Chapter 130 The Horrible Doctor
If you ask Purficott about the medical level of this era, she will probably give a very embarrassing evaluation.
After all, the relationship between bacteria and diseases has not been discovered in this era. Human beings do not know how to disinfect to effectively prevent diseases and surgical infections. Doctors are still using very scary soldering irons or burnt wounds. Methods to stop bleeding often lead to very serious sequelae.
As for surgical anesthesia, the same is true. Can you believe that the standard for evaluating a surgeon's surgical skills in this era is actually how neatly he performs the operation and can complete the operation in the shortest possible time?
There is an even greater shortage of medical drugs, and the effects of various chemicals on the human body are almost completely unknown.
Doctors treat patients more based on experience rather than systematic knowledge. What medicine your doctor will prescribe for you depends entirely on whether his experience is rich enough and whether he wants to test the new medicine on you.
It has become commonplace in later generations, and even the abused antibiotics and broad-spectrum antibacterial drugs are even more unthinkable. Once they are made, they can be sold for more than gold, enough to make the inventor the richest man in the world. stuff.
So when Purficott ordered all soldiers infected with colds, typhoid fever, and severe frostbite to be gathered into vacated warehouses for centralized treatment, these soldiers showed panic and followed the army It became natural for military doctors to start sharpening knives and red-hot irons.
In this day and age, better doctors will amputate your limbs, while those who are not good at it may only do bloodletting.
"Lord Earl! I still have two children at home! I can't lose my legs! Please, don't let the doctors saw off my legs! You can cut off my toes, but don't saw off me Legs!" A soldier with frostbite on his feet was being carried into the warehouse on a stretcher, but he rolled down and crawled in front of Purficott, pleading to her.
The other soldiers on the side were basically the same. They were all saying that their condition was not that serious and they did not need military doctors to treat them. Don't lock them in the warehouse.
Perfect was a little confused, but when she saw the military doctor accompanying the team was instructing his assistant to tie a soldier to a stool, and showed a polished scalpel, When she put on a blood-stained apron and prepared to cut off the soldier's arm, she quickly stopped everything.
"He only had frostbite on his fingers. Why did you cut off his arm?" Purficott was very angry. He felt that the level of this military doctor really made people want to greet his family.
However, the military doctor plausibly said: "I am here to treat his frostbite. The body fluids of his frostbitten limbs have been contaminated. If not removed in time, it will spread to his whole body!"
"Humoral theory?" Purficott's face suddenly became very weird and embarrassed, then he shook his head helplessly, pointed to the door of the warehouse and said: "Get out before I twist your head off. .”
Looking at the angry earl and the steam knight dressed in steel behind her, the military doctor, although he was very angry with her for stopping him from treating illnesses and saving lives, could only leave obediently.
After driving away the military doctor and asking someone to untie the soldier from the chair, Purficott took a deep breath helplessly, and then said to Captain White who was following him: "You go now. Eagle Beak Cliff, ask my maid, Befa, to bring over all the frostbite treatment potions I prepared and my maid team.”
Captain White also noticed that Purficott didn’t seem to be doing anything. He didn't want to gather all these soldiers and deal with them, so he quickly saluted and ran out quickly.
Seeing White leave, Purficott thought for a while and then asked someone to find Second Lieutenant Mikhail. At this time, Second Lieutenant Mikhail had put on his military uniform again and tidied himself up, so when he appeared in front of Purficott, he looked like an officer.
It's just that his military uniform seemed a little too small, bulging out from his waist.
"My lord, are you looking for me?" Mikhail stood in front of Purficott and saluted her seriously.
"Well, you should have a certain appeal among the soldiers, right? I'll give you a task. Now organize some smart and capable soldiers and let them take care of the sick and wounded who are gathered in the warehouse. Mainly They are classified according to different conditions, those with colds are put together, those with frostbite are put together, and those with typhoid fever are placed separately." Purficott explained the task to Mikhail. She felt that if she did not explain these things. Clearly, there will definitely be a mess again: "All soldiers must be cleaned to ensure that their sheets and bedding are clean, and the clothes and bedding used by those infected with typhoid fever must be washed separately.< br>
At the same time, you have to appease the emotions of those soldiers and let them know that I am gathering them to better treat them, not to drag them to cut off their arms and legs.
In addition, You ask Grandpa Afu to get a batch of spirits from the warehouse, and then use the spirits..."
At this point, Purficott suddenly stopped and remembered that the second lieutenant in front of him was a Rorschach, so he shook his head and said: "Forget it, in order to prevent you from drinking secretly, I'll leave the liquor matter to my maid. "Commander, take charge. Just lead the people to sort and place the wounded and sick."
When he heard Purficott mentioning spirits, Second Lieutenant Mikhail's throat visibly moved. Rorschach He does have a tendency to drink.
But since the count in front of him did not give him the task, he would not say anything more, and knowing that there was wine in the warehouse was enough for a Rorschach.
Of course, before thinking about the spirits in the warehouse, Mikhail still carefully wrote down the tasks assigned by Purficott, and then left to gather soldiers to carry out Purficott's orders. .
With the efforts of Second Lieutenant Mikhail, the soldiers' emotions were quickly calmed, and the sick and wounded were gathered into the warehouse, and different placement areas were divided according to different classifications.
He also got a large amount of tent cloth and strung them with ropes to make partition curtains to distinguish different areas in the warehouse.
And it seems that his experience of living in Hyponia has given him his own way of treating frostbite.
He asked someone to get some butter for maintaining bullets and guns, and then applied the butter to the frostbitten areas of the frostbite victims.
According to Mikhail, this is a method commonly used by the locals in Hyponia, but the best is chilblain ointment made from oil boiled by marmots, but this kind of luxury product is obviously not ordinary. Soldiers can afford it.
Regarding amputation, I am not exaggerating. During the first industrial revolution, Europeans treated wounds or diseases by amputating limbs in addition to bloodletting, because they could not treat infections such as inflammation< br>
(End of this chapter)