Zhao Kuo walked aimlessly in the military camp and came to the wounded barracks unknowingly.
The wounded barracks was newly built, the soil piled outside was still new, and doctors coming and going were constantly busy.
Even when he saw Zhao Kuo, he just nodded and did not stop to salute. This was Zhao Kuo's special order.
Saving people is like putting out fire. One minute of delay may mean a life.
Moreover, the number of Zhao Jun's doctors was not enough. A total of one hundred doctors and some apprentices who only knew how to bandage had to treat more than 10,000 wounded soldiers. On average, one doctor had to treat more than 100 soldiers, which was not enough.
Don't waste any time.
Zhao Kuo walked into the first tent, where Song Zhong was examining the wounds of a soldier with an abdominal injury.
The soldier's wound was nearly a foot long and covered with dense stitch marks, like a giant crawling centipede. It was very terrifying.
Zhao Kuo gave Song Zhong the method of suturing wounds with needles and threads. Song Zhong didn't believe it at first and thought Zhao Kuo was talking nonsense.
How can a person sew like clothes? Besides, you, a general who leads troops in war, teach me medical skills?
What a huge joke.
Finally, forced by Zhao Kuo's power, Song Zhong did as he asked and sutured the soldier's wounds with needle and thread.
After a few days, Song Zhong's attitude towards Zhao Kuo changed drastically. Every time he saw Zhao Kuo, he asked him to teach him medical skills, and even said that he could become his disciple.
Zhao Kuo really couldn't accept a man who was about the same age as his father kneeling down and calling him husband. He refused repeatedly and promised to tell Song Zhong everything he knew when he had the chance.
Only then did Song Zhong give up.
"Recovering well."
Zhao Kuo saw that the wound had begun to heal and there were no symptoms of inflammation. If nothing else happened, his life was saved.
To be honest, in this day and age, surviving such a serious injury is a miracle.
"General." When the soldier saw Zhao Kuo, he wanted to get up, but Zhao Kuo pinned him down on the bed.
"Have a good rest, I remember you, Zhao Feiqi's soldier, your name is Huo, right? A few days ago, in the battle of Danshui, we killed an Iron Eagle warrior and a centurion of the Qin army. Don't worry, I will take credit for your contribution." It has been reported to the king, and your reward is indispensable." Zhao Kuo patted the soldier on the shoulder.
"I didn't expect the general to know about me." Huo said excitedly.
The other soldiers in the ward looked at Huo with a different look. They did not expect that this honest patient who had not spoken to him for several days would turn out to be a ruthless person who had even killed an Iron Eagle warrior.
"Your accent is from Handan?" Zhao Kuo was a little surprised.
"Commander, I am indeed from Handan. I live in Sanyuanli in the west of the city." Huo said.
"I've been there, and I'll meet you for a drink after the war is over." Zhao Kuo said with a smile.
"As long as the marshal comes to see me, I will definitely take care of the wine." Huo said, patting his chest and grinning in pain.
"Commander, I am also from Handan and live in the north of the city. Have you been there?" A wounded soldier on the left couldn't help but ask.
"I just went there before coming to Changping. The scenery in the north of the city is very good, and the environment there is very warm. There are children playing and playing in the alleys, but they are a little afraid of strangers and ran away when they saw me." Zhao Kuo tried his best to describe it well. a little.
"Really? My family lives in the third house on the east side of Buyili in the north of the city. When you went there, was there anyone still living in this house?" the wounded soldier asked cautiously, expecting and worrying at the same time, for fear of hearing bad news. .
"The resident is a very beautiful woman with a child. I talked to her for a few words. She said that her husband was serving as a soldier outside and serving the country. I didn't expect it to be true." Zhao Kuo said.
"Is there only one child? Where is the other child?" The wounded soldier suddenly became excited and cried loudly.
"The other one was playing outside. When I came back in the evening, I passed by there. The naughty boy just returned home covered in dirt and was taught a lesson by his mother." Zhao Kuo said quickly.
The wounded soldier breathed a sigh of relief and apologized and thanked him.
"My second boy is too naughty and needs to be taught a lesson."
"Recuperate well, Xianshi is still waiting for you at home." Zhao Kuo walked outside.
"Yeah." The wounded soldier nodded solemnly.
Just when Zhao Kuo was about to leave the wounded soldier camp, a wounded soldier suddenly asked: "General, when can we go home?"
Zhao Kuo stopped suddenly.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." The wounded soldier quickly lowered his head in fear.
Zhao Kuo did not look back, but just said: "I, Zhao Kuo, will definitely take you home."
In the past, Zhao Kuo only thought about how to survive, and he didn't care at all about the life and death of others.
During the Danshui battle, he felt a sense of responsibility as a general.
A small decision of his may affect the life or death of 400,000 people. These are living lives, not cold data in the game he played in his previous life! He needs to be responsible for all soldiers.
Zhao Kuo looked at the setting sun, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the haze in his heart.
Zhao Kuo checked the tents one by one and talked with the soldiers. Even though some soldiers kept complaining, Zhao Kuo was not angry.
Until nightfall, Zhao Kuo came to the last wounded soldier camp.
This tent is several times larger than the others and much cleaner than the others. Each bed is separated by a curtain.
Those who can live here are at least 100-man generals, and even one 10,000-man general.
"How about it, can you still go to the battlefield?" Zhao Kuo walked up to Li Mu and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, general, Mr. Song Zhong said I can recover in ten days at most." Li Mu assured, patting his chest.
"Don't be so reckless next time." Zhao Kuo said.
"promise."
"Recuperate well, we will need you in the next battle." Zhao Kuo said.
Leaving the wounded barracks, the sky was filled with stars.
"How many wounded soldiers died?" Zhao Kuo asked Gongsun Long.
Gongsun Long has always been responsible for managing the wounded barracks, and Song Zhong is only responsible for medical treatment.
Gongsun Long managed well and helped Zhao Kuo a lot.
Perhaps it was because there were too many things to do and there was no time to think wildly. Gongsun Long's complexion also improved a lot, at least he was no longer as dying as before.
"Sir, 856 people have died because their injuries were too severe and their condition worsened. There are still more than 400 people who are not out of danger. According to Mr. Song Zhong, the remaining wounded soldiers are no longer serious, and recovery is just a matter of time. Question." Gongsun Long bowed.
Zhao Kuo sighed. The main cause of death of these soldiers was wound infection.
He had ordered all doctors to boil gauze and other items in boiling water before use. Even so, more than 800 people died.
"Unless there is alcohol, disinfect the wounds of the wounded soldiers." Zhao Kuo thought in his mind and shook his head again.
The grain of the State of Zhao was not enough to feed the soldiers, so where could there be surplus grain to make wine?
In troubled times, food is much more valuable than human life.
"Every person you can save is one. As long as the person is not dead, you can't give up." Zhao Kuo said, this is the only thing he can do.
"promise."
"Are there enough medicinal materials?"
"It's enough. The Lord's brother has been arranging for people to deliver medicinal materials here these days." Gongsun Long said.
"Thank you for your hard work," Zhao Kuo said.
It was said not only to Gongsun Long but also to Zhao Mu.
At this time, several soldiers passed by with big buckets. When they saw Zhao Kuo, they quickly stopped and saluted.
"Is the bucket filled with food?" Zhao Kuo asked.
During the Warring States Period, people generally had two meals. The so-called feast is the second meal of the day.
"General, it's Xiang." the soldier replied.
"For the wounded soldiers?"
"yes."
"Open it and show it to me." Zhao Kuo said.
