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"Brothers, how do we take out the gun? We can all practice now. If we want to save our brothers in the future, we will have to practice by ourselves! "Thousands of corpses were piled up in an empty corner of the battlefield. The head of logistics, Lin Asheng, personally led the doctors from the No. 100 Military Hospital to stand in front of the pile of corpses. He shouted at the doctor in a serious tone.
Ever since Vézé handed over the job of human dissection to Lin Asheng, he had not slacked off. The military doctors had gradually gotten used to this kind of thing. They were not stupid. They knew that if they wanted to remove the lead from their brothers who were still alive, they had to learn how to remove the lead from the bodies of the dead Qing Army.
Although the Chinese believed that the dead were the most important, it was easy to judge the relationship between the enemy and their brothers. Needless to say, after the dissection, the medical standards of the military doctors had greatly improved. Therefore, the doctors first burned incense in front of the pile of Qing Army corpses to pay their respects. Then, they said a prayer, "Everyone! Today, we offended your corpses in order to better treat the patients. In the future, when we conquer the world, the medical skills accumulated from your corpses will be able to save more patients. Your dedication is not only for the Taiping Army, but also for the people of the world. In the future, when your descendants fall sick, they will be able to receive better treatment. Therefore, please rest in peace. Your contributions will not be in vain! "
After the prayer, everyone started to work. Soon, someone shouted, "There is a patient with gastric perforation!" "There is a patient with appendicitis!"
The problem between the arteries and veins was already the most basic concept in the military hospital of Wei Ze's army. Just by looking at which blood vessel was broken and how much blood was lost, one could understand the problem between the arteries and veins.
The key point was that the unit had successfully performed more than ten appendicitis surgeries and two gastric perforation surgeries. This was a shock to everyone. Appendicitis was a common disease. After surgery, the mortality rate decreased. However, without surgery, the mortality rate was extremely high. Stomach perforation was a rare disease, and Vézé only made the diagnosis when he saw that the patient couldn't take it anymore. This was also because he had watched the transmigration drama "The Benevolent Doctor". Otherwise, even if he found a stomach perforation, he wouldn't have known to cut off a piece of fat to sew up the perforation.
During the surgery, the doctors themselves felt quite horrified. However, after the patient really recovered, everyone gradually gained confidence in this new medical technique. In this era, there were simply too many deaths from various diseases. Just by looking at the movements of many diseases, one would know that there was no hope for them. However, this kind of doomed death could be successfully saved. As a doctor, he could still muster up his confidence and pride in the path of medicine.
Therefore, there were more and more doctors who dared to be the chief surgeon for autopsies. There were also more and more doctors who dared to participate in autopsies, and more and more diseases were discovered.
People immediately gathered around to take a look at the appendicitis and gastric perforation.
Someone shouted from the side, "There's still one who's not dead!"
"What kind of injury?" the trauma doctor in charge of weapon injuries asked.
"He lost a lot of blood from the stab wound. He's about to start convulsing due to excessive blood loss, "the doctor who found the survivor answered.
"Inject him with saline. I heard that when there's no plasma, injecting this can also help," the trauma doctor suggested.
Soon, the syringe made by Vézé was taken out and filled with saline. Then, the Qing Army man was injected through the vein.
"The pulse is recovering a little!" the doctor in charge of the examination said as he felt the pulse of the Qing Army man.
"In other words, regardless of the thinness of the blood in the blood vessels, the amount of blood directly determines the level of blood pressure," the trauma doctor said as he took out a small notebook from his pocket and began to record.
"This new bullet is really cruel. Many Qing Yao men have been shot through." The doctors in charge of gunshot wounds had already gathered together to discuss.
"How do you write the word 'through'?" someone asked.
Therefore, the doctor who knew how to write the word wrote it on the ground with a small stick for his colleagues to see.
"This must be a kidney stone. I've peed before." This was the question that the urologist was concerned about.
"There are gallstones here." The doctor in charge of hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery had a new discovery.
It wasn't that the Taiping army doctors were cheerful people. It was just that the impact of dissection was too great, and they couldn't completely relieve the psychological pressure. They could only talk to each other to relieve some of the pressure. In fact, it was the mentality that the law does not punish the masses.
When the sun was setting, the dissection was basically completed. After everyone finished drawing the pictures with charcoal, they washed their hands with lime water. The guards buried the dissected bodies.
Everyone returned to the hospital. As soon as they entered the door, they saw a man rushing out like a madman. The guards stopped the man, and he began to cry. Lin Asheng saw that the man was Wang Qinian's younger brother, Wang Qisheng. He stepped forward and said, "Brother Wang, what's wrong? Did anyone mistreat you? "
When he saw that it was Lin Asheng, Wang Qisheng knelt down in front of him. He held onto Lin Asheng's leg and cried, "Master Lin, please spare me! Spare me! "
Lin Asheng was baffled. "Brother Wang, what's wrong with you? Are you suffering from sleep sickness? "
Hearing Lin Ahsheng's reply, Wang Qisheng knelt down and kowtowed again, "Old Master Lin, I won't tell anyone about the fact that you've been cursed. I'll only remove the curse that Old Master Lin placed on me. From now on, if Master Lin wants me to go through fire or water, I won't even frown! "
The other doctors didn't know what was going on, but Lin Asheng already knew what was going on. He forcefully pulled Wang Qisheng up. "Brother Wang, if you are talking about treating the festering worms, that is our treatment method, not some black magic! Don't get it wrong. "
Seeing that Lin Asheng admitted that he had used worms, Wang Qisheng's face turned pale. He knelt down again. This time, he slapped himself twice. "Master Lin, I'm suffering from sleep sickness. I'm talking nonsense. No worms, no worms. But Master Lin, please let me go! Please let me go! "
Lin Asheng didn't know how to deal with this result. When Wang Qisheng was sent to the hospital, his wounds were festering. Everyone thought that he was hopeless. In the end, Vézé came up with an idea. He caught some big flies, took out the maggots in their stomachs, and let the maggots eat the pus. Lin Asheng also felt that this method wasn't reliable, but there was no other way. He tried it, and the result was amazing. Wang Qisheng's wounds were quickly healed, or at least he started to recover. So the hospital began to cultivate clean maggots.
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