Back in the city, I did a rough inventory of the battle damage. There were no casualties, but there were quite a few injured.
The battlefield is always full of accidents. No matter how smooth and successful the operation is, it cannot avoid casualties, let alone a night battle with poor visual conditions.
After Zhao Mengqi led his men to break into the group of archers, in order to improve efficiency, he naturally disbanded the cone formation. More than fifty people spread out to fight, chasing the water bandits like ducks to the north.
Therefore, in the chaos, more than a dozen squads suffered injuries of varying sizes, including sprained feet, injuries from falls, stepping on sharp objects, and counterattacks on the verge of death. On the contrary, because the Fenghua Army was fighting in formation, few were injured. of.
Qian Xiaopang, the unlucky guy, didn't know how he got it, but an arrow cluster pierced the sole of his foot. Thanks to Wu Qiong, a strong man, he could carry the weight of nearly 250 kilograms with the armor on his back smoothly. return.
"Haha, fat man, I really don't know what to say to you. I only know how to remind His Highness, but I am so careless."
Wu Qiong picked up the fat man on his back again and walked towards Wu Tower, but he habitually started to ridicule him.
Wu Tower is close to the north gate and is spacious. It has been requisitioned as a field hospital.
Zhao Mengqi also followed and visited the other wounded. After listening to Wu Qiong's words, he also joked, "Perhaps Xiaopang is trying to remind me better, so he sets an example..."
A hearty victory made everyone feel in high spirits. Even the upright people couldn't help but laugh, "Fat man, we didn't even get a single hair injury. You were the only one who suffered a serious injury. I don't think you are suitable." Go to the battlefield, and you are so fat that your armor is about to burst."
"Fart, I'm just a little round... No, I have a general's belly. Do you understand, a general's belly!"
Entering the courtyard of Wu Tower with a relaxed smile, he saw a row of Minzhuang's corpses on the ground. There were also bursts of pain and cries from the building, as well as various hurried and panicked shouts.
"My brother is dying, doctor, doctor, doctor, come and save him..."
"Put this aside for now and bring over the one with the arrow in the chest!"
"Physician, this man is bleeding profusely, what should I do..."
"Stop! There's a barb on the arrow, so you can't pull it out by force... Bear with it, I'll make a cut first... Okay, whoever, come over and wash his wound."
"Okay, apply the gold wound medicine on this and carry it upstairs..."
"Is the ginseng soup ready? Hurry up and bring it over and feed this man a bowl..."
Just now, nearly a hundred civilians were shot by arrows at the top of the city. As long as they survived on the spot, they were all sent here. Doctor Chong, who had just arrived during the day, was bringing his apprentices and five or six local doctors to treat them. .
It's just that none of them are military doctors. Although they have treated trauma, they have no experience in handling such a large scene, so they are busy and seem a bit disordered.
Zhao Mengqi walked into the brightly lit building and saw that the lobby on the first floor, which had been cleared of most of its original furnishings, was overcrowded.
On the ground all around, there were injured people lying in various places waiting for treatment. Most of them had arrow shafts stuck in different parts of their bodies, and there was only a straw mat under them, and blood was everywhere.
In the center of the lobby, where the light is best, there are six "operating tables" made up of small square tables and door panels, and the doctors are nervously performing rescue operations.
Dr. Chong Tai is not only responsible for his own surgical tasks, but also always pays attention to the work of other doctors, corrects mistakes, answers questions, and takes over personally when necessary.
There is nothing that can be done about it, not only because he has the best medical skills, but also has the most surgical experience, although this experience has only been gained in the past few days.
He picked up a water bag, squeezed the wounded man's arrow, and sprayed out a liquid with a strong smell of alcohol to wash away the blood from the affected area.
This liquid must be the strongest soju of this era. Although the alcohol content is far lower than the medical alcohol of later generations, it can still disinfect and sterilize to a certain extent.
Distilled liquor already existed at this time, also known as soju, and soju such as "Jinro" in the stick originated from this.
However, the craftsmanship is still relatively crude and can only reach about 30 degrees, and most people in the Song Dynasty do not like this kind of wine very much.
The taste, coupled with the fact that alcohol is a government monopoly, has not become mainstream.
Everything actually has a development process and does not appear out of thin air.
As for the use of soju for disinfection, some people began to use it in this era. At least Song Ci wrote it in the record of clearing wrongs.
After being reminded by Zhao Mengqi last time, Imperial Physician Chong listed soju as a necessary method for trauma. Wu Lou was a liquor seller, so he naturally had no shortage of this stuff.
Alcohol will cause severe burning pain in open wounds. Fortunately, the apprentice has experience and can hold the wounded person's body firmly in time.
After rinsing, Dr. Chong picked up the knife soaked in soju, looked at the direction, and cut the arrow where it hit, causing the wounded man to scream violently.
But Imperial Physician Chong was unmoved and steadily cut out the desired incision, pulled it open and took a look before slowly taking out the arrowhead.
Afterwards, he rinsed it again with soju, then used a sewing needle soaked in wine to sew twice hastily on the wound, sprinkled it with golden sore medicine, and wrapped it with linen cloth.
"Someone, carry this upstairs."
This method was bloody and rough. In Zhao Mengqi's opinion, it was comparable to that of a slaughterhouse, but he also knew that this was a helpless move.
