Although there is alcohol, we can''t use this ancient method of high-temperature disinfection, but after all, there are still more than half bottles of precious alcohol in Datang at this time.


    Tang Hao will never be extravagant enough to disinfect the dagger with alcohol.


    In the curious eyes of the people, Tang Hao held a dagger and slightly opened the wound.


    Fortunately, the polyps in the wound did not fester in the eyes, but some dead flesh showed signs of festering.


    This scene reminds Tang Hao of the allusions about scraping bones and healing wounds.


    Considering the pain that the soldier will bear later, Tang Hao changed the topic.


    "It''s inevitable to be disabled and even sacrifice your life when marching and fighting. Why do you want to join the army?"


    The taxi soldier opposite took a deep breath, slowly fell into memory and murmured.


    "My family is poor and my mother is weak. I earn a few copper coins by sewing..."


    "And a five-year-old sister..."


    While talking, Tang Hao slowly moved his knife, went deep into the wound, slowly scraped the dead meat around, and gouged out the place bit by bit.


    There was an answer without a word, leading the thoughts of soldiers and soldiers everywhere.


    Although he had diverted his attention, when he gouged out the last bit of dead meat, the soldier was already wet and pale, and the ground in front of him was soaked.


    Tang Hao took out the embroidery needle polished yesterday, soaked it in alcohol for disinfection, took tweezers, clamped a small piece of gauze, dipped it in alcohol to clean his wound.


    When alcohol invaded the wound, the soldier''s body trembled obviously, and his teeth clenched. He couldn''t help humming.


    Tang Hao put on the silk thread again and again and began to shiver and sew his hands. He really admired the man in the bottom of his heart.


    People who can say nothing under the pain of gouging out their hearts and skin are either determined or have extremely strong endurance.


    The old man nearby stared round his eyes and looked at Tang Hao''s tweezers mending the wound. It was quite similar to the mending clothes. He was shocked.


    Suturing can be regarded as the top medical technology at present. Tang Hao is only in his twenties. How can he use this technology?


    If the wound was small, the ancients often did not perform suture surgery, mainly because there was no disinfectant, which would cause the wound to fester and fester.


    The old man just wanted to remind him and looked at the porcelain vase in his hand. He was more curious and wanted to ask Tang Hao carefully after he was busy.


    In the gurgling blood, Tang Hao wiped the blood and sutured the wound again and again.


    For the first time in this strange world, I was really nervous. Under my seemingly calm face, I was actually as frightened as this former soldier.


    Finally, Tang Hao stitched the last stitch in his breath holding concentration, and took a breath slowly.


    When I held my forehead, I found that I was sweating.


    He told the old man to clean the wound again and wrap the hemostatic herbs. Tang Haocai sat down on the board.


    The first suture operation was completely completed.