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Chapter 104 Your Majesty, don’t worry, nothing will happen to Song Shen!
Walking in front of the military camp gate, could the saber poke your leg?

What the hell is this? Even jokes can’t be so outrageous!
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, except for one loyal younger brother who had just come out from the backyard carrying a bucket of water. He didn't hear what was said outside, and was still pouring boiled water into Xu Yungong's mouth with a gourd ladle.

Zhang Wei reacted a little faster. He ran outside and dragged the man who was greeting people into the roasting knife shop.

"No, explain it clearly. What do you mean by stabbing the leg with a saber? Your sabers don't have sheaths."

he asked in disbelief.

The person who was captured was an ordinary soldier, a senior soldier like most of the people present. He was originally anxious and angry, but now he saw that most of the people inside were his own people, including a young master of the Duke of Wei. He knew that he had found the right place this time, and could only suppress his impatience and explain.

"Of course there is a scabbard, but Zhang Laosan is really unlucky!"

"I saw him and another brother playing out of the barracks. They were hitting each other with scabbarded knives. They were just using them as sticks, and the scabbards were not easy to slip. But for some reason, the scabbard of Zhang Laosan's knife suddenly fell off. He was in a hurry to get it back because he would be punished for pulling out a knife outside the barracks. As a result, the boy tripped over his left foot and then his right foot and fell down."

"He was in a panic at the time, trying to hold the knife steady and retrieve the scabbard. His right hand slipped away, and the knife went straight into his left thigh, piercing through it!"

"Brothers, please help me. He couldn't stop bleeding just now. It has finally stopped now. I don't dare to move and draw my sword, but I have to find someone to help carry him to find a healer. I can only find one nearby. Can you help me?"

Except for Xu Yungong who was drunk and still confused, everyone else was extremely dumbfounded.

The injury itself is outrageous enough, but who would have thought that the most outrageous thing is the process of getting injured!

To have encountered such a thing, Zhang Laosan must be so unlucky that even drinking cold water would get his teeth stuck, right?
A soldier came to his senses and raised his arms, saying:
"Come on, brothers, go and help, save those people!"

"You guys, follow me and carry the bodies. You guys, run back to the barracks and call the doctor to bring some medicine and clean linen! Quick, quick, quick!"

"If we were a moment slower, he might not be saved!"

Song Shen, who had been listening quietly beside him, suddenly raised his hand:

"Wait, you can't do this. Even if a healer comes, moving things around will only cause secondary damage."

"Take me there. Also, Brother Congming, take the remaining pot of Shaodaozi here with you!"

When Zhang Wei heard him mention this, he immediately understood what Song Shen was going to do.

On the surface, this wine is called Shaodaozi, but in Zhang Wei's mind, it has been renamed alcohol. Zhang Wei has not forgotten that when Song Shen talked to His Majesty about the use of alcohol, he first mentioned that it can treat external injuries and prevent wounds from rotting. Since Song Shen can make such things, it means that he has also dabbled in wound treatment. Although he can't guarantee that it will work, it is unlikely to go wrong.

So, Zhang Wei took the wine pot without saying anything, and then ran to the carriage at the door, pushed the wheelchair over like a fly, helped Song Shen onto the wheelchair, and kicked the soldier who reported the news and shouted for help on his butt:
"What are you standing there for? The doctor next to me is an extraordinary one, maybe even better than the doctors in your barracks. If you don't lead the way quickly, do you want your brother to die sooner?!"

He was not really worried about the life or death of an ordinary soldier he had never met, but he happened to meet him and had a pot of alcohol at hand. If he could conduct a field test, he would have an explanation if His Majesty asked him about it in the future.

The soldier who reported the news finally came to his senses. He was still half-believing and half-doubting at first, but seeing that Song Shen and the other two were able to drink at the same table with Xu Yungong, he thought that they would not be swindlers. At this moment, he could only try his best and lead the way, crawling towards the place where the accident happened.

Zhang Wei originally wanted to push Song Shen by himself, but he was a civil servant and had poor physical strength. He was a little out of breath after running a few steps. Two of the soldiers behind him were carrying Xu Yungong, and the others were very anxious when they saw this. They pulled Zhang Wei away and pushed the wheelchair themselves. The wooden wheelchair made Song Shen feel like his back was being pushed, and he almost vomited.

He cursed the national quintessence in his heart.

Damn, it’s faster than a fucking electric wheelchair. Are these guys sprinters?!

