(First send out the 10,000 rewards of the fat fox fairy yesterday, and today it will be at least three updates!)

There are thousands of wounded people in the injury camp, and many bodies are carried out every day.

Zhang Chao wanted to save as many people as possible, but he was not a professional doctor, and his knowledge was only seen on books and TV.

Clean environment, clean drinking water, clean clothes, bed sheets and quilts, warm rooms and comfortable beds.

what else?

Well, there is a fire in every room, then a small stove is set up, a small iron pot is hung, vinegar is boiled, and vinegar steam is used to disinfect.

what else?

Zhang Chao sat beside the stove and roasted his hands. Yes, it was not enough to have clean drinking water, and he had to keep it hygienic. He had to set up a toilet and not drown anywhere. He had to get some lime, wood ash and soil in the toilet, and he had to fill it with a layer every day.

Those patients who cannot go to the toilet also have to give them a toilet and have a dedicated person to serve them.

Of course, just doing these is not enough.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Chao decided to take out the medicine for the treatment of infection, including cephalosporin capsules, amoxicillin capsules, and penicillin v potassium tablets, and the quantity was not large. Zhang Chao thought about it, and in the end he left the cephalosporin. It was gone after using it. It would be better to keep some of this kind of life-saving thing, and it would not be said that he or his relatives would need it one day.

The wounded soldiers have been classified, and there are not many who have sent red cuffs, dozens of them.

Most of these people are already unconscious. Under normal circumstances, they may be carried out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"Has the water boiled?"

“It’s already cooked.”

Zhang Chao nodded, took out all the amoxicillin capsules, then took out one grain of rice and poured them into the pot, took out the penicillin v potassium tablets and put them into another pot.

After stirring the spoon several times, Zhang Chao asked someone to beat it with a bucket.

"When the medicine is a little cooler, I will drink it for the wounded soldiers whose wounds have purulent and fever. I send three bowls of red belts, two bowls of yellow belts, and one bowl of green belts."

There are only so many medicines, and Zhang Chao can only use this method to first use the wounded soldiers infected with the wound. It is difficult for him to choose who to use it or who to use it. I hope these antibiotics in later generations can work.

He burned some boiling water, and then Zhang Chao carried the water with the people and began to clean the wounds for the wounded soldiers. There was no alcohol yet, so Zhang Chao could only use boiled water and salt to clean the wounds, and then used the Jinchuang medicine of the doctors in the military camp to replace it with clean cloth to bandage the wounds.

The effect of washing the wound with salt water is still a bit, but it will be very irritating and painful, and will leave darker scars afterwards, but Zhang Chao can only use this now.

Even ordinary Jinchuang medicines are not many in the military camp.

The north has been war for a long time, and medicinal materials are also short of military supplies. In the end, there is no way. The small amount of gold-chuang medicine can only be used first with serious injuries. As for those with slightly better conditions, after cleaning the wound, they can only use some local medicines such as incense ash for temporary use.

During this process, Zhang Chao did not avoid nausea and took action to follow everyone to clean and bandage the wounds.

After working hard for most of the day, the wounded barracks in the south of the city have gradually changed.

All the houses where the wounded soldiers were placed were cleaned up, and all kinds of beds were pieced together with wooden boards, door panels, stones, etc. were arranged neatly.

The fire was erected in the house, which made it much warmer. The stove on the fire was equipped with a pot. The vinegar in the pot was steaming out after heating. There was a smell of acetic acid in the house, but this sour smell was very good, not that kind of sour smell.

There is also a boiling water pot next to it. The fresh well water boils on the fire. If you want to drink water, there will be a caring servant in the house to help you get boiling water.

Those doctors admired Zhang Chao for this and their impression improved a lot.

"Sanlang is indeed worthy of being the one who once followed the monk."

Zhang Chao smiled and said tiredly, "Save a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

He helped all the wounded soldiers to clean the wounds. After changing and bandaging, Zhang Chao was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist.

"Sanlang, you go and have a rest first. Next, we will take care of everyone according to your rules."

"Yes, this is too urgent."

Zhang Chao nodded, "Then I'll ask everyone here."

He directly asked someone to find a house for himself in the injury camp. The owner of the house was a businessman from Li Yang. However, when fighting now, business is difficult, so he can only stay at home and endure hard every day.

He had no objection to the arrangements for people to live in his house by the General Administration, nor did he dare to have any objection.

After cleaning the customer at home, they gave it to Zhang Chao. They welcomed the young man who was also guarding several men, and they didn't know what his identity was.

Zhang Chao was extremely tired and just said hello to the family and asked them to help boil a pot of water.

When the water boiled, Zhang Chao took a hot shower.

While taking a shower, Zhang Chao, who took off his clothes, found that both sides of his thighs were worn out, and he felt extremely painful when he was taking a shower.

After taking a shower, he applied some medicine to himself, and Zhang Chao went to see his father again.

My father was still sleeping steadily, but the doctor said that his pulse seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and his father's fever subsided and was getting better. Maybe he would wake up tomorrow. Zhang Chao was very happy to hear this news. He held his father's hand in the bed and sat with him for a while, then returned to his residence, fell head on the bed and fell to bed and fell to death.

The next day, Zhang Chao felt extremely sore all over and his throat was hoarse.

The head hurts too.

This is a cold, but fortunately, Zhang Chao also had cold medicine, so he hurriedly took two.

When Zhang Chao opened the door, he found Qin Gan, Ke Wu and Ke Shan standing outside together.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Chao was very happy to see them.

