Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 227 224. Litokwa's Portable Diary

[Explosion~shout~bullet shooting~]
"Cough cough cough cough stretcher soldier! Come stretcher soldier, there are wounded here!"

"where?"

"Here, here, it must have been blown up by the shells that flew just now."

"I am coming!"

[sound of rapid footsteps], [sound of panting], [sound of knocking on stretcher]
"... slowly put him on the stretcher, slow, don't move his injured arm. Ah, the neck! His neck is bleeding, give me the gauze, hold it tight! Quick, quick! Find Littock Dr. Wa, he should be rushing forward to save people, call him and then."

[gasps]
"."

[heavy panting]
"Wait. He seems to be Dr. Litokwa, Dr. Litokwa!"

"There is too much bleeding, hurry up, send it to the ambulance!"

"By the way, where was the wounded soldier just now?"

"Wounded soldier. The shell happened to land on his position"

[Explosion~]
"...It's too dangerous here, let's take him back to the ambulance first, hurry up!"

Litokwa woke up, with a dirty ceiling in front of him, and a blanket covering his body.The wounds on his arms and neck were still aching, but he seemed calm as he listened to the gossip of his surviving comrades.

On the morning of the 26th, not long after the battle started, the Klavov infantry battalion where Litokwa was located was broken up.

The soldiers of the whole battalion lost nearly 2/3, and the major battalion commander Klavov himself was seriously injured.After the battle, the remaining troops were temporarily reorganized, and Litokwa, as an army doctor, also needed to continue to go to the front line to treat the wounded.

The scene just now appeared yesterday morning, but now it remains in his mind, as long as he closes his eyes or falls asleep, it will emerge.

Litokwa was lucky. Although the fragments of the shell split open the blood vessels in his neck and the muscles of his left arm, and there were several wounds on his body, his fate was saved.After the operation yesterday afternoon, he is recovering pretty well now, and he can even get out of bed and walk around.

Of course, there were still some losses. The medicine box he carried with him was missing, and the stretcher soldier who rescued him only helped to retrieve his diary.

Journal.
Litokwa took out the bloody little book from under the pillow, on which his name was written: Litokwa, an ordinary Austrian military doctor.The last time it was opened was the night of the 25th, and I haven't written for 3 days.

He glanced at his hands. Although his left hand was tightly bound by bandages, his right hand was only wounded and could move completely.

Write!
Litokwa got a quill and ink from the doctor's assistant, sat by the bed and began to slowly recall the experiences of these days.To sum it up in his words, it was chaos.

He is a new military doctor who is on the battlefield for the first time. All of this happened so suddenly that he didn't even have a chance to react. He could only rely on the belief in saving people in his mind amidst the roars around him. keep moving forward.

Where do you start?
Still the same clichéd beginning of the weather, which is mediocre for a novel but perfect for a diary
[September 9, there was some fog in the morning, but it cleared up quickly, followed by an excellent sunny day.

The whole Third Army left the fort in good weather, and the queue seemed to be several miles long.This is the first time I've seen a mighty army ready for battle and I can be proud to be one of them, really.

Even after I encountered so many difficulties, I still firmly believed in this.

It was such a sunny day that our troops met the Prussian army]
"28 beds, Litokwa!"

"To!"

"I'm going to check the wound. What are you doing?"

"write diary."

"You have to pay attention to your neck. If the previous wound opens again, then things will be troublesome."

"It's okay, I will be careful." Litokwa put down his pen, returned to the bed and lay flat, and let a surgeon who entered the room check the wound in the dressing area, "How is my recovery?"

"There is a little redness and swelling, but it's not a big problem." The surgeon gently squeezed the sides of the wound, and found no leakage, so he prepared to change the dressing. "The neck is fine for the time being, and the incision on the arm will have to wait until tomorrow."

"Actually, I don't need to bother you, I can watch it myself."

"Oh, yes, you are also a doctor." The other party hesitated for a long time before saying, "But I still have to take responsibility for you. A doctor who is injured is also a wounded person."

After speaking, a gauze strip covered with a slightly irritating liquid was wrapped on the hemostat to gently wipe the wound.

Litokwa knows that it hurts, and he often tells patients to "bear with it", and now it is his turn: "It hurts! Can you be lighter???"

"I have to do this step, or your neck will rot in a few days." After the surgeon finished speaking, the strength in his hands became heavier.

Of course Litokwa knew that what he said was true, because there were several patients with fever in the ward in the past two days.When something really goes wrong, there are very limited things the doctor can do: "Okay, I'll bear it."

Dressing change is not as serious as ordinary people think, nor as easy as doctors think, pain is inevitable.

He couldn't move at all within half an hour after changing the dressing, so he could only lie on the bed and wait for the burning pain to disappear slowly.

However, half an hour later, the pain didn't disappear at all, it just eased somewhat.Litokwa gave up his fantasy, stood up reluctantly, endured the pain and picked up the quill again:
[As the head of surgical treatment of the Kravov Infantry Battalion, I acted with the entire unit.

This is not a concert full of rhythm and emotional progression, but a brutal battle that gives people a heavy blow to the soul as soon as it comes up.The battle was fierce from the beginning, and I was positioned at the rear of the troops so that I could see if any soldiers fell to the ground in front of me.

I have seen the enemy's shells smashing the heads of my comrades, I have seen the shells smashing the limbs of my comrades, I have seen soldiers die under the dense shotgun and shot into a sieve, I have seen them like stewed veal , repeatedly tossing up and down in the big pot of soup called the battlefield]
Writing was interrupted again, and this time it was not a doctor who entered the ward, but a large group of doctors and nurses.They pushed a converted hospital bed cart into the ward.

