Listening to the wounded cries of pain, the medical officer in charge was so angry that he cursed the incompetent logistics for delaying the treatment.
The medical officer in charge of the medical shed in Xujiacun was not a military doctor, but a doctor hired from the local area.
Because the injured on the battlefield were all traumatized, life and death were decided immediately on the spot, and even those who survived were treated immediately by military doctors.
The wounded who could be sent to Xujiacun had already passed the line of life and death and could barely survive.
However, it is inevitable that there will be missing arms and legs, and a doctor will prescribe care for the wound infection and recovery period in the later period. After the injury is healed, the patient will be sent home.
When these wounded soldiers enter the rear medical shed, they are still at risk of death.
Since the first batch of wounded were received in the medical shed, a total of fifty people have arrived, and three have been buried outside the village.
In this hot weather, the sweltering medical shed smells like blood, sweat, and feet. It smells bad.
Moreover, there are not enough medicinal materials now. The wounds of two patients whose fever had subsided were red, swollen, hot and painful, and they also started to develop fever.
Medical officer Xu had no medicine in his hand, so he could only soak the rhubarb that had been used to reduce diarrhea and reduce fever and drink it as tea for the wounded. As a result, he suffered from diarrhea and infected wounds. The environment in the medical shed became worse and worse.
The most anxious person is Zhang Juntou. Although he is only a very young officer with dozens of people under his command, he still has the military order to build a medical shed here.
If something goes wrong, not only will the chance of being promoted to a centenarian for meritorious service be lost, but he will also have to be punished.
Moreover, these wounded soldiers were also his comrades. Seeing his comrades come off the battlefield alive and finally die in his own hands, he felt extremely uncomfortable and would not be able to face his colleagues in the army in the future.
"Lao Xu, there is no medicine now, so you can't use other medicines instead!"
Zhang Juntou has not been resting well these days, his face is unkempt, and he yells loudly as soon as he enters the medical shed.
He has asked for help countless times, but now the Yuzhou Prefecture has just been captured, and the new army is attacking the next state capital in one go.
The original ruler of Yuzhou Prefecture sent by the imperial court was beheaded, and all the officials in the six departments were replaced. The handover of government affairs was in chaos.
In addition, there was a riot among the refugees in the city, and the four city gates were tightly closed. Medicinal materials could not be delivered for a while, so we had to find a way to cope with this period of time ourselves.
Xu Dong, who was in his early thirties, was also very anxious at this time. He had been in the medical clinic for ten years. Although he was not a medical expert, he was recruited by the New Army to manage this medical shed because of his rich experience in prescribing and his reputation.
It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. No matter how good he is at prescribing, he can’t solve the problem of medicinal materials: “Zhang Shichang, if you don’t bring the medicine, there’s nothing Xu can do!”
"The ones you have are just grass stems and bark. Can you go to the mountains to find them? The mountains are full of grass and trees. Are there not a few of them that can be used as medicine?"
Zhang Shichang wiped his oily and sweaty forehead, wishing he could drive the doctor up the mountain to find medicine.
Medicines all come from the mountains, but Xu Dong is better. He sits still and only reaches out and asks for himself.
When he heard that he had to go up the mountain to find medicine by himself, Xu An also became angry: "I am a doctor, not a medicine farmer. I only recognize the medicinal materials obtained from the medical clinic, not the medicinal materials on the mountain."
Zhang Jun's head and face turned red from holding back the pain, and he almost lost his breath: "Medicine is medicine, what else is there to say? You, a doctor, can't recognize medicine?"
Xu Dong looked at him with disdain: The soldiers in the army are short-sighted, it is true that a scholar meets a soldier.
I have spent more than ten years reading medical books and studying medical theory. If I can identify the commonly used medicinal materials in pharmacies, I am already a qualified doctor. I have no time to dig out medicines.
Besides, digging for medicine is dirty, tiring, and dangerous, and it’s not something doctors should do.
