The medical and health conditions of the Tang army were still insufficient. Only when the Protectorate went on an expedition, medical officers listed on the military register would be recruited. Under normal circumstances, the soldiers would bandage each other with local methods and burn the wounds with soldering irons.
If the injury was more serious, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
After a while, the Sogdian man came back with a jar. Li Siye raised his head and asked him with squinted eyes: "Can you sew the wound?"
The Sogdian crossed his hands and said: "Yes, it will be sutured with horsetail sutures. However, with hot flashes in the summer, sutures with sutures are prone to infection and suppuration, and the high fever will not go away... I'm afraid, the general will use ironing to be safe."
Li Siye took a deep breath and asked, "Is there no other way but to perm it?"
"There is a kind of ant whose pincers have a small amount of anesthesia and will not cause wound infection. Its pincers can clamp meat and will never loosen it. It can be used to suture wounds without removing the stitches."
Li Siye asked in surprise: "Do you have this kind of ant?"
"No."
Isn't this a waste of emotions? Li Siye frowned and asked, "What about other than that?"
The Sogdian veterinarian shook his head mechanically.
Li Siye took off his middle coat and tied it around his waist, revealing his bloody chest and arms. He lay on the sheep felt and gritted his teeth and said, "Here, let's burn it."
The veterinarian put the wooden stick wrapped in wet linen into Li Siye's mouth and said softly in a low voice: "General, you have to be patient."
Bah! "Ah, ah!"
The smell of burning wounds permeated the entire tent, but the screams didn't stop there. They were heard one after another throughout the Tang Army camp, making people feel scalp numb.
After simple treatment and rest, the lieutenant generals were led by Li Siye on their way back to Qiuci, heading east along Qianquan Mountain.
The wounds on his body were covered with hard scabs, and every time he bumped while riding on the horse, he grinned in pain. This was how he truly tasted the pain of being a soldier. There will be many years of battles in the future, and I don’t know if this kind of pain will continue.
How long.
Whenever he was in pain, he would divert his attention through aimless imagination, thinking that after he recovered from the injury, he must improve the medical level of the military. At least two people in each team should be able to do simple things.
Soldiers who perform surgical procedures such as suturing are encouraged to learn from military medical officers through increased pay. This will not only reduce the pain of the soldiers, but also increase the post-war survival rate.
At least along the way, he saw with his own eyes five soldiers who died of wound infection on the moving stretchers.
His own forehead also began to feel hot, his eyes looked at the ground as if he were wearing reading glasses, and his mouth felt extremely thirsty.
He raised his arm to greet Yan Xiaosi who was following him: "Xiaosi, is there any water?"
Yan Xiaosi got off his horse and ran over quickly, holding the water bag high in his hand. Seeing Li Siye's dry lips, he said anxiously: "General, do you have a fever?"
"It doesn't matter, I just want to drink some water. Add some salt to the water."
Li Siye did have a high fever. The wounds on his body did not burst and suppurate, but his body temperature still rose uncontrollably. The only way for him at the moment was to drink water, then lie on the fat black man's back and follow the team slowly.
Every time Yan Xiaosi went to a camp, he boiled the water and added salt according to his instructions, while Li Siye kept drinking water to speed up the circulation in the body and combat the high temperature of the body.
When the Tang army returned to the front line of Dashi City, they met General Cheng Qianli who came to rescue him. Li Siye seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and was on the verge of being awake and comatose all day long.
The medical officer sent by Qiuci stood beside the stretcher. After feeling his pulse, he frowned and thought carefully.
Yan Xiaosi approached and asked nervously: "Medical officer, how is my general?"
"It's hard to say," the medical officer said hesitantly: "General Li's fever is not going away right now. The only way is to replenish water. I will give him some medicine to clear away the fire toxins in the body and drink it with supplementary support. Logically speaking.
His injury has scabbed over and there is no suppuration. The burning is really weird."
Cheng Qianli was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked quickly: "I'm afraid it's stained with something dirty. Should I do some rituals to drive away evil spirits?"
The medical officer twirled his beard and shook his head: "I don't know how powerful you are, and General Li is full of murderous aura from his appearance. What evil spirit dares to get close to him?"
The stretcher that carried him was later changed to a carriage. He lay in the carriage all day long and could not tell where he was, but he knew the time clearly. His high fever attacks had a certain time rhythm, and the temperature would rise at five o'clock.
