The Wounded Soldiers Camp not far from the dock.

Many wounded soldiers who could move on their own or were supported or even carried were sent to the wounded soldiers camp, and then doctors in robes and coats treated them according to priority. The camp was just a camp with many tents set up, and it was located near the gate.

The tent is the main treatment area.

Thanks to Chunyang Palace's participation in the war, the young soldiers who were used as cannon fodder in the past had doctors dedicated to treating them, and many of them were able to survive as a result.

Since he did not dare to let Bai Yujun, who had never studied medicine, treat the seriously injured, he arranged to treat the lightly injured.

Last night, the rebels made a sneak attack on a military camp on an island. Many wounded were sent in this morning. A small number of Lingxu disciples and local doctors were busy rushing around. There was blood everywhere and screams everywhere.

Fortunately, there were enough strips of cloth and plenty of medicinal herbs, thanks to the efforts and money from the powerful and aristocratic families in the southeastern states.

The huge tent was busy, and several more people came in supporting a wounded soldier.

"Doctor...save my brother quickly..."

Four soldiers supported a wounded soldier and stood in the tent shouting nervously. The wounded soldier being supported was covered in blood but still conscious. The doctors and doctors were all busy and no one came to help.

"Doctor...doctor...please save my brother..."

The strong man with a heavy back and strong waist was pleading with tears on his face, but the doctors and doctors were busy treating the seriously injured and could not spare any time.

At this moment, a white figure with a ponytail appeared next to him.

"Let me put him on that table."

Bai Yujun pointed to the table used to treat wounds. Several strong soldiers hurriedly carried the wounded soldiers over and put them down. Looking at this beautiful little girl, they didn't know whether to believe in her medical skills.

"Doctor, please save our brother. He was chopped several times by those turtle boys..."

Before he could finish his words, Bai Yujun raised his hand to stop him. The quarrel kept disturbing the treatment of the wound.

Then, several soldiers saw the little girl treating the wound with a method they had never seen before. Her little hands were busy and she was not in a hurry to bandage it.

First, wrap the injured leg with a rope to prevent excessive blood loss, then clean the wound with water in a bottle, check the location and depth of the wound, and find the most severely injured wound to check if there are any broken blood vessels.

"Fortunately, the blood vessels are not broken. You should be able to save your life. It depends on you how your legs are going to be."

Pour strong liquor to clean the wound to prevent infection, pull out a needle from the cuff, thread it through cotton thread, and sew the wound stitch by stitch like sewing clothes under the horrified eyes of several soldiers. Every time you pull the cotton thread hard, the wounded soldier will tremble. Quickly

The sutures are finally knotted, and the scissors are taken out of the pocket to cut the cotton thread. Sprinkle a layer of wound powder and wrap it with a cloth strip.

The two larger wounds were treated in the same manner, and the small wounds were directly bandaged with a layer of powder.

"Okay, let's take it away. Remember to come every afternoon to change the dressing."

"Thank you, doctor...thank you, doctor..."

Waving his hand, Bai Yujun continued to pick up the new wounded for treatment.

In fact, here or in this era, Bai Yujun's treatment methods are of a very high level. It is not difficult to learn how to do these. As long as you are exposed to the knowledge of trauma treatment, you can do it well. Others just sprinkle a layer of medicine powder on it.

It’s done, after all, due to the limitations of time and consciousness, we can’t do much.

Just the fact that Bai Yujun had stitches was enough to make many old-fashioned and pedantic people scold him. The body, hair and skin are inherited from the parents and should not be damaged. This is the beginning of filial piety. This sentence is not just said casually.

Wash the blood on your hands in the basin nearby. In order to prevent infection, you will wash your hands after every treatment.

Doing this job is very painful. Facing the smell of blood and meat all day long is torture for an 18-meter-long white snake. There is always an uncontrollable urge to eat the wounded person in one bite. The smell of blood constantly stimulates him.

With his extremely keen sense of smell, Bai Yujun's eyes turned back to vertical pupils several times, almost frightening the wounded who did not die on the battlefield to death.

Bai Yujun's medical skills are getting better and better with constant training.

The doctor in charge of the wounded barracks is a senior sister Lingxu. She looks to be in her thirties and her name is Xu Yue. She has very good medical skills. After seeing Bai Yujun’s treatment methods, she quickly learned and made many professional improvements to save her life.

More seriously injured people.

Several soldiers brought in another wounded soldier with an abdominal injury.

Senior Sister Xu Yue looked at the wound and found that it could not be cured. Her stomach was scratched, although her intestines were not broken but there was a lot of dust on it. In Bai Yujun’s words, she would die of infection in a short time. She was very young and looked less than

Twenty years old.

"If you can't save him, please carry him out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old soldier who carried the wounded soldier in fell to his knees in front of Xu Yue.

"Doctor...my son can still be saved...please save him...he is only seventeen years old..."

Xu Yue shook her head and turned around to leave, but the old man grabbed her sleeve.

"Please help me, doctor... I kowtow to you..."

The old soldier immediately kowtowed desperately and hit his head heavily on the ground. The other two soldiers looked sad. The young wounded soldier lying on the wooden board kept shouting that he did not want to die. Xu Yue was helpless. This kind of injury is really difficult to save.

, there are people kneeling in front of me every day, begging me to save others, it’s very helpless.

Just when he was about to refuse, he suddenly saw that Bai Yujun had just bandaged a wounded man and was washing his hands.

"Yujun, come here for a moment."

Bai Yujun nodded, wiped his hands and came forward to look at the young man. He was a dark and muscular young man. His abdomen was covered with wounds. It should have been caused by a fall while fighting an enemy.

"Can you save him? There's nothing I can do."

It's not that the monks don't have good healing medicine that can cure it, but the medicine is very precious and the quantity is small. It is reserved for the injured monks. It is impossible to give it to an ordinary soldier. The world of cultivating immortals is more realistic.

"Please... please..." The old man was still kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

Bai Yujun sighed.

"I'll give it a try. Give him a chance. He's still young."

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this. In his opinion, as long as these fairies were willing to take action, no one could be saved. Just as he was about to say thanks, Bai Yujun raised his hand to stop him. There was no time to waste at this time.

I carefully looked inside the wound and saw that there was dust stuck to my intestines.

"I want to clean him and move him to the back. I'll move two jars of wine."

The old man and two other soldiers carried the wounded soldier to another tent at the back. Bai Yujun went to the supplies department to get two jars of liquor and a lot of cotton. To be honest, Bai Yujun had never done such a major operation and had no experience.

But he couldn't just watch the young man die, so he could only do his best and obey fate, treating a dead horse as a living horse.

The young man hummed.

Bai Yujun opened his mouth and poured a few large gulps of liquor into his mouth, treating it as anesthesia.

"You guys, hold down his arms and legs and don't move them, otherwise he will definitely die. Hold them down firmly!"

"Ah good!"

The old men stepped forward and held the young man down firmly.
Chapter completed!