The current situation did not give Shen Qingqian much time to think.
When they arrived at Lanjiang, there were countless wounded waiting for treatment, and Shen Qingqian and others immediately jumped into the rescue effort.
"Mr. Hu, please come here and take a look. If his leg is not reattached, it will be useless in the future!"
"Mr. Hu, the injuries here are the most serious. Please come over to me first..."
"Mr. Hu, please help me! I don't want to be disabled..."
In the large tent of the wounded, wailing, cries for help, and cries could be heard all the time.
Not all soldiers can endure being injured and remain silent. Few people can control conditioned reflexes.
Dr. Hu was really lacking in skills. When he saw that Shen Qingqian was just treating the wounds of a slightly injured patient, he immediately stopped her and said, "Sixth girl, go and take a look at the one with a broken stomach."
Shen Qingqian thought he heard wrong, but soon he heard Doctor Hu continue: "If his injuries are not treated, he will die. Doctors do not distinguish between men and women. Girl, don't think about anything, I am here!"
During the previous period, Shen Qingqian was basically responsible for changing dressings, preparing prescriptions, bandaging people, etc. at the Military Medical Department. She had never dealt with any serious injuries alone.
One of the reasons is her identity as a woman.
"Okay, I'll give it a try." Seeing this, Shen Qingqian no longer hesitated, carrying her medicine box and walking towards the young general with an abdominal injury.
Shen Qingqian took out the medical kit in the system. This system is really smart. The appearance of the medical kit in the system still looks like a modern one, but after taking it out, it turns into an antique local product.
"Military Doctor Shen, you must save our centurion!"
Centurion is a military rank in the Jin army, and he is in charge of hundreds of people.
"The centurion was injured because he was trying to save us. We caused him trouble..."
Two young soldiers who were also injured, but slightly injured, said eagerly to Shen Qingqian, both of whom were so anxious that they were about to burst into tears.
"I will try my best." Shen Qingqian reached out to check the pulse of the unconscious Centurion lying on the ground, and soon breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the coma was only due to excessive blood loss.
Shen Qingqian took out the anti-inflammatory medicine, asked the little soldier guarding the Centurion to feed it to him, and then concentrated on treating the wound on his abdomen.
It looked like a stab wound, a horizontal cut above the belly button, and then a pull, almost disemboweling the belly.
There wasn't much hemostatic powder in the medicine box, and Shen Qingqian didn't dare to waste it. After thinking about it for a moment, he cleaned his wound with divine spring water, quickly sewed it up with silk thread, then sprinkled it with the hemostatic powder produced by the Military Medical Administration, and carefully The wound is bandaged.
When doing this, Shen Qingqian's hands were very steady and his movements were fast, but he seemed to be unhurried and orderly.
Her silence made everyone around her gradually quiet down, and those who hadn't fainted stared at her actions with wide eyes.
Someone whispered: "Isn't Military Doctor Shen afraid of blood at all?"
"I have a sister at home. If she saw such a long wound and so much blood, she would probably be frightened and faint. Where can I treat someone's wound like this?"
"Military Doctor Shen is really amazing. He is not inferior to Dr. Li and the others at all!"
"Her sewing skills are also good. You can't even see the thread on the centurion's belly..."
After Shen Qingqian finished this one, he went on to deal with the next injured patient, not paying attention to other people's comments at all.
That night, the bloody battle along the Lanjiang River continued until dawn. Seeing that they could not attack for a long time, King Zhao's army temporarily withdrew.
Coach Deng and Sheng Ze stood by the Lanjiang River. Both of them had a lot of blood on their bodies and their faces were stained with dust.
Looking at King Zhao's warships in the Lanjiang River from a distance, Coach Deng said solemnly: "These ships are not built recently. King Zhao has been planning for a long time!"