Ke Wu and the other two came up and gave Zhang Chao a bear hug, "Sanlang."

"Sanlang, we didn't take good care of Brother Tiegu."

"I won't talk about that anymore." Zhang Chao pulled the two of them to look at them. They had not seen each other for less than a month, but they had lost weight and had frostbite on their faces.

Qin Qiong transferred Ke Wu Keshan to Zhang Chao's wounded camp, and all the soldiers from Zhangjiagou came over.

But only seventeen remained.

"Ke Liang, Ke Li and Ke Qing are dead." Ke Wu said that he was a little low when he said that he had three tribes who died in battle. After they went to Liyang with Qin Qiong and others as vanguards, they had fought several battles of all sizes. Although they were all small-scale battles, people would die in wars.

"Ke Liang broke his neck by a horse, Ke Li was pierced by the rebel spear, they all died directly on the battlefield. Ke Qing was not seriously injured, but he was hit by an arrow on his leg. But after he came back, the wound became red, swollen, and suppurated, and it made heat. Later, the doctor said that his legs could not be saved, so he sawed his legs. But the legs were sawed, but they still couldn't hold them up. Just the day before you arrived, Ke Qing carried it out from here."

Ke Qing is a young man who is about the same age as Zhang Chao. He is good at hunting and singing. He is also a salesperson in the Zhang family workshop. He is young, smart and flexible. He just became a relative last year and has a newly born child in his family.

War is so ruthless.

"If Ke Qing could last a few more days, it would be great until Sanlang came." Ke Shan sighed.

Qin Gan sighed, "This is all fate, everyone has their own fate, God has already decided. Uncle Tieqin was so serious that the doctor said that he could not hold on for the day several times, but in the end, Uncle Tieqin still stood on until Sanlang came. Sanlang's spiritual medicine was gone, and he had already recovered."

The Tang people like to believe in the sayings of fate, worship gods and Buddhas, and place their destiny on the vague and ethereal gods and Buddhas in order to seek some spiritual sustenance and peace.

Zhang Chao didn't want to refute them, and faith should be free.

"It's great to have you here to help. Let's go and see the wounded."

Yesterday, Zhang Chao gave the wounded soldiers a few antibiotics, but I don’t know if it will work.

"Sanlang, your medicine works very well. Many people's injuries have improved today. Even those with red tape are in good condition today. This morning, no one has been carried out from the injured barracks."

"Really?" Zhang Chao was also surprised.

The medicine was distributed to hundreds of people yesterday, and the dosage for each person was very small, but I didn’t expect it to have such a big effect.

In the past, dozens of people died every morning, but today, none of them died, which shows that it is really effective.

As soon as Zhang Chao entered the wounded camp, he immediately felt everyone's different gazes.

In just one night, Zhang Chao's reputation of resurrecting the dead had spread throughout Liyang City. Now, several troops in Liyang knew that Zhang Sanlang, the adopted son of Duke Yi, was skilled in medical skills and held the magic medicine left by the monk. Duke Yi's personal guard was about to die, but if a pill was taken down, he could speak immediately.

Especially for the wounded soldiers and civilians in the wounded barracks, their feelings are more real.

In the past, dozens of corpses had to be carried out every morning, but today, none of them had yet to be.

Many of the seriously injured people are already improving. Even if they have not improved, at least they have not aggravated. Others who were originally relatively clear injured, have improved much better today after the medicine given by Zhang Chao yesterday and debridement and bandage.

Overnight, the wounded soldiers regarded Zhang Chao as his reborn parents and a miracle doctor.

No one is willing to die, and no one is willing to die alone and in a foreign land.

The doctors in the camp also admired Zhang Chao very much. It turned out that they didn't believe in Zhang Chao's medical skills, but after a night, everyone believed that Zhang Sanlang was originally a master of medical skills, and his medicine was really a magic pill.

"Sanlang."

"Young Master Zhang."

Along the way, whether it was a doctor, a civilian, a mansion, or a wounded soldier, when they saw Zhang Chao, they all came forward politely to greet him. The wounded soldiers who could not get up would nod to show their heads.

Zhang Chao led a group of doctors to start the morning patrol. After the inspection, Zhang Chao was also shocked to find that the wounded soldiers' condition had indeed improved.

There was still some medicine left yesterday, so Zhang Chao asked them to prepare it according to law and asked them to continue drinking medicine for the wounded soldiers.

"The fire in the house cannot be extinguished, so continue to cook vinegar. The cloths bandaged by the wounded soldiers should be replaced in time. Remember that the replaced cloths must be cleaned and boiled in a pot. Cook for more time, and then dried before use. When cleaning the wounded soldiers, changing the dressing and bandaging, remember to wash your hands first."

After talking about some things to pay attention to, the doctors and the civilians are listening very seriously now.

After all the explanations were given, Zhang Chao asked, "Have I delivered the wine I want?"

"It has been delivered, it's in the warehouse there."

Zhang Chao nodded. It was time to refine alcohol. With alcohol, cleaning the wound will inevitably greatly reduce the wound infection rate.

ps: After the sixth update yesterday, everyone was also very good, and they suddenly increased by more than 100 monthly tickets. Now the historical monthly ticket list is tied for eleventh and ninth place, only about twenty votes are different. Brothers, every hundred monthly tickets will still be updated one chapter. Muzi also promised that the historical monthly ticket list will be based on eleventh and every ranking will be updated one chapter.

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