Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 130 The Terrifying Doctor

If you asked Purficott about the medical level of this era, she would probably give a very embarrassing evaluation.

After all, the relationship between bacteria and diseases has not yet been discovered in this era. Human beings do not know how to disinfect to effectively prevent diseases and surgical infections. Doctors are still using very scary methods of soldering irons or burning wounds to stop bleeding. This It often causes very serious sequelae.

The same goes for surgical anesthesia. Can you believe that the standard for evaluating a surgeon's surgical skills in this era is how neatly he performs the operation and can complete the operation in the shortest possible time?

Medical drugs are in short supply, and the effects of various chemicals on the human body are almost completely unknown.

Doctors treat patients more based on experience rather than systematic knowledge. What medicine your doctor will prescribe for you depends entirely on whether his experience is rich enough and whether he wants to test the new medicine on you.

Antibiotics and broad-spectrum antibacterial drugs have become commonplace in later generations, and even abused antibiotics and broad-spectrum antibacterial drugs are even more unthinkable. Once they are made, they can be sold for more than gold, enough to make the inventor the richest man in the world.

So when Purficott ordered all soldiers infected with colds, typhoid fever, and severe frostbite to be gathered in the vacated warehouse to prepare for centralized treatment, these soldiers showed panic, and the army doctors began to sharpen knives and burn The red soldering iron has become a matter of course.

In this day and age, a better doctor will amputate your limb, but a less skilled doctor may only do bloodletting.

"Lord Earl! I still have two children at home! I can't lose my legs! Please, don't let the doctor saw off my legs! You can cut off my toes, but don't saw off my legs!" A foot The soldier with frostbite was being carried into the warehouse on a stretcher, but he rolled down and crawled in front of Perfectcott, begging her bitterly.

The other soldiers on the side were basically the same. They were all saying that their condition was not that serious and they did not need military doctors to treat them. Don't lock them in the warehouse.

Purficott was a little confused, but when she saw the military doctor accompanying the team was instructing his assistant to tie a soldier to a stool, he showed a polished scalpel, and put on a blood-stained knife. When Apron was about to cut off the soldier's arm, she quickly stopped everything.

"He only had frostbite on his fingers. Why did you cut off his arm?" Purficott was very angry. He felt that the level of this military doctor really made people want to greet his family.

However, the military doctor plausibly said: "I am here to treat his frostbite. The body fluids of his frostbitten limbs have been contaminated. If not removed in time, it will spread to his whole body!"

"Humoral theory?" Purficott's face suddenly became very strange and embarrassed, then he shook his head helplessly, pointed at the door of the warehouse and said: "Get out before I twist your head off."

Looking at the angry earl and the steam knight dressed in steel behind her, the military doctor, although he was very angry with her for stopping him from treating illnesses and saving lives, could only leave obediently.

After driving away the military doctor and asking someone to untie the soldier from the chair, Purficott took a deep breath helplessly, and then said to Captain White who was following him: "Go to Eagle Beak Cliff immediately and find me. Beifa, the head maid, asked her to bring over all the frostbite treatment potions I prepared and my team of maids."

Captain White also saw that Purficott didn't seem to want to gather these soldiers together and deal with them, so he quickly saluted and ran out quickly.

Seeing White leaving, Purficott thought for a while and then asked someone to find Second Lieutenant Mikhail. At this time, Second Lieutenant Mikhail had put on his military uniform again and tidied himself up, so when he appeared in front of Purficott, he looked like an officer.

It's just that his military uniform seemed a little too small, bulging out from his waist.

"My lord, are you looking for me?" Mikhail stood in front of Purficott and saluted her seriously.

"Well, you should have a certain appeal among the soldiers, right? I'll give you a task. Now organize some smart and capable soldiers to take care of the wounded and sick who are gathered in the warehouse. The main thing is to organize them according to different The conditions are classified, those with colds are put together, those with frostbite are put together, and those with typhoid fever must be placed separately." Purficott explained the task to Mikhail. She felt that if these things were not explained clearly, they would definitely be taken care of again. What a mess: “All soldiers had to be cleaned to ensure that their sheets and bedding were clean, and clothes and bedding used by those infected with typhoid fever had to be washed separately.

At the same time, you have to appease the emotions of those soldiers and let them know that I am gathering them to better treat them, not to drag them to cut off their arms and legs.

In addition, you ask Grandpa Afu to get a batch of spirits from the warehouse, and then use the spirits..."

At this point, Purficott suddenly stopped and remembered that the second lieutenant in front of him was a Rorschach, so he shook his head and said: "Forget it, in order to prevent you from drinking secretly, I'll leave the liquor matter to my maid. The commander is in charge, you just need to lead people to sort and place the sick and wounded."

Lieutenant Mikhail's throat visibly moved when he heard Purficott mention liquor. As a Rorschach, he was indeed very fond of alcohol.

But since the count in front of him didn't give him the task, he wouldn't say anything more, and knowing that there was wine in the warehouse was enough for a Rorschach.

Of course, before thinking about the spirits in the warehouse, Mikhail carefully wrote down the tasks assigned by Purficott, and then left to gather soldiers to carry out Purficott's orders.

With the efforts of Second Lieutenant Mikhail, the soldiers' emotions were quickly appeased, and the sick and wounded were gathered into the warehouse and divided into different placement areas according to different classifications.

He also got a large amount of tent cloth and strung them with ropes to make partition curtains to distinguish different areas in the warehouse.

And it seems that his experience of living in Hyponia has given him his own way of treating frostbite.

He asked someone to get some butter used to maintain bullets and guns, and then applied the butter to the frostbitten areas of the frostbite victims.

According to Mikhail, this is a method commonly used by the locals in Hyponia, but the best is frostbite ointment made from oil boiled by marmots, but this luxury is obviously not affordable for ordinary soldiers.

　Regarding amputation, I am not exaggerating. During the first industrial revolution, Europeans treated wounds or diseases by amputating limbs in addition to bloodletting, because they did not know how to treat infections such as inflammation.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)