As dusk fell, the mountains and fields returned to tranquility.
In another valley a few miles south of the battlefield, soldiers and horses had already set up camp. Zhu Houzhao and others had already rested, and all soldiers and horses were ordered not to make any noise so as not to disturb the emperor's rest.
In a large tent at the edge of the camp, under the flickering lights, Zhang Yanling and Chen Shiyi were inspecting the condition of the injured soldiers. There were seven or eight seriously injured soldiers in the tent, and the lightly injured soldiers who were not in danger of their lives had all been taken to the hospital.
Yao settled down to rest elsewhere. The people in this tent were all seriously injured and on the verge of life or death.
Zhang Yanling checked their injuries one by one. Some of them had broken arms and legs, some had serious injuries to their vital parts, and most of them were in a coma. Although the wounds had been treated, there were no military doctors among the accompanying cavalry, so for a while, in addition to using
There is no other way to treat the wound with first aid powder.
Zhang Yanling knew that nine out of ten people in this tent would not make it. Although the first-aid powder was magical, it could not diagnose and treat such serious injuries. Some of them were almost bleeding out, and some even had their intestines ruptured.
I can barely hold my breath and may leave at any time. In this era, it is difficult to survive in such a situation.
Zhang Yanling checked it carefully and left with a sigh. When he left the tent, two soldiers from Yaowu Camp were walking quickly carrying a wounded person. The wounded man on the stretcher was covered in blood and his face could not be seen clearly.
, the white cloth randomly wrapped around the chest has been dyed red.
Zhang Yanling looked at the injured person and suddenly said: "Isn't that Zhao Shoubei?"
Chen Shiyi took a closer look and said, "It's him, it's Zhao Shoubei."
Zhang Yanling was overjoyed. He had been looking for Zhao Yongsheng. Zhao Yongsheng was not among the people alive after the battle, and all the soldiers he brought with him from the Longmen Institute were also killed. Zhang Yanling only knew that Zhao Yongsheng was seriously injured, but the situation was chaotic and he had no time to take care of it. After that,
He was not found. Zhang Yanling thought he had been killed and felt very sad in his heart.
This man fought bravely, was brave and loyal, and had considerable knowledge. Zhang Yanling had a good impression of him. He died in the battle, and Zhang Yanling was very sorry. Unexpectedly, he was still alive.
"Where did you find Zhao Shoubei?" Zhang Yanling asked while checking Zhao Yongsheng's injuries.
"Reporting to the Marquis, we were ordered to clean up the corpses on the battlefield. This brother was lying in the pile of dead people. He was still breathing, so he wrapped his wounds and carried him back." A soldier said.
"But I'm afraid he won't survive. We took a look. He had more than a dozen wounds on his body. There was a big hole in his chest, which was stabbed in by a Tatar's scimitar. This is a fatal wound." Another soldier said.
Zhang Yanling said in a deep voice: "Carry him to my tent. Quick."
A moment later, Zhao Yongsheng, who was naked and unconscious, was already lying on the grass bunk in Zhang Yanling's tent. Zhang Yanling quickly checked his injuries. Indeed, as the soldiers who carried him back said, there were many injuries all over his body, including his chest.
The most serious injury was caused by a Tatar scimitar stabbing him into the chest. I don’t know how deep it was, or whether his internal organs were injured.
"I'm afraid this injury is..." Chen Shiyi frowned and sighed.
Zhang Yanling said: "Go and ask Mr. Zhu to come and tell me that I have something to ask him."
Chen Shiyi didn't know what Zhang Yanling was going to do, so he hurriedly agreed to invite Zhu Lin. Zhang Yanling immediately ordered his guards to prepare twine, hot water, gauze and other items for treatment.
Zhang Yanling knew that Zhao Yongsheng's life was in danger, so he had to rescue him immediately. As for how to save him, Zhang Yanling didn't know. But he believed that the first priority was to suture the wound to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, Zhao Yongsheng would definitely die.
If the wound on the chest hurt the internal organs, Zhao Yongsheng would also die, because he was helpless. But Zhang Yanling believed that if the Tatar's knife had hurt the heart, Zhao Yongsheng would have died long ago. Zhao Yongsheng is still breathing right now.
, so Zhang Yanling judged that the heart should not be injured. Under this premise, there is the possibility of treating a dead horse as a living horse.
The personal guards helped clean Zhao Yongsheng's body with water. Zhang Yanling boiled and sterilized the dagger and twine in boiling water, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a Eight Treasures Heart-protecting Pill.
On the way, Tan Ruqing gave this pill to Zhang Yanling. This pill is extremely precious and there are not many left. However, taking one pill when the patient is dying has the effect of protecting the heart and rejuvenating the patient.
Zhang Yanling stuffed the pills into Zhao Yongsheng's mouth and drank it with water. Soon Zhao Yongsheng's breathing became calmer. At this time, Chen Shiyi came in from the outside, followed by Zhu Lin.
"Brother Trillium, are you looking for me? I was about to discuss something with you." Zhu Lin entered the tent and said loudly. Suddenly he saw the naked Zhao Yongsheng lying in the tent, and the hot water in the stove was boiling. There were daggers and knives.
The sight of boiling water shocked me.
"What is this? Who is this?" Zhu Lin asked in shock.
Zhang Yanling said: "This one is Zhao Yongsheng, who is guarding Longmen Station. He has made great achievements this time, but he was seriously injured in today's battle. I have to find a way to save him."
Zhu Lin took a quick look at Zhao Yongsheng's injuries, smacked his lips and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult to save this."
Zhang Yanling said: "Stop talking nonsense and bring the wine you have."
Zhu Lin said in astonishment: "How did you know there was alcohol on me?"
