Chapter 96 From Death to Life
"Simon, help me up, and I will be the binding oil for my wounded brothers."
Hearing what Garris said, the three people around him opened their mouths.
Looking at Garris' slightly pale face, Isabel said directly: "You are too weak now and need to rest. It is not suitable to move around."
Simon also silently refused Gareth's request, unwilling to help him stand up now.
"I know my body, it doesn't matter."
"Now I stand up, at most I am tired myself, but for those brothers, if they are absent, it may be a regret in their lives. Two seriously injured brothers have already left, and the remaining four are in poor condition. Not good..."
Garris looked at John aside, and then he got a silent reply.
Obviously, for people in this era, serious injury is no different from hanging by a thread.
Garris asked again: "Simon, help me go to see them."
This time, Simon complied with his wishes.
……
The sun is about to set, and the groans of many people can be heard in the temporary rescue center here in Skar village.
Many women and children were interspersed among them, following the instructions of the knights beside them to change clean bandages for the wounded.
Most of the injured were actually minor injuries, and their treatment was actually nothing complicated.
According to the first aid knowledge compiled and taught by Garris, it can be summarized as stopping arterial bleeding, cleaning wounds, dressing wounds, and fixing fractures...
The key point is to avoid infection and avoid those "elves" that are harmful to the body and use various unclean substances to break into the human body and multiply.
As long as inflammation and wound infection can be avoided, the survival rate for minor injuries is quite high.
But for those seriously injured, in the Middle Ages, an era when medical treatment was scarce, even Garris himself was helpless.
In terms of surgery, Gairis is not necessarily as good as Abdullah, who has rich experience.
Unfortunately, two seriously injured people died of their injuries before Abdullah arrived.
The condition of the other four seriously injured persons is not optimistic either.
In such a situation where almost all the wounded felt sad, they met the person they were most looking forward to.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, adding a sacred brilliance to the white robe.
His steps were steady and gentle, and Simon beside him held a bottle of consecrated olive oil and a piece of bread wrapped in cloth.
Nowadays, Garris is unable to heal their physical injuries due to the lack of medical treatment and medicine. We can only do our best, follow the traditions of this era, and find ways to bring spiritual comfort to these people.
If someone can overcome the nightmare of death through inner determination, then from Garris's point of view, that would be great.
The Sacrament of the Anointing of the Sick is one of the seven sacraments recognized by the Catholic Church. In the understanding of Christians in this era, it can not only heal physical wounds, but also forgive sins.
Generally speaking, only ordained priests can perform this sacrament, but in the village of Skal, there is no one more "holy" than Garris.
Every wounded person was looking forward to Garris coming to their side.
[A person who is sick should invite the elders of the church to come, anoint his body with oil in the name of the Lord and pray for him. The prayer of faith will make the sick man well, and the Lord will make him well. If he has sinned, he will be forgiven. 】——"James" 5:14-15
For any ordinary person in any era, life is mostly monotonous and boring.
Busy every day, just to survive for the future.
In the 12th century, the height of the Middle Ages, this was even more true for farmers.
Their hearts are like the dry and cracked earth, and the only thing that can nourish their hearts is the Bible stories that have been passed down countless times from generation to generation.
And even for Bible stories, they can actually only listen to a few fixed ones, because in this era, it is difficult for most churches to have complete sets of Bibles.
Every time I go to Mass, the priests preach the same set of sermons.
The farmers were actually familiar with those stories, but they were still eager to listen to the priest's preaching over and over again.
Because in their numb lives, there are too few things that can exude color.
For them, the tone of the world is gray. From the day they become sensible, they can see at a glance the end of their lives, which will be endless labor and suffering.
There is actually nothing wrong with serving in the military, and there is actually nothing wrong with going to kill or be killed.
Just living in this gray world is already a hardship. Using other people's blood or your own blood to add a touch of red to this gray earth, isn't it a change?
In the past perception of those old Frank farmers, they were not even afraid of living, so how could they be afraid of death?
The freedmen soldiers who were influenced by Garris were as happy as a festival at first, and responded enthusiastically to Leonard's call for them. They didn't mind robbing or killing people at all, because this could at least temporarily get them out of the boring world. A boring gray and white life.
However, it was this opportunity that completely changed their lives and allowed them to see more colors.
These wounded people lying in the treatment center did not regret their choices, because Garris showed them a corner of the new world and taught them what it means to live like a human being.
The sun outside the house is about to set, but the light that rises from the underworld and shines peacefully on humans is approaching them step by step.
The dry and cracked earth dropped sweet rain that nourished all things, and a bright star illuminated all things for them.
Every time Garris took a step forward, in the eyes of the wounded around him, it seemed as if the world had faded away a bit of gray and gained a ray of golden light.
Many people whispered prayers.
"God, Holy Spirit, please come down and radiate your light from the highest heaven..."
Garris walked through the wounded, the strong smell of alcohol rushing into his nose, blood-stained bandages everywhere, and temporary nurses coming and going.
Pain was the main theme in this room, but when Garris arrived, those moans turned into prayers.
The wounded looked at Garris, and Garris looked at the wounded and saluted back.
"Don't stand up Victor, you are injured, you should sit there and rest. And the same goes for you Louis, don't even think about getting up from the bed."
"Well done Francois. When we were chasing the enemy, you were at the front. I saw you."
"Alexander, Martin, and Richard, you are also quite good. When the cavalry came, you stood still and did not take a step back!"
"Bernard, Thomas, and Robert, you three remember not to be so reckless next time. The battlefield is in chaos and it is very dangerous to leave the formation without authorization."
Second update, a 3,000-word chapter, a new map will be opened tomorrow
(End of chapter)