The person lying on the bed should also be a wounded soldier, but his limbs and body are intact, only his head is covered with a thick bloody wet gauze.Looking at his wound again, maybe it should not be called a wound, but a gap, because the small half of his head is gone.

"Ronagne, bed number 31, you guys stay here and watch his blood pressure and heart rate closely."

"Also watch for exudate and urine output."

"By the way, there is also a thermometer. You need to measure his body temperature every two hours, and always pay attention to whether he has a fever. If his body temperature rises, please notify me as soon as possible, and you need to make necessary records!"

"Ok."

After listening to the man's speech, several doctors and nurses went directly to work, and they divided the work and cooperated with each other very beautifully.But what made Litokwa even more curious was the young doctor who left just now. The layout of the facial features on his face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Dr. Carvey, haven't you seen it?"

"Kavi? That Kawi Hines?" Litokwa was a little excited, but his weak body couldn't make him leave the ward quickly to follow the man's footsteps. Will come here, now that the rumors are self-defeating, he is still here?"

"That's right, Dr. Bill Roth invited me to the operating room as soon as I arrived at the fortress."

One of the doctors and nurses who were in charge of the postoperative recovery of Ronagne stood up and asked, "What's the matter? Do you have anything to do with Dr. Carvey? If you have anything to do, you can go to the office to find him, it's on the third floor."

"No, no, I met him once in Vienna. I just wanted to meet him." Litokwa was a little restrained. "I only started training in August, so the number of times I saw him was very limited."

"Oh, if there is nothing important, there is nothing to do. Carvey still has a lot of work to do, and I won't waste time just to meet an acquaintance."

"However, he will conduct ward rounds next, so we should meet."

"That's great!"

The excitement soon dissipated.

For the guy whose skull was smashed by the bullet, the whole ward expressed their appreciation without hesitation, but only on the spiritual level.Medically, there's not much they can do to help.

This is the same for Litokwa, he can only quietly go to the doctors and nurses, ask the situation carefully, but can't do anything.He didn't even know that such a seriously injured person could survive surgery, which was unheard of.

Has surgery developed to this point now?
Why has there never been such a surgical paradigm in the surgery and surgery map I have learned?

It is a pity that in the eyes of outsiders, the exquisite surgery still has limitations. The situation of the wounded soldier is not optimistic. The operation seems to have only delayed his death, and there are still many challenges to go through.

It is really difficult to guarantee Ronagne's life only by crude 19th-century medicines, and everything can only be done by himself.

Litokwa was in a bad mood. After walking slowly in the ward for a while, he continued to return to his bedside, writing a diary to pass the sleepless sleep time.

[The battle disabled the entire Klavov infantry battalion. Major Klavov survived lying in the hospital, but he couldn't take a gun to the battlefield for the rest of his life.

The battlefield is very dangerous. I can hear the sound of bullets whizzing past my ears several times, and the artillery on both sides does not treat the soldiers of the other side as human beings.Almost every soldier bears several lives on his back, and his hands are covered with the blood of the enemy.

Cruel, really, I don't want war if I can.But I have to admit that it did exercise my technique and on-the-spot judgment.

In just two days, I can already feel the progress of my technology, which is almost impossible to happen in a peaceful and peaceful city life.

Of course, I made some low-level mistakes at first, such as bandaging not tight enough to stop the bleeding, or bandaging too tight so that the soldiers lost their limbs.Also, for example, the evacuation mechanism that had been formulated at that time, I was not able to follow the contents of the manual completely, and I am very sorry.

Fortunately, I adjusted my state in time. Perhaps it should be said that the Prussian shells and the scattered limbs around me stimulated me.

I became the most popular man in the infantry battalion in Kralov, and after the battle I participated in a major operation in the Army Surgical Unit.Although the operation failed in the end, I can still learn a lot from Dr. Locard.

Dr. Locard was a few years older than me, but it was the difference in age that made him the head of surgery in the Third Army.

I always feel that surgeons born in Vienna are much better than other places. Is this my illusion? ]
To end the diary at once, Litokwa let out the suffocation that had been pent up in his heart for several days, and it was also a way to decompress.

As if it wasn't enough, he just wanted to stop writing, but suddenly picked up the pen and continued writing.

[On September 9, there was sporadic light rain in the morning, but it stopped soon. We entered the really dangerous area near the border with dew.

The third army began to enter the frontier, and was stationed at Jordek, another fortress in front of Olmitz.After the Klavov infantry battalion I was in was integrated, it was sent out to do reconnaissance work.According to the commander, he was eager to find the location of the Prussian army and immediately launched a general offensive.

The style of acting is very crazy, it is probably related to his son's gunshot wound, and he is suspected of public revenge.

But the suspicion is the suspicion. As long as it is useful to the empire, those comrades and I will obey the order and move forward.

The reconnaissance time is not fixed, we entered the woods and some mountainous areas in a group of ten people.No one knew when and what kind of people they would meet, and no one knew how far the investigation range was. Everyone just mechanically obeyed the command of the team leader and moved forward.

I was at the end of the team as an accompanying doctor, but actually I didn’t know much about the battle ahead, I only heard the sound of a cannon, and the battle started]
Litokwa's pen stopped here, because at this moment, the nurse who had been silently watching the counting of the sphygmomanometer beside Ronagne suddenly stood up.

Her face was very ugly. After hesitating for a while, she seemed to doubt her judgment on the value, and even sat down to do the test again.However, the result this time made her give up hesitation, got up again and rushed out of the door of the ward.

Now it is not only the memories of Litokwa, but also the bad health of Ronagne: "Doctor! Doctor!!! The patient's blood pressure is not very good, and the heart rate has risen to 140!"

(End of this chapter)