Villager of Daming

Chapter 1201: Medical Care for the Wounded

"I'm fine, I'm really fine..."

A guard from Prince Jin's mansion tilted his head back to avoid a bowl of Chinese medicine.

"I know, Brother Guo, you are the best. Come on, drink it without medicine."

The maid looked as if she knew what was going on and continued to pass the bowl forward.

"Bitter!" The guard made a bitter face, which looked more bitter than the medicine.

"Be good, I'll give you a piece of candy after you finish drinking. Don't move your hands, you're getting a needle!" the maid said like coaxing a child.

"I've already had the injection. No need to take medicine anymore. Save the medicine for those who need it more... Ugh! Gulp gulp..."

The guard had needles stuck in his hands and the distance he could hide was limited, so he was caught by a palace maid and forced to force a bowl of medicine down his throat.

At the same time, the guards in the Palace of Prince of Wu, the Palace of Prince of Yan, and the Palace of Prince of Qin, who had previously said that they were guarding the sick, all received intravenous drips if they had a fever.

In order to save medicine during injection, extra medicine is boiled for people to drink. Some people are afraid of the bitterness and refuse in various ways, but they still have to drink it in the end.

The same goes for the soldiers in the Peking Province. When they are sick, they are given IV drips. The bottles, tubes and needles are not disposable. They will be disinfected after use and then used again.

The prisoners would definitely not enjoy the same treatment, even if there was still medicine in the team.

"It looks like we'll have to delay our journey. The wontons are really delicious."

Liu Sheng was not sick, so he did not need to go out for patrol, let alone stand guard.

The guards on duty were better off, as someone would deliver oilcloth coats to them at any time, but they did not have straw raincoats, which took up space and were not convenient to carry.

The oilskin coat is made like a raincoat, with canvas on the outside and a layer of oil glue on the inside. This coat is strong and has good rainproof effect.

Councillor Zhao Yao drank some wonton soup and breathed a sigh of relief: "The most feared thing when marching and fighting is encountering this kind of weather. As long as there are more than 10,000 people, there will be casualties every time.

Only this time can we feel relieved, because the princes' team has prepared so much that it seems like anything can be conjured up.

The craftsmen are also very skilled. Many tasks are as easy as playing for them. If it were in the past..."

Zhao Yao suddenly stopped and didn't want to talk about the past anymore. The dead can't come back to life.

"I'm rich now." Although Zhu Di is young, he has learned a lot of knowledge.

"It's because of money." Xu Da echoed his son-in-law: "This money is not printed out of random paper. Without anything, no matter how much money is printed, it is nothing more than robbing things from the hands of the people.

Now there are more poultry and livestock raised at home, more production from the land, and more minerals dug out.

Grain production increased. At that time, we only planted rice once a year, but the rice was not very good. We had a river in our village.

In places without rivers, people naturally grow wheat. After planting, the land is left there and no one will plant it again.

One reason is that the fertilizer is not enough, and the other is that the stubble left after harvesting the crops is difficult to deal with. It is so tiring to dig it out and plow it again!

Now I know that if I don’t want to till the field, I can cut the wheat lower and plant soybeans and other small grains in the wheat stubble…”

Xu Da began to recall the good old days. Like Zhu Yuanzhang, he was from Anhui, Fengyang, now called Zhuozhou.

When I was a child, I herded cattle for others. My family had no land, so I had to become a tenant. My family would give part of the grain they grew every day to the landlord.

If we had the current technology at that time, including pesticides, chemical fertilizers, intercropping and crop rotation, we could have harvested much more food even if we rented other people's land.

Everyone listened, and was willing to listen to the past events, including Zhu Wentian, mainly Xu Da's talk about his childhood playtime with Tang He and Zhu Yuanzhang. This was something that ordinary people could not hear, and the county annals he read would not record it either.

Today is a special day. Xu Da recalled and talked about it. It was fun to listen to. So Zhu Yuanzhang was like that when he was a child? Although it was beautified by Xu Da, the real situation can be guessed from the beautified words.

"At that time, Chongba was better than others in everything he did. He could always get food, no matter if he stole it, or found ways to catch, trap, or touch it...

Now he is our Majesty. We have followed him and are living a good life.

From now on, we will follow the method suggested by the village head and set up a school for generals. We can open a department in the Imperial College, or we can set up a separate school..."

Xu Da turned the topic to future development. He was not old yet, at least he thought so.

He wanted to stay in Nanjing, the closer to Xiaqiu Village the better, so that he could be rescued quickly if he fell ill.

Yesterday, a soldier was ambushed by people hiding in the Northern Yuan Dynasty. His stomach was cut open and his intestines spilled out.

You always see this on the battlefield. Once you see it, you'll see it. If you can't survive, you'll die.

The sergeant was carried over, and the attacker was also carried back. He was stabbed several times with bayonets on the spot, but he didn't die. He was brought back tied up.

Ling'er from Xiaqiu Village took action, bringing a group of friends and the village guards.

They said the intestines were not broken, so they cut open the belly, cleaned the intestines, and then folded the body back together. They sewed up the belly layer by layer, made a drainage hole, and hung a bottle.

I just went to see him, he's still alive! He can even speak normally, his temperature is a little high, and he's been given a new medication.

With this kind of means, where else can you run? Stay in Nanjing and teach the sergeants! It would be best if you could live in Xiaqiu Village, even if you have to pay rent!
……

After Xu Da finished speaking, everyone quickened their pace to eat the wontons. The weather was getting hot again.

Everyone went to see the one who was injured yesterday. His intestines were out, so he could survive if they were put back in? This had never happened before. If the intestines were not injured, he would still have fever and pus, and then...

Everyone went to a makeshift wooden ward, where there were usually four people in a room. There were no beds for accompanying patients, and eunuchs served as special nurses.

For example, if someone broke their leg and couldn't go to the toilet, the palace maid obviously couldn't help, so the eunuchs would take care of them.

The soldiers had poor nursing skills and were not as careful as the eunuchs.

"Li Dongsheng, how is he?" Everyone disinfected first and then entered the ward. Li Dongsheng was the only one in the ward, so Xu Da asked with concern.

"Does it hurt?" Zhu Su asked with concern. He wanted to record it and store data for writing medical books in the future.

"It doesn't hurt!" Sergeant Li Dongsheng shook his head, then suddenly grinned and his eyes widened.

"Don't move too much, you still have to deal with your stomach!"

The maid who was in charge of normal care reminded him and turned to Zhu Su and said, "There is no other problem now, it's just that the normal body temperature is high, more than 38 degrees, and it can be lowered through physical and drug treatment.

According to Ling'er's instructions, he was not allowed to drink water, let alone eat food. Just put some grape sugar and salt in the bottle.

As long as there is water, you won’t die of starvation for a few days. There is also sugar and salt! You just can’t taste them with your mouth.”

The palace maid spoke lightly, as if it was just a small cut on the finger that would heal on its own if she didn't go to the hospital immediately.

"Feed him with honey water and milk at this time tomorrow. If his intestines haven't ruptured, it's fine. If they rupture, it will be troublesome."

Ling'er followed and said, "Hold on a little longer, you're in good condition now, and you can even use ice packs."

(End of this chapter)