"Sewing the wound?"

Everyone felt that they had heard it wrong and repeated it in disbelief.

Is this scholar threading needles to sew wounds on their master?

There were already many methods of suturing wounds in the Ming Dynasty, and many medical books given to Zhao Ce by Doctor Ge also recorded.

But these ordinary people naturally don’t know.

It is already very strange for them to see a scholar threading a needle.

Now that I heard that he was going to use this needle and thread to sew the wound on his master, he naturally looked disbelief.

Zhao Ce didn't talk nonsense with these people who didn't understand medical principles. After putting on the needle, he squatted down.

"Everyone leaves here, don't surround you master."

"Treat all the injured people, pack up all the things that should be cleaned up, and be ready to run away at any time."

At Zhao Ce's order, the village chief of the village quickly acted as he said and sent people to guard the intersections everywhere, so that he could inform the news at any time.

After everyone dispersed, Zhao Ce asked Mr. Song to clean up his hands according to his method.

Then, he took the dagger prepared beside him, passed it on the lit oil lamp, and then passed it in the basin containing boiling water before he wiped it dry with a clean cloth.

There is no sterile ward and there are not many disinfection methods.

The conditions are limited, and what can be prayed now is that Doctor Ge’s medicine is useful, and Master Cao’s life is great enough.

Zhao Ce took a dagger and cut the clothes around Mr. Cao's wounds directly, revealing the complete wounds.

The moment I picked up the cloth and wiped the fresh blood from it, I seemed to be able to see the deep intestines.

The blood soon poured out again, covering the wound.

Cao Si turned his face a little reluctantly.

After wiping it briefly, Zhao Ce picked up the needle and thread and started to do something to sew on Mr. Cao’s belly.

Looking at Zhao Ce's actions, Cao Si was stunned, and Young Master Song also had a complicated look.

"Ah, this..."

Just as Mr. Song spoke, Zhao Ce said directly without raising his head, "Wipe blood."

Mr. Song was stunned for a moment, quickly came to his senses, picked up the clean cloth towel next to him, and when Zhao Ce started, he kept wiping the blood coming out of Mr. Cao's abdomen.

A large pile of red cloth towels had been piled up on the ground, and Zhao Ce's forehead was covered with sweat.

This is not a professional surgical needle, nor does it have suture tools such as forceps, so it is not easy to use force.

Every time I get the needle, it takes Zhao Ce a lot of energy.

Fortunately, the woman in the family polished the needle and thread very sharply, and Zhao Ce also had a brute force.

Otherwise, ordinary people wouldn't be able to do this job if they were bloody and slippery needles.

Zhao Ce looked serious, and his hand holding the needle in his hand quickly trembled slightly.

"Wipe sweat."

Zhao Ce's subordinates kept tying a knot, then changed into a new needle and thread, and ordered.

Young Master Song picked up the clean cloth towel next to him and wiped the sweat from Zhao Ce's head.

Seeing the needle falling into the flesh and slowly emerge from the flesh and blood, Cao Si turned his face directly, unable to bear to see the sin he suffered by his master.

Young Master Song also swallowed his saliva and touched his arm a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Cao Yuanwai lost too much blood and had already fallen into a deep coma, otherwise he would have woken up in pain.

Mr. Cao's wound was too deep, so he had to start from inside and sew a few pieces.

Finally, a crooked suture finally appeared on Cao Yuanwai's abdomen.

Zhao Ce wiped him the blood that came out a few more times, then sprinkled the medicine powder that the villagers took out to stop bleeding, and tied it about two layers with a clean cloth towel.

Young Master Song looked around and shouted in surprise: "I'm experiencing less blood!"

Although it was still bleeding, the speed did slow down.

It seems that Zhao Ce's method of sewing is indeed something!

Cao Si couldn't help but open his eyes and glanced at Mr. Cao, who looked like his face was blue.

If the blood can really stop, then his master will have a glimmer of hope.

Cao Si said calmly: "Mr. Zhao, is my master saved?"

Zhao Ce cleaned his hands in the wooden basin next to him before breathing a sigh of relief.

He took a cloth towel and wet water in the clean wooden basin next to him, and wiped his face by the way. Zhao Cecai said, "I can't let go."

"Although this method has the opportunity to stop bleeding, it also has high risks."

"Mr. Cao will definitely have a fever tonight. If you can't bear it, it will be useless."

"We have to go back to the city as soon as possible to find Dr. Ge, so we can't delay any more."

The conditions here are simple, and Zhao Ce just tried to save it by using modern wound sutures.

This condition is simple and the risk of wound infection is very high.

Once the wound infection is delayed for a long time, even Dr. Ge will probably be unable to save it in this era without antibiotics.

When Cao Si heard this, his heart that had just relaxed a little raised again.

At this time, Cao Liu also woke up slowly from his coma.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously searched for Mr. Cao's location.

Seeing Cao Si holding Master Cao, his face was extremely difficult to see. He cried and crawled over and said, "Master!"

Cao Si stroked his face fiercely and said, "Young Master Zhao saved the master, and the master will definitely be fine!"

"Go and find our carriage to see if the horse has been scared away!"

Cao Liu nodded quickly, stood up with dizziness, and ran while staggering a few times.

Finally, I stabilized my body and ran towards the village.

Zhao Ce treated Mr. Cao's wounds and explained: "You must be careful when you move Mr. Cao."

"I don't know if this thread is strong enough, be careful not to let it break."

Cao Si nodded hurriedly.

After Zhao Ce finished his explanation, he picked up his sword again and said to Mr. Song: "Let's go."

Cao Si was stunned for a moment and asked, "Young Master Zhao is not going back to the city together? Where else do you want to go?"

Zhao Ce looked at the direction of the group of people running away: "You can't go back for the time being."

"Deputy General Wang has gone back to invite soldiers. I guess those soldiers will have some time to come."

"There are still villages down this road. You can't let the thieves walk over, otherwise the rest of the villages will suffer."

Cao Si said worriedly: "There are too many people on the other side, so wait for the defenders to come."

"Young Master Zhao, you are a scholar, don't take risks."

Zhao Ce shook his head and said, "I won't take risks, I'll go over and take a look."

"The defenders are probably on their way to come. I'll bother you to tell my wife after you return to the city, saying that I've been delayed and I'll probably go home later tonight."

"Let her close the door at home and don't go out at will."

Seeing this, Cao Si could only nodded: "I know what to say, Mr. Zhao take care of him."

Zhao Ce took Young Master Song, and the two tied the unused cloth to four horse hooves, and then turned over the horse together.

Young Master Song had already taken off the soldiers' clothes and threw them to the man guarding the intersection.

"Please help me send Mr. Cao and the others back, let's go there and take a look."

The Lun family's guard took the clothes and responded without any objection.

Zhao Ce took Mr. Song and rode his horse toward the direction where the group of people fled.

Young Master Song hesitated and said, "We are really capable?"

Zhao Ce looked ahead without looking sideways, and while listening to the movements around him, he thought about answering his words.

"Just be careful and don't be discovered."

"I just feared that there were hostages on their hands or that there were archers in the dark."
Chapter completed!