"The medicine is good and bad, and the doctor is respected!"
Zhang Shichang was almost going crazy. What was going on now? There was still a distinction between medicine and medicine. He only knew that human life was important.
Feeling anxious, Zhang Shichang raised his hand and pinched Xu Dong's neck, gritting his teeth and said: "Xu Dong, you have also received military orders now. If anything happens to these wounded patients, you and I will be beheaded.
If you don’t want to live, I still want to live. I still want to take military pay to support my wife, children, and children. If you don’t find medicine, I will strangle you to death. "
He is a military man, and his hands are very strong. He pinched Xu Dong until his face turned pale. He couldn't push him away and could only slap Zhang Jun's head hard: "Let go, let go, you reckless man!"
Zhang Juntou let go, and Xu Dong coughed violently. Knowing that he would suffer if he angered this tough guy, he still had to trap him: "Zhang Juntou, don't worry, just listen to what I have to say!"
"Say!" Zhang Juntou was furious.
Xu Dong said: "Do you think all the medical clinics in the city make their own medicines?"
Zhang Jun glared: "Isn't it?"
Xu Dong showed disdain: "A medical clinic is a medical clinic, not a pharmacy.
I am a doctor and I am too busy prescribing and seeing doctors every day. I have no time to deal with medicinal materials.
Besides, there are still patients here. I'm going to dig up medicine. Who will take care of them? If something happens, can you bear this heavy responsibility? "
Zhang Juntou moved his mouth and scratched his head, as if Xu Dong really couldn't leave casually.
Xu Dong continued: "Although I have never dug up medicine in the mountains, I know the medicinal classics and herbs by heart, so I naturally know medicine.
You ask those homeless handymen to go up to the mountains to look for it. If they find it, I will be able to tell right from wrong! "
"that's all?"
Zhang Juntou felt that Xu Dong was right, but he also felt that something was wrong.
Now he had no time to wonder why Xu Dong said he didn't recognize the medicine on the mountain, but he recognized the medicine in the medicine cabinet. What was the relationship between the two.
Fortunately, Xu Dong said he knew the medicine, so just let the refugees find it.
In fact, Xu Dong was telling the truth on this point.
Plants are all kinds of strange, growing in different environments and taking different forms, and medicines need to be processed before being given to patients.
Therefore, doctors must learn "Compendium of Materia Medica" and understand the pharmacology and medicinal properties.
Each medicine comes from different places and has different effects.
Sichuan Achyranthes and Achyranthes Achyranthes, Southern Adenophora and Northern Achyranthes, Saffron and Sichuan safflower, Zhejiang Fritillaria and Sichuan Fritillaria, there is a world of difference.
Prescribing not only involves asking about the source and origin of the medicine, but also handling it personally.
It's just that there are still a small number of doctors who are willing to collect their own medicine and make medicine.
After all, doctors are very busy, and prescribing prescriptions is their main business, while surgery has specializations, that's all.
Knowing that Xu Dong is unreliable, Zhang Juntou is angry and anxious now, but there is nothing he can do.
So while complaining about these industrious guys who only know how to use pens, I asked the medical soldiers and handymen who knew the medicinal materials.
All the medical soldiers do is take care of the wounded. There are not enough manpower, and no one knows medicine.
There is no other way but to ask the refugees who knows the medicine.
But although the refugees are all farmers, they deal with vegetation every day. If they want to hunt pigweed, they can go out and pull a basket, but when it comes to medicinal materials, their eyes darken.
Zhang Juntou felt the veins on his forehead twitching, and a few handfuls of grass were making it hard to stop him!
Fortunately, after asking around for the last time, someone actually said they recognized him.
"Zhang Juntou, this villain knows medicine!"
Zhang Jun raised his head and looked up, not happy to see the person coming: "Li Laoshi, do you really recognize him, or are you trying to cheat me out of a piece of cake? You must know that this is business, and you will be beaten if you tell lies."