Song Shen was so dizzy that he almost vomited his internal organs. In his busy schedule, he still had to take time out to give instructions:
"Take two benches with you. If you have a long piece of cloth, take one too. It will be useful later!"

The soldiers were desperate and did not care too much about his orders. They saw a few benches in front of the Shaodaozi shop and a white cloth sign fluttering in the wind that read "Selling Shaodaozi". They took the money and ran away like a group of bandits, which was worse than plucking feathers from a passing goose.

Only the waiter and the owner of the Shaodaozi restaurant were left standing at the door, holding Erkang's hands, feeling helpless and unable to cry.

After a chaotic run.

Led by the soldier who brought the news, everyone finally arrived at the scene of the incident at the gate of the military camp.

At this moment, there were already quite a few people gathered around, including soldiers who were also on leave today, people who were familiar with the injured and were anxiously looking after them, and peddlers who set up stalls selling pancakes and food at the entrance of the military camp.

After Zhang Wei whispered the situation to Song Shen, Song Shen shouted:
"If you don't want him to die, then move aside. He can hardly even breathe right now, and you guys are making it even harder for him to breathe if you're surrounding him! Everyone, move away! If you want to watch the fun, stand further away!"

His words are of no use.

But behind him stood a huge group of soldiers!
In the eyes of common people these days, soldiers are stronger bandits than mountain bandits or horse bandits. Otherwise, how could there be such a saying as "Bandits pass by like combs, and soldiers pass by like rakes"?

When the bandits robbed the village, they were in a hurry. They searched once and left quickly, just like combing hair, so there would always be some left. But the soldiers were different. They had plenty of time to search the village and could be very meticulous. Like combing hair with a comb, they could not only comb out the lice in your hair, but also rip your scalp.

The people were afraid of the soldiers even more than they were afraid of the bandits.

Therefore, when they saw so many soldiers standing behind Song Shen, the ordinary people who had just gathered around Zhang Laosan to watch the excitement instantly dispersed and retreated dozens of steps away, for fear that they would be angered by this group of soldiers.

After learning that the person had retreated, Song Shen asked Zhang Wei to help him to the side of the injured person on the ground.

He heard the wailing sound that was already close at hand, and asked first:
"Is there any rust on the knife that stabbed Zhang Laosan's leg?"

The soldier squatting next to Zhang Laosan was the one who had just walked out of the barracks with him, laughing and joking.

Hearing this, he immediately shook his head:

"No, no, he usually cleans the knife just like he gives his wife a bath, he cleans it every day, and even uses the oil from his own head to clean the knife. This knife is in great condition, there is not a single rust on it!"

What a bad description...

While Song Shen was complaining in his heart, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is no rust, the probability of tetanus is not very high and the chance of saving lives is much greater.

So he turned his head slightly and said to Zhang Wei:

"Zhang Laosan's wound is on his thigh, right? Tell them to lift Zhang Laosan's legs first, find something to pad under his knees, and make his legs taller than his upper body. No matter why, just do it first."

Zhang Wei didn't understand why, but he did it anyway because of his trust in Song Shen.

The soldiers behind him were originally uneducated and had no opinions. They were used to listening to their superiors' orders. Now that Song Shen was the leader, they followed his orders. Someone immediately came forward and knelt on the ground, put Zhang Laosan's knees directly on his thighs, and forced him to bend his knees. Then he asked:

"Do you think this will work?"

Zhang Wei described the situation to Song Shen, who nodded:
"Okay, that's good."

"You all have knives, right? Cut open the clothes near his wound. Be careful not to cut him any more. Look at where his wound is now and tell me what the specific condition of the wound is."

The soldier who was playing with Zhang Laosan pulled out a small knife from the side of his boot, and tremblingly did as he was told, cutting open the clothes near the wound, and pulled the part that was stuck on the knife directly to the guard of the handle, revealing the complete wound.

Zhang Wei took a look and whispered:
"There is bleeding, but not too much. There is just a little blood dripping from the wound now. But the bleeding just now must have been quite heavy. I could wring blood out of my clothes."

"The entire blade is inserted through, it's too difficult to remove... Ziwei, I think this is good, or we can wait for the healer to come and remove the blade, it's not something that everyone can do."

It’s not that he doesn’t believe Song Shen.

The situation just now was very clear. Before Song Shen had someone force Zhang Laosan to kneel, there was a lot of blood on the ground, and the amount of bleeding was not small. But with just that one action, after a moment of cutting the clothes, the bleeding of the injured person had become very small, so Song Shen's method must be useful.

