Zhao Kuo walked aimlessly in the military camp and came to the wounded barracks unknowingly.
The wounded barracks was newly built, the soil accumulated outside was still new, and doctors coming and going were constantly busy.
Even when he saw Zhao Kuo, he just nodded and did not stop to salute. This was Zhao Kuo's special order.
Saving people is like putting out a fire. One minute of delay may cost a life.
Moreover, the number of Zhao Jun's doctors was not enough. A total of one hundred doctors and some apprentices who only knew how to bandage had to treat more than 10,000 wounded soldiers. On average, one doctor had to treat more than 100 soldiers. How busy could it be?
Don't waste any time.
Zhao Kuo walked into the first tent, where Song Zhong was examining the wounds of a soldier with an abdominal injury.
The soldier's wound was nearly a foot long and covered with dense stitch marks, like a crawling centipede, which was very terrifying.
The method of suturing wounds with needles and threads was given to Song Zhong by Zhao Kuo. Song Zhong didn't believe it at first and thought Zhao Kuo was talking nonsense.
How can a person sew like clothes? Besides, you, a general who leads troops in war, teach me medical skills?
It's just a big joke.
Finally, forced by Zhao Kuo's power, Song Zhong did as he asked and sewed up the soldier's wounds with needle and thread.
After a few days, Song Zhong's attitude toward Zhao Kuo changed drastically. Every time he saw Zhao Kuo, he asked him to teach him medical skills, and even said that he could become his disciple.
Zhao Kuo really couldn't accept a man who was about the same age as his father kneeling down and calling him husband. He refused repeatedly and promised to tell Song Zhong everything he knew when he had the chance.
Only then did Song Zhong give up.
"Recovering well."
Zhao Kuo saw that the wound had begun to heal and there were no symptoms of inflammation. If nothing else happened, his life was saved.
To be honest, in this day and age, it's a miracle that you can survive such a serious injury.
"General." When the soldier saw Zhao Kuo, he wanted to get up, but Zhao Kuo pinned him down on the bed.
"Have a good rest. I remember you. Zhao Feiqi's soldier is called Huo, right? A few days ago, in the battle of Danshui, he killed an Iron Eagle warrior and a centurion of the Qin army. Don't worry, I owe you the credit.
It has been reported to the king, and your reward is indispensable." Zhao Kuo patted the soldier on the shoulder.
"I didn't expect the general to know about me." Huo said excitedly.
The other soldiers in the ward looked at Huo with a different look. They didn't expect that this honest and humble patient who hadn't spoken to him for several days would turn out to be a ruthless person who even killed the Iron Eagle Warrior.
"Your accent is from Handan?" Zhao Kuo was a little surprised.
"Commander, I am indeed from Handan, and I live in Sanyuanli in the west of the city." Huo said.
"I've been there, and I'll meet you for a drink after the war is over." Zhao Kuo said with a smile.
"As long as the marshal comes to see me, I will definitely take care of the wine." Huo said, patting his chest and grinning in pain.
"Commander, I am also from Handan and live in the north of the city. Have you been there?" A wounded soldier on the left couldn't help but ask.
"I just went there before coming to Changping. The scenery in the north of the city is very good, and the environment there is very warm. There are children playing and playing in the alleys, but they are a little afraid of strangers and ran away when they saw me." Zhao Kuo tried his best to describe it well.
a little.
"Really? My family lives in the third house in Dongtou, Buyili, in the north of the city. When you went there, was there anyone still living in this house?" the wounded soldier asked cautiously, expecting and worrying at the same time, for fear of hearing bad news.
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"There is a resident, a very beautiful woman with a child. I chatted with her for a few words. She said that her husband was serving as a soldier and serving the country. I didn't expect it to be true," Zhao Kuo said.
"Is there only one child? Where is the other child?" The wounded soldier suddenly became excited and cried loudly.
"The other one was playing outside. When I came back in the evening, I passed by there. The naughty boy returned home covered in dirt and was taught a lesson by his mother." Zhao Kuo said quickly.
The wounded soldier breathed a sigh of relief and apologized and thanked him again.
"My second boy is too naughty and needs to be taught a lesson."
"Take good care of yourself, Xian Shi is still waiting for you at home." Zhao Kuo walked outside.
"Yeah." The wounded soldier nodded solemnly.
Just when Zhao Kuo was about to leave the wounded barracks, a wounded soldier suddenly asked: "General, when can we go home?"
Zhao Kuo suddenly stopped.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." The wounded soldier quickly lowered his head in fear.
Zhao Kuo did not look back, but just said: "I, Zhao Kuo, will definitely take you home."
In the past, Zhao Kuo only thought about how to keep himself alive, and he didn't care at all about the lives of others.
During the Danshui battle, he felt a sense of responsibility as a general.
A small decision of his may affect the life or death of 400,000 people. These are living lives, not cold data in the game he played in his previous life! He needs to be responsible for all the soldiers.
Zhao Kuo looked at the setting sun, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the haze in his heart.
Zhao Kuo checked the tents one by one and talked with the soldiers. Even though some soldiers kept complaining, Zhao Kuo was not angry.
Until nightfall, Zhao Kuo arrived at the last wounded soldier camp.
This tent is several times larger than the others and much cleaner than the other tents. Each hospital bed is separated by curtains.
Those who can live here are at least a hundred generals, and there may even be a ten thousand general.
"How about it? Can we still go to the battlefield?" Zhao Kuo walked up to Li Mu and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, general, Mr. Song Zhong said I can recover in ten days at most." Li Mu assured, patting his chest.
"Don't be so reckless next time." Zhao Kuo said.
"promise."
"Take good care of yourself, we will need you in the next battle." Zhao Kuo said.
After leaving the wounded barracks, the sky was filled with stars.
"How many wounded soldiers died?" Zhao Kuo asked Gongsun Long.
Gongsun Long has always been responsible for managing the wounded barracks, and Song Zhong is only responsible for medical treatment.
Gongsun Long managed well and helped Zhao Kuo a lot.
Perhaps it was because there were too many things to do and no time for random thoughts. Gongsun Long's complexion also improved a lot, at least he was no longer dying as before.
"Sir, 856 people have died because their injuries were too serious and their condition has worsened. There are still more than 400 people who are not out of danger. According to Mr. Song Zhong, the remaining wounded soldiers are no longer serious, and recovery is just a matter of time.
Question." Gongsun Long bowed and said.
Zhao Kuo sighed. The main cause of death of these soldiers was wound infection.
He had ordered all doctors, instruments, gauze and other items to be boiled in boiling water before use. Even so, more than 800 people died.
"Unless there is alcohol, disinfect the wounds of the wounded soldiers." Zhao Kuo thought in his mind and shook his head again.
The grain of the State of Zhao was not enough to feed the soldiers, so where could there be surplus grain to make wine?
In troubled times, food is much more valuable than human life.
"Every person you can save is one. As long as the person is not dead, you can't give up." Zhao Kuo said, this is the only thing he can do.
"promise."
"Are there enough medicinal materials?"
"It's enough. The Lord's brother has been arranging for people to deliver medicinal materials here these days." Gongsun Long said.
"Thank you for your hard work," Zhao Kuo said.
I said it not only to Gongsun Long, but also to Zhao Mu.
At this time, several soldiers passed by with big buckets. When they saw Zhao Kuo, they quickly stopped and saluted.
"Is the bucket filled with food?" Zhao Kuo asked.
During the Warring States Period, people generally had two meals. The so-called "駧" was the second meal of the day.