After descending, you will regain consciousness in the morning, and you can open the curtain to talk to the coachman and ask about the return journey. However, after midnight, the fever will start again and the whole person will become drowsy.
This situation continued until he entered Kucha City, and the duration of the high fever became shorter and shorter. This made him very lucky. His brain was not burned to death, and he was lucky that he did not die young.
Half a month later, his health improved and he was able to walk in circles in the courtyard of the Protectorate.
Yan Xiaosi walked in from the side courtyard and when he saw Li Siye, he hurriedly ran over to help him: "General, your health has not improved yet. You should rest in bed."
Li Siye waved his hand and said, "It's not good to lie down all the time. You'd better get more sun."
"Of course it's good to bask in the sun. I'll bring you a bed."
Li Siye put his hands behind his back and nodded. Yan Xiaosi took the bed out of the room, helped him sit down, and squatted on the steps.
He turned around and asked, "Have you brought Fujimu's ashes back?"
"Well, I found someone in Qiuci to make a wooden box for him, so that we can take it with us when we return to Chang'an."
"He is a Japanese man. It is not easy for him to travel thousands of miles to the Tang Dynasty. It is better for him to return to his roots." Li Siye said to himself: "My seven-foot body almost ended up on the battlefield. Fortunately, Mei'er
You and Twelfth Mother are not in Qiuci, otherwise they would know how anxious they would be. When you go to Shule after the injury is healed, you can be more strict with your mouth and pretend that this incident has never happened."
Yan Xiaosi suddenly fell silent and pursed his lips in embarrassment. Li Siye turned around and saw his strange behavior, and immediately became discouraged and asked: "They all know that Shule City is so far away from Diazhuang City? How did you do it?
Arrived?"
"It's not how to do it." Yan Xiaosi whispered: "You were already unconscious when we passed by Dialong City. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to survive, so I sent a private soldier to deliver the message, at least to let them
Come and see you..."
"Is this the last time we met?" Li Siye had nothing to criticize in this matter, at least from the perspective of the time, it was completely correct.
"Then when will they arrive? It's best to come here later. When I'm fully recovered and strong enough to stand in front of them, I won't be too sad."
"Yeah, it's not too late, I'm afraid it will be in these two days."
As a result, Li Meier and Twelfth Niang arrived in the afternoon. They entered the city almost crying. When they entered the courtyard, they burst into tears again. At this time, Meng Lingcha, the governor of the Jiedu, was visiting, and he saw the two ladies lying on the ground.
In front of Hu's bed, Li Siye's knees were filled with tears. Her husband Meng Zhongcheng could only twirling his beard and whispered a few words of comfort:
"You two ladies, please stop crying. Isn't General Li sitting here perfectly intact? If you break your body from crying, you will make him anxious and hurt."
In this situation, Fumeng Lingcha couldn't stay any longer, so he got up and left.
Li Siye asked Yan Xiaosi to move the bed back into the room, and he was helped back into the house by two crying ladies. They sat down on the felt blanket. Li Mei'er rubbed his red and swollen eyes, leaning her buns on his brother's shoulders and holding her hands in her hands.
Holding a silk handkerchief to wipe away tears.
Later, Li Meier went next door to make medicine. Li Siye lay on the blanket with his bare back. Twelve Niang sat beside him and applied ointment to him, whispering about her struggle and sadness after hearing the news.
Yan Xiaosi felt that he was not suitable to stay in this situation, so he hid early.
"When I heard the message from the soldiers, I felt like the sky was about to fall. Mr. Lang may not know how happy I was when you said you wanted to marry me, and how sad I was when I heard the news.
It was like I fell from the clouds into the mud all at once. These are the things that have been thinking in my head all day long. What will we do if you are gone? Should I take Meier back to Chang'an and follow my master to become a monk and do Kun Taoism?
Accompanied by the Three Purities, I will live out the rest of my life."
Li Siye listened silently, and could feel the deep affection that Twelve Niangs showed in his heart. After all, he was not her, and he could not experience her feelings on his behalf. What he felt in his slightly slow heart was nothing but ten thousand.
One-tenth of Er Niang's money was enough for him to firmly believe that he should not let his heart down.
He is not afraid of women making trouble, but he is afraid of women crying. Regarding the current situation, he can't think of a way to deal with it, so he can only pretend to be obedient.