But the problem is that Song Shen is completely blind, and Zhang Wei is not sure if he can express this matter clearly. An order from Song Shen has to go through several hands before it can be implemented. If something goes wrong in any link, Song Shen will be blamed because it was their own fault for not waiting for the military doctor to come!
Song Shen pondered and found it difficult to make a decision for a moment.

In his previous life, he was not a medical worker, but just an ordinary office worker. The reason he dared to go on stage today was because he had been a volunteer in earthquake relief in his previous life, had received simple first aid training, and was able to deal with basic wounds and emergencies.

If he were to personally treat a penetrating wound like today, he was sure that he was better than the military doctors of the Ming Dynasty. But as Zhang Wei said, pulling out the knife from a wound that might have injured the aorta was not something that everyone could do. He himself was not sure, let alone commanding these soldiers who had no first aid experience with his eyes closed?
After a moment of silence, Song Shen asked:

"How do military medical sergeants usually treat this type of wound on the battlefield?"

Zhang Wei was at a loss and looked at the soldiers around him.

The soldiers were silent for a while, and then someone whispered:
"Use a branding iron to burn the wound so it stops bleeding."

Song Shen: ... Holy shit!!!

This is the ancient method of stopping bleeding? !
He couldn't believe it:
"Don't you have golden wound medicine? Why don't you use it to stop the bleeding?"

Although Song Shen didn't know the formula of the Golden Wound Medicine, he knew that it was used to treat sword injuries, and it should contain plant ash and various Chinese medicinal ingredients, so it would be able to disinfect and sterilize without any problems. Even if it was just plant ash, a large amount of it could stop bleeding as soon as possible, and this kind of thing should have existed a long time ago.

Otherwise, why can everyone in the TV series use it?

The soldiers all shook their heads:

"How can ordinary soldiers like us use the golden wound medicine? It is very precious. The doctors don't have much, and they are all prepared for the superiors."

Song Shen was really silenced this time.

iron……

If this is the only way to do it when the military doctor arrives, he might as well do it himself.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Brother Congming, put my hand on the thigh of his injured leg."

Zhang Wei didn't know what he was going to do, but he did as he was told.

Song Shen touched for a while, then held Zhang Laosan's thigh tightly with his palm and asked:

"Observe and see if his wound is still bleeding."

Zhang Wei stared at the tip of the knife. Slowly, the blood dripped slower and slower, until it took several breaths for the blood to drip. He then shouted in surprise:

"No... there really isn't much blood!"

But Song Shen was not very happy——

Because he used the pressing method to stop bleeding, and the pressing position was the proximal end of the thigh root, which means that Zhang Laosan really injured the aorta.

The reason there was no spurting blood was because there was still a knife in the wound, and perhaps it was stuck in the blood vessel, preventing the blood from coming out so quickly. If he wanted to pull out the knife, he would have to use a tourniquet.

But the tourniquet cannot be used all the time, otherwise the blood will not circulate for a long time, Zhang Laosan's leg will become necrotic, and he will be completely disabled.

"I'll hold him down, and you draw your swords. Remember, you must be steady, accurate and ruthless, and don't cause him any secondary damage!"

Song Shen thought about it and still couldn't believe that these soldiers could strictly follow the tourniquet usage regulations, so he ordered:

"Brother Congming, prepare the pot of wine and find some clean linen. Blood may spurt out after he draws the sword. Immediately press the linen tightly against his wound. Release it after a while, then pour the wine on his wound and continue to press until the bleeding stops."

"Also, if blood does not bleed after you release the first compression, but blood still spurts out, tell me immediately."

If this still doesn't work, there is no other choice but to apply a tourniquet.

Song Shen felt very tired as he gave the orders.

He just wanted to come today to see what the alcohol did to him, but who knew that he would first meet Xu Yungong, a fool who gulped down a bottle of wine with a concentration of nearly 75 degrees, and then meet an unlucky soldier who stabbed his leg artery.

What the hell is going on!

…………

Yingtian Prefecture, on the way out of the imperial palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang changed into his casual clothes and galloped on his horse while turning back to ask Jiang Li behind him:
"Well, Jiang Er, right? You said Song Shen went to the Shaodaozi shop again and came back to report. Did you leave anyone there? Will there be any accidents?"

Jiang Li wanted to correct himself and said that his name was not Jiang Er, but it really didn't seem appropriate at the moment, so he could only swallow the correction back into his stomach and said while drinking the wind and ash:
"I have kept someone here. Don't worry, there won't be any accidents!"

(End of this chapter)