Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Li Xin was concentrating on the matter at hand, and it was not easy to spare some thoughts to listen to Cheng Chumo, so he didn't think about why Cheng Chumo asked such a question, so he replied casually: "Of course. Whether it is a sword cut or something else trauma, as long as conditions permit, can be stitched up after debridement. It can not only speed up healing, but also reduce death, injury and disability.”

As he spoke, he continued with the movements in his hands, and finally completed the stitching of the wound. Although the surgical knot looks bad in every sense, and the young man will probably leave ugly scars when it heals in the future, but at least his life is saved, and he is also prevented from becoming disabled, right?

Of course, this is all based on the premise that the young man's wound has healed well and no wound infection has occurred. Once the infection leads to toxemia, there is nothing Li Xin can do. After all, he cannot conjure antibiotics out of thin air. Fleming's penicillium is at least two thousand years away from this moment.

Li Xin looked and looked left to confirm that the wound had been sewn firmly, and then looked at the young man's condition. His face was pale, his eyes were still bright, and there should be no serious problems for the time being. He turned to the old man and said, "Old man, after you go back, try not to touch the wound with water and keep it dry. As long as you don't have a fever for two or three days, there should be no problem. Yes, it's best to drink more sugar and salt water."

This young man has lost a lot of blood, and the water balance in his body must have been disturbed. Of course, some water and electrolytes must be added to restore the balance.

The old man nodded while listening, trying hard to keep what Li Xin said in his heart, and kept thanking him.

Li Xin tried his best to search for the part that could help the old man and the young man from the remaining medical knowledge in his mind. Cheng Chumo beside him finally recovered from his initial answer, and asked again seriously: "Xinzi, what you said is true? If the wounded on the battlefield are treated according to your method, there will be fewer deaths." How old is it?" It turned out that this was what he was thinking.

Perhaps Cheng Chumo's tone was too serious, or it could be that Li Xin had already explained everything he could. He finally had the time to look back at Cheng Chumo, rolled his eyes and said, "How do I know? I didn't try again." Pass"

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered that he had seen the deeds of Ms. Nanninger, the founder of modern nursing. It is said that the nursing experience summarized by Nightingale reduced the mortality rate of the wounded in the field from 42% to 2%, a full reduction of 95%!

The authenticity of this data is of course untestable. After all, Li Xin cannot confirm that his memory is correct. But there is no doubt that scientific nursing methods can greatly reduce the death rate of the wounded on the battlefield. Thinking about it this way, it shouldn't be too much to suture a wound and reduce the mortality rate by 20 to 30%, right?

Thinking of this, Li Xin said casually, "It should be very possible to reduce the death rate by 30 to 20 percent, I think."

Cheng Chumo's eyes widened suddenly, and even Daoxin, who was silent for a long time beside him, showed an expression of disbelief.

"Xinzi, don't talk nonsense, can you really drop so much?" Cheng Chumo asked suspiciously.

Li Xin said disdainfully: "That's too much? If we can pay more attention to the sanitary conditions, we can reduce it by another 20 to 30 percent! It's even possible to reduce the death rate to less than 20 percent!"

Hearing this, Daoxin spoke first: "His Royal Highness, don't talk nonsense. Pindao also stayed in the barracks and helped treat wounded soldiers. Do you know the death rate of wounded soldiers in the wounded barracks?"

Li Xin shook his head. How could he know the death rate of wounded soldiers in the Tang Dynasty? He is not a fairy.

"Eighty percent." Daoxin's voice couldn't hear sorrow or joy, but it was a little heavy, "A thousand wounded soldiers, eight hundred died. Ten thousand wounded soldiers, eight thousand died. When we fought against the Turks in the Tang Dynasty, most of them were killed or wounded." Not on the battlefield, but in the wounded battalion. What a heart-wrenching sight!"

Cheng Chumo was silent for a moment, and then said: "The last time I went out with my father, I was in charge of the logistics, responsible for the management of food and wounded barracks. It's really... too desperate."

Daoxin looked at Li Daoxin: "If what His Highness King Chu said is true, do you know how much merit this is? Not to mention reducing the death rate to 20%, even if it is only 20%, it is thousands of dollars." It’s a life! It’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s a divine technique! Your Highness, King Chu, I really hope you’re not lying, I really hope that the divine technique you’re talking about really exists in this world!”

Li Xin doesn't like being questioned. But in front of Cheng Chumo and Daoxin's questioning of him, he didn't feel disgusted. Because he, like the two of them, is full of respect for those soldiers who fought for the country. They are the cutest people.

"Chumo, you know me. I never joke about major issues." Li Xin said seriously, "Although I have never been to the wounded barracks, nor have I done statistics, I believe that even with wound sutures alone, wounded and sick The death and injury rate can also be reduced by at least 20%. If the wounded barracks can be managed according to what I said, the death and injury rate will definitely be further reduced. I am not joking, and I am serious."

Although Li Xin knew nothing about real medical knowledge, he still knew a little about first aid and trauma management. As long as these scientific methods are applied, countless people can definitely live!

Chen Youlan and Xiaoling stood aside sensibly, without saying a word, and did not disturb the three of Li Xin who were talking. Chen Youlan didn't understand wounded soldiers, casualties, but from the words of Cheng Chumo and Dao Xin, she easily understood one thing: it seems that it is a very remarkable thing for Li Xin to sew up the wound well. If this method is spread, many people can be saved!

Not only can he write good poems, but also understand this shocking medical skill?

Chen Youlan stared at Li Xin's face, even a little lost in thought.

Li Xin didn't know how to explain the principle to Dao Xin and Cheng Chumo, so he said: "Anyway, you don't understand the specific principle after I told you. How about it, Chumo, after you go back, find a few military doctors to learn from me. You can tell them about the wound suturing technique, and the management regulations of the wounded battalion, and after these military medical societies, you can let them teach other people."

Daoxin blinked unexpectedly: "His Royal Highness Chu, are you willing to teach others such a unique skill?"

ha? stunt?

Li Xin took a guilty look at the crooked "centipede" he had sewed on the young man just now, and quickly said: "What kind of stunt is this! Besides, what can I do if I don't teach it to others? Do I follow you to the front line?" Nursing the wounded? Then I won't go!"