Chapter 72 Trauma Suture

While resuscitating, Zian turned around and told the doctor, "Quickly prepare Baiyao, pour it down first, then prepare Guilu Decoction to produce blood, add Dihuang Decoction, and take it up together."

The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it's useless."

"Go!" Zi'an roared at him, her voice changed, she couldn't let Murong Jie die, Murong Jie was her only backer, at least for now.

Prince An grabbed the doctor by the collar, "Do as she tells you."

"Yes, yes!" The doctor immediately went down.

Murong Zhuangzhuang saw that Zian was not afraid of blood and wounds, he took care of it step by step, and could order the doctor to do what to do in an orderly manner. Seeing her calm and dignified face, for some reason, she suddenly felt a little relieved.

Su Qing brought gunpowder, not much, they were all taken from the firecrackers.

Zian put gunpowder on the poisonous wound and burned it with fire. After the flame disappeared, the blood from the wound disappeared. Su Qing immediately understood that if he kept his mouth shut, the poison from the outer skin of the wound would not be able to seep into it.

This woman is so smart.

On the battlefield, sometimes wounds are scalded with fire. Of course, the function is to stop bleeding, but I did not expect that gunpowder also has the effect of detoxification.

After cleaning the wounds on the body, he slowly checked the minor injuries on the face and arms.

Fortunately, the wounds on the hands were not broken bones or tendons, but only skin trauma, which was easy to treat.

Bai Yao just poured it with warm water, his jaw was so tight that he could hardly pour it in.

Zian wanted to hold his head, and then asked Su Qing to pry open his teeth before he could irrigate.

There was a lot of noise outside, and it was because the doctor ordered the servants who were by his side to do things during the treatment.

After filling Baiyao, you have to wait a while before filling Guilu Decoction.

Zian sat on the side of the bed and began to apply the hemostatic powder. The time to seal the acupuncture point should not be too long, so he had to apply the hemostatic powder to the wound first.

Do not remove the needles all at once, but take them one by one in a gradual manner, so as not to remove the needles all at once, the blood in the body will pour back and hit the wound, and then there is no way to stop it, and the blood in the body will It will also drain.

Seeing that Zian knew acupuncture and moxibustion, the doctor looked at her with more respect.

After the acupuncture was done, the amount of bleeding was checked. Fortunately, there was no blood oozing out. It can be seen that the hemostatic powder had worked, and she began to bandage the minor trauma.

The weather is very hot, so you must apply medicine and disinfect it when bandaging, and you must change the dressing frequently, otherwise it will be easy to get infected.

She didn't bandage the seriously injured area, and she needed stitches later, the wound was so big and long, if the stitches weren't stitched up, it would definitely cause more serious sequelae or wound infection.

Her dressing technique is so skillful that even the doctors from the Huimin Bureau were secretly surprised when they saw it. Such a skillful technique can at least be done by a doctor who has been in medicine for more than ten years and has bandaged trauma for a long time.

But this little girl looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, especially just now a series of needles to stop bleeding and disinfect, all done in one go, facing such a seriously injured person, she did not show the slightest fear or worry, let alone because the other party is the regent. , then carefully timid.

Seeing this, Su Qing couldn't help marveling secretly. It seems that she can bear the title of doctor, which is what a real doctor should be.

Prince An has been standing by the side all the time, he didn't look at how Zian treated the wound, he just kept staring at Murong Jie, as if counting whether his breath could come up, sometimes he exhaled for a long time, but he didn't breathe in again, Prince An's His face became tense, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Repeating this over and over again is really torturing.

After everyone saw that she had bandaged a few minor wounds, they stopped, and the doctor asked, "Aren't you going to bandage the rest of the wounds?"

Zian shook his head, "These big wounds have to wait a while, I'm going to sew them up."

The doctor thought he heard it wrong, "What? Sew it? What do you want to sew?"

Zian was thinking about what thread to use, but he didn't answer him all the time.

Ordinary cotton thread should not have the toughness to meet wounds.

She thought for a while, raised her head to ask Prince An, but saw that everyone was looking at her stupidly, as if waiting for her to answer, and then she belatedly remembered the doctor's question, and explained: "Stitches are good for you." Accelerate the healing of wounds, prevent the recurrence of bleeding, and reduce the chance of infection. For example, if a wound is not stitched, it will take ten days to heal. If stitches only need four days, the wound's health will be greatly improved. The ability to heal and prevent the wound from bursting again..."

She paused for a moment, even if the stitches wound might explode, alas, she tried her best to adjust her thoughts, only to find that she was pretending to be serious and professional, but she couldn't hide the panic in her heart.

She was afraid that he would die, in her hands.

When her thoughts were confused, her heart was also confused. When she spoke, her voice trembled slightly, "Is there any thread that is more resilient?"

Su Qing asked tentatively: "Do you really want to sew up the wound?"

Zian nodded indiscriminately, "Yes."

She didn't want to explain anything, throwing out those professional terms sentence by sentence would only make her flustered.

Such a serious injury, even in modern times, may not be able to be cured with advanced medicine or equipment.

No matter how hard she tried now, she couldn't even see a 1% hope.

She didn't dare to look into their eyes. Perhaps everyone present thought she could be saved. The smooth and smooth way of treating the wound made them all see hope, but Zian listened to his heartbeat and opened his pupils. Faded little by little.

She could only do the most basic measures, hemostasis, stitches and bandages, but she could only watch his life loss little by little.

The people present were silent for a while, and Prince An said lightly, "Use silk thread."

Zian nodded, "Yes."

Sutures actually existed in ancient times, but Zian didn't know that there was no sutures here, which shows how backward the medical skills here are.

When she was studying traditional Chinese medicine in modern times, she knew that suture first appeared in the Jin Dynasty's "On the Origin of Diseases and Symptoms of Jinchuang Intestines", which recorded simple trauma sutures, disinfection with salt water, etc. "Twelve Disease Prescriptions" always records very detailed.

Although it is said that suture is not widely used, as a doctor, it is not unheard of.

In the past, mulberry thread, hemp thread, and silk thread were occasionally used for sutures, but Zian tended to use silk thread, which was easy to twist.

The silk thread was fetched, and Zi'an ordered someone to fetch the largest sewing needle.

Looking at these medical instruments, Zian only felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Although she has the soul-destroying ring, it can't do much for such a severe trauma.

The only thing that can be used is needles and medicine.

The stitching process was long and arduous, and she didn't even have an assistant, and she had to do it herself even to wipe the blood with cotton.