Qian Xiaopang looked panicked, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he won't make me disabled, will he?"
"Here, the imperial doctor is the most skilled doctor. If you don't let him treat it, who else do you want to treat it? How about I treat you myself? This thing doesn't seem difficult. I feel like I have already learned it. Come on, little fat man, I Let me treat you."
As Zhao Mengqi talked, he was really eager to try, and his eyes kept looking at Qian Long's injured foot.
Qian Xiaopang instantly became even more frightened, "Don't... don't say goodbye. How dare you trouble His Highness? I'd better let the imperial doctor treat me."
Hearing the voice, Imperial Physician Chong raised his head and looked over, "Your Highness, why are you here, but where are you injured? Quickly, remove your Highness's armor..."
Zhao Mengqi and others were covered in blood and bruises, and they looked like they had been seriously injured.
"Don't panic, doctor. I'm fine. I'm not hurt at all. But Fatty Qian was stabbed through the sole of his foot by an arrow."
Wu Qiong carried Qian Long on his back and threw him on the table, which made the table creak under his weight.
Imperial Physician Chong couldn't help but be surprised when he saw an arrow protruding from Qian Long's feet, "Here, how did you shoot this arrow? Can the thief burrow into the ground?"
"He stepped on it himself. Treat him well and don't let him become a fat cripple."
Zhao Mengqi gave the explanation smoothly, and then found that the building was much quieter. Looking around, it turned out that other people also knew that he was coming. They all looked at him, seeming hesitant to come up and salute.
"Doctors, please be busy and don't worry about me." Zhao Mengqi waved his hand, then thought for a while, then raised his voice and shouted to everyone, "Everyone was injured while defending the city. I will never do this." As a courtesy to everyone, both soldiers and civilians, the wounded will receive a subsidy ranging from ten to one hundred guan, and those who died in battle will receive a pension of 300 guan, and will be given three acres of fertile land!"
As soon as the words fell, the whole building fell into silence. Then everyone reacted and began to get excited. It seemed that the pain was no longer so unbearable.
Seeing everyone's gratitude, Zhao Mengqi hurriedly waved his hand, "Everyone, please rest in peace and recover. I will arrange someone to help you solve the problem later. Please keep quiet as much as possible, which will be more conducive to treatment."
In order not to interfere with the treatment, Zhao Mengqi left the building. As soon as he arrived in the yard, he saw Wanwan, Zhao Jian and others hurriedly coming.
They were also frightened when they saw Zhao Mengqi covered in blood, and they all gathered around in panic and anxiety.
"Fourth brother, where are you injured? Why are you bleeding so much? Wuwu... Fourth brother, you must not have anything happen to you..."
"Shiro, please let me see..."
"Zhao Mengqi, are you okay, imperial physician! Imperial physician!"
"Fourth brother..."
Seeing that each of the four young ladies had lost their souls, with tears welling up in their eyes, and they were hurriedly checking his arms and necks, Zhao Mengqi couldn't laugh or cry either.
"Stop, stop, stop, I'm not hurt!"
"Are you fooling me? If you're not hurt, come here.
inside! "The panicked Qian Duo burst out in a bad temper.
Wanwan and the others were also full of disbelief, forcing Zhao Mengqi to jump up and down on the spot, "Look, I'm really not injured. I sent Qian Fatty here. He is being treated inside."
"What?!" Qian Duo rushed into the building like a gust of wind.
"This girl is really of the fire type, and the little fat one is just a minor injury..." Zhao Mengqi shrugged helplessly, "By the way, if you don't stay well in the county office, why are you here?"
Wanwan and others saw that Zhao Mengqi was really fine, and this time their tears turned into laughter.
"Fourth brother, you really scared Jian Niang to death..."
"That's right, fourth brother, you are so scary that you look like a ghost all over your body."
Wanwan calmed down, "Wu Gong and Gaozhi County have calmed down the city and organized people to take to the streets to maintain order. With the news that you defeated the enemy twice spreading, the people have stabilized. I heard Many people are injured and want to come and help."
Only then did Zhao Mengqi notice that there were not only the four of them, but also Zheng Xi and some twenty or thirty relatively strong women and servants. Junqu Pavilion
Wanwan explained, "They are all family servants of the garrison. Mao Liang originally arranged to come here to protect us, so I brought them all here."
"This Maoliang is a bit sensible." Zhao Mengqi nodded, "It's good that you're here. It's a mess here and we need someone to preside over it. I think you should be fine."
Wanwan knew a lot about the military and had no shortage of management skills, so she asked without hesitation, "What do you need me to do?"
"First of all, clean up this place, keep it as clean and tidy as possible, sprinkle quicklime outside the building, spray rice vinegar inside the building... Arrange all the wounded, wash their bodies if possible, and at least put on clean clothes... …Keep it ventilated and dry…find these bodies somewhere else to put them first…”
Zhao Mengqi said everything he could think of, and Wanwan took note of everything carefully.
Finally, he added, "There will definitely be a fierce battle later, and the number of wounded will only increase. You must be prepared."
"Don't worry, leave this to me. ...You, on the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, you must take care of yourself!" Wanwan still couldn't hold back and gave her advice.
Hou Tao ran in from outside the courtyard, "Your Highness! Your Highness! The rebels have arrived!"
