Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 181 Stitching

In ancient times, if the bleeding from a wound could not be stopped, it was tantamount to declaring the person hopeless, so the military doctor gave up on the boy so simply, because he had no other choice but to give up. There were only so many medicinal herbs in the military camp, and he could not waste precious herbs on such a hopeless patient. With the same amount of medicine, he could at least save five more people. Using one person's life in exchange for five lives cannot be said to be fair, but it is indeed the best choice at the moment.

As for Song Chunlin's attempt to save people, the military doctor did not stop him, nor did he go forward to help. He had seen too many soldiers die from the same injury. A wound so big that it almost ripped open the entire abdomen. The military doctor had never seen anyone survive such a serious injury.

Song Chunlin didn't say much about everyone's indifferent behavior. He just asked people to clear the area and not let anyone get close. The environment in the compound was not good. Not only were there people coming and going, but the ground was also full of dust. Song Chunlin could only try his best to use a nursing mat to make a small cleaner area on the ground.

The boy was moved to the white area by several people, and then two people were left to hold down the boy's hands and feet. Song Chunlin didn't have any anesthetics on hand, and he was afraid that the painkillers would take effect too slowly and the boy would struggle when the wound was sutured.

The young man on the ground could no longer see due to excessive blood loss. He only saw darkness in front of his eyes. People were talking around him, but his ears seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane and he could not hear clearly.

Seeing that his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, Song Chunlin quickly fed him another sip of spiritual spring water, then disinfected his hands with alcohol, and then picked up a whole bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured it directly on the boy's wound. Song Chunlin's movements were rough, and the boy's whole body spasmed. If he had not been so exhausted, he would have pushed Song Chunlin away.

Song Chunlin kept comforting her: "Don't move, it will be fine soon."

The boy didn't know if he heard his comfort or if he really didn't have the strength to struggle, so he lay flat on the ground and let Song Chunlin pick up the cotton gauze to absorb the fluid in his abdominal cavity. His action really scared the people around him. They all dared not breathe, for fear of disturbing Song Chunlin. What if he took out a piece of intestine because of his shaking hands?

The air around him gradually became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Even the military doctor who had given up on saving the boy at the beginning came over and stood not far away, watching Song Chunlin clumsily absorb the blood and flushing fluid from the boy's wound. Song Chunlin even opened his abdominal cavity a little to check that there was no cotton gauze left in his stomach. Only after confirming that it had been cleaned up did Song Chunlin pick up the suture thread. He was not very skilled in using this thing. He had only seen some videos at the end of the world. The suturing process was not very smooth. Although the boy took painkillers, the effect was not as obvious as that of anesthetics. His pain was only slightly reduced to a tolerable level, and he reacted violently to Song Chunlin's suturing technique with a needle.

The boy's muscles were so tense that Song Chunlin couldn't penetrate him at all. He was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. Finally, he had to use his trump card and use his mental power to hint at the boy. Only then did the boy slowly relax his body and the needle and thread were finally able to sew smoothly.

Song Chunlin has never had any talent for needlework, so the boy's abdomen was sutured crookedly and ugly like two centipedes fighting. Fortunately, the effect was excellent. After Song Chunlin completely sutured the abdominal cavity, the bleeding from the boy's wound was significantly less. He then applied iodine to disinfect it, sprinkled a little Yunnan Baiyao powder, and lightly covered it with a clean gauze. The operation was then completed.

It was Song Chunlin's first time to suture someone's wound. The process was rather tortuous, but the result was pretty good. He looked at his masterpiece with great pride, while the boy had fallen into a complete sleep at this moment.

Song Chunlin leaned over and felt his breath, which was very weak but relatively steady. Song Chunlin felt relieved a little, took out the prepared anti-inflammatory medicine and safety pin and stuffed them into the boy's mouth, then fed him a mouthful of spiritual spring water. Very good, with multiple approaches at the same time, he didn't believe that the boy could die in this condition.

The military doctor who had been standing nearby stepped forward and said, "Young Master, where did you learn this method of saving lives from? How can you stop the bleeding by suturing the wound?"

Song Chunlin saw that the military doctor had given up on saving people at the beginning. At this time, the indifference on his face had been completely replaced by shock, and his eyes were full of thirst for knowledge. It seemed that he really wanted to learn his suturing technique to save people.

Song Chunlin reminded him, "Suture is not like what you said. Just sew the skin and flesh. Have you seen pork belly? Pork belly is layered, and human flesh is actually similar to pork. The abdomen of the human body is also divided into five layers, namely peritoneum, tendons, muscles, subcutaneous fascia and the outermost skin. Each layer must be aligned when sutured, otherwise the wound will not heal properly or even grow crooked."

The military doctor immediately drew inferences from what he said: "Just like bone grafting, if the bones are not aligned, then the bones will not grow properly. And the flesh can actually be divided into so many layers. I am so ignorant that I thought it was just a matter of sewing the flesh together like needlework. I never thought there were so many tricks involved. The young master must have a famous master. May I ask you a question or two?"

Song Chunlin immediately felt guilty and denied it quickly: "No, no, I haven't worshipped any master. I just had the good fortune to see someone treat wounds in this way. I can't say I'm asking for advice, but as long as I know something, I will tell you everything I know."

The military doctor Zire didn't believe what Song Chunlin said. In his opinion, Song Chunlin's skills were already superb, not to mention that he also brought magical potions and pills. He had looked at the potion specifically and found it to be colorless and tasteless, just like water. Because Song Chunlin said it was a elixir that could save lives, the military doctor didn't dare to taste it. However, when the wounded soldiers who were only left with one breath took a sip of the so-called elixir, they miraculously survived. The military doctor had to believe it, and he even imagined that Song Chunlin was the apprentice of a hermit master.

If Song Chunlin knew that the other party had put such a big hat on him, he would probably be very restless. Seeing that the boy's condition had stabilized, Song Chunlin suggested moving him to the house to recuperate.

The military doctor stepped forward to feel the boy's pulse, then carefully lifted the gauze to look at the wound. Hmm, what ugly needlework. The military doctor quickly put down the gauze, raised his hand to call a few people, put the boy on a stretcher, and sent him to the next room, where there was a vacant bed.