Zhang Yanling said: "Don't you know that my young master is addicted to alcohol? There is no alcohol in the army, so you must have it with you. Bring it to me."
Zhu Lin was speechless, so he had to take out a pot of strong liquor hidden in his leather bag and handed it to Zhang Yanling, saying: "He is like this, how can he still drink? Wouldn't it cost him his life?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yanling bit the bottle, took a big sip of wine and sprayed it on the wound on Zhao Yongsheng's chest. After several squirts, he wiped the blood scab on the wound with gauze until the rolled flesh and blood of the wound was exposed.
.As a result of this cleaning, a large amount of blood gushed out from the already scabbed wound.
"Disinfection with strong alcohol is the first step, and then it's time to apply medicine and sew the wound. Young Master helped me hold him down while I started to take action. Chen Qianhu also helped." Zhang Yanling said solemnly.
Chen Shiyi and Zhu Lin pressed one on the shoulders and the other on the legs to control Zhao Yongsheng's body. However, Zhang Yanling took out the pottery bottle from his arms, poured a whole bottle of first-aid powder into the wound, and quickly spread it evenly.
, then picked up a dagger and twine and began to suture the wound.
The suturing technique was very rough. The tip of the dagger was used to pick up the flesh and blood, and a knife was used to pierce a hole, and then a hemp thread was passed through it. The wound was sutured back and forth several times, from the inside to the outside.
Even though Zhao Yongsheng was in a coma, his body was shaking with pain and he groaned. Zhu Lin and Chen Shiyi had to hold down his body hard to let Zhang Yanling operate.
Zhang Yanling was also sweating profusely, and his hands were digging into the wound, making his hands covered with blood, which looked extremely cruel.
Finally, Zhang Yanling threaded the last piece of twine, knotted it and cut off the other end. He took out a bottle of first aid powder and sprinkled the powder on the wound into a thick layer. Then he wrapped gauze tightly around Zhao Yongsheng's body.
Wrap it several times and wrap the wound tightly.
After a while, blood oozed out from the gauze, but the bleeding area was not large. Zhang Yanling crossed his two bloody hands and sighed: "Okay, the bleeding should have stopped, and the wound has been sutured.
.The rest is up to him."
Zhu Lin said speechlessly: "Is this done?"
Zhang Yanling said: "There is no other way. The only thing we can do is to follow the emergency. If there is a special needle and thread for suturing, the wound can be sutured better. Unfortunately, I didn't bring it. Zhao Shoubei's wound is too big. It must be sutured internally and externally with medicated powder."
Stop the bleeding. Otherwise he won't survive the night."
Zhu Lin said: "I didn't expect you to have medical skills."
Zhang Yanling said: "I know nothing, but I am just treating a dead horse as a live doctor. But I have First Aid Powder, which is a miracle medicine for trauma, otherwise I would not dare to do this. He has other wounds on his body, let's deal with them."
Zhang Yanling immediately started to clean a dozen other wounds on Zhao Yongsheng's body with strong liquor. None of those wounds were fatal, but there was a risk of infection if left untreated. After cleaning, he applied medicine and bandages, and after half an hour of busy work, he was finally done.
Zhao Yongsheng lost too much blood, so the only way Zhang Yanling could think of was to give him some very light salt water to replenish his body fluids. After filling him with two large bowls of salt water, he washed his hands and had people clean up the mess, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother Zhao, this is all Yanling can do. You can live after tonight. I remember that you have a wife and a family, and you have children. You must never give up. I know you can hear me, and you must
Get through it. As long as you get through it, you will have a bright future ahead." Zhang Yanling said in a deep voice to the unconscious Zhao Yongsheng.
Zhao Yongsheng was breathing heavily and was unconscious.
Zhu Lin looked at Zhang Yanling and sighed in his heart. Zhu Lin had already changed his mind about Zhang Yanling. Seeing Zhang Yanling take such good care of a border guard today shows that he is not a person with affection and loyalty. This is not possible.
Pretended.
"Let him stay here tonight and order people to observe his condition at all times. If he has a fever or has other changes, report it to me immediately. Whether he can survive it depends on luck." Zhang Yanling ordered Chen Shiyi.
Chen Shi nodded and said, "Where does Mr. Hou live?"
Zhu Lin said: "Your Marquis is staying in my tent tonight, and I just want to talk to your Marquis. Brother Yanling, are you willing to give me a favor?"
Zhang Yanling said with a smile: "Young Master, if you don't mind me snoring in my sleep, it's fine. I can still have some wine to drink."
Zhu Lin smiled and said: "Don't make any noise, this is the army, we can only drink some secretly. Let's go, I have a lot to say to you."
…
In Zhu Lin's tent, Zhang Yanling was sitting on the straw bed, with some dried meat and two bottles of wine in front of him. Zhu Lin sat cross-legged opposite and said with a smile: "Brother Yanling, let's have a drink first to celebrate your ability this time.
Protect the emperor and escape from death."
Zhang Yanling smiled, grabbed the jug and drank several sips. After putting the jug down, he took a long breath and praised: "It's such a strong wine. My young master still likes to drink strong wine. It's really satisfying."
Zhu Lin also took a few sips, wiped the wine stains and said with a smile: "I will treat you to the best wine when I return to the capital. I know you are not used to it. Just make do with it."
Zhang Yanling nodded and said, "You won't be able to escape after just one drink."
Zhu Lin said in a deep voice: "Of course one meal is not enough. I know that this time you have given me a reward. Even if I treat you to 10,000 drinks, I can't equal it. But... Brother Yanling, I
Some doubts..."
Zhang Yanling smiled and said: "I know, you want to ask why I wrote to you and asked you to come with troops, right?"