Chapter 507 - Pulling Out the Arrow
Discover the story in "After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times" Chapter 507: Fu Tinghan cut away all the obstructive armor, revealing the shoulder. The military doctor lowered... Continue exploring!
Fu Tinghan cut away all the obstructive armor, revealing the shoulder. The military doctor lowered his head, and only after Fu Tinghan urged him did he look up to examine the place where the arrow had hit.The armor of Zhao Hanzhang had helped to some extent, so the arrowhead wasnât deep. However, Fu Tinghan and the military doctor were still very afraid because, for those struck by arrows, the real fear isnât the damage caused by the arrow, unless it hits a vital spot; itâs the infection that follows the arrow wound.
The military doctor took out a knife, glanced nervously at Zhao Hanzhang, "General, Iâll remove the arrowhead for you now."
Zhao Hanzhang nodded.
Seeing the doctor was about to proceed this way, Fu Tinghan frowned, "No anesthetic?"
"Ah?" The military doctor said, "Does the General want anesthetic? Iâll have someone prepare it right away."
"Alright, by the time you make the anesthetic after Iâve already been undressed, how long will I have to wait?" Zhao Hanzhang said, "Go ahead, dig it out quickly. I still have things to do afterward."
Fu Tinghan gave her a look, quietly took a block of wood wrapped in cloth from Ting Heâs hand, stuffed it into her mouth, and then sat behind her to support her.
Zhao Hanzhang obediently bit down on the cloth, motioning for the military doctor to proceed.
Only then did the military doctor approach with the knife. He used it to separate the flesh around the arrowhead a bit, then quickly and steadily pulled out the arrowhead...
As soon as the arrowhead was removed, blood spurted out, and the medical assistant quickly pressed herbs onto the wound. Zhao Hanzhang broke into a sweat on her forehead, only letting out a muffled groan before leaning weakly into Fu Tinghanâs arms, looking as if she had lost all hope and not wanting to speak at all.
The military doctor examined the arrowhead after removal, ensuring there was no damage to it before preparing to apply the next round of medicine.
Once the bleeding eased up a bit, the military doctor opened the herbal pack and began to clean the wound.
The main concern was that the arrow might have brought some unwanted bacteria, so some flesh needed to be cleaned away before applying the medicine.
As a result, the wound was somewhat large. Seeing he was about to apply the medicine, Fu Tinghan intervened, weary in voice, "Didnât you practice suturing skills? First stitch with the thread, then apply the medicine."
"Ah, this wound isnât that large... Yes, right away with the needle and thread." Under Fu Tinghanâs gaze, the military doctor immediately took out the needle and thread.
They generally didnât suture arrow wounds, only using suturing skills for large gashes caused by swords where bleeding couldnât be stopped.
Since they werenât very familiar with this newly learned medical technique, it always took a long time whenever they used it.
Once the military doctor stitched Zhao Hanzhangâs wound and was about to sprinkle golden sore medicine on it, Fu Tinghan took over and said, "Let me do it."
The military doctor was more than happy to step aside, quickly giving the herbal prescription for someone to prepare, while he stood quietly, not daring to look at the pairâoh no, the three of themâon the bed.
Ting He helped by passing implements to Fu Tinghan, and together they bandaged Zhao Hanzhangâs wound.
Zhao Hanzhang slowly raised her hand to take out the cloth strip from her mouth, face pale, "The doctors in my army have worrying medical skills."
Military doctor: ...
Zhao Hanzhang spoke to Ting He, "Go, send a message to Fan Ying, ask her to recruit doctors and apprentices who have studied medicine from among the refugees, each one counts, be generous with money and win them over for me."
She added, "There still arenât enough military doctors. We canât always hope to select people from outside; we need to train our own people too. You arenât accustomed to suturing such a large wound yet, so how big a gash do you need to suture otherwise?"
She said, "Once youâve learned a new medical skill, you have to use it, otherwise isnât it wasteful? Recruit more people, it doesnât matter whether theyâre men or women, as long as theyâre attentive and strong, recruit them, wound treatment is the first thing they need to learn."
Zhao Hanzhang glanced at the military doctor who didnât dare to look at her and sighed, leaning back to look at Fu Tinghan.
Fu Tinghan: "... Donât worry about these matters, take a good rest, Iâll handle it."
"I remember thereâs a doctor named Zhang Sheng... okay, I wonât speak," Zhao Hanzhang obediently closed her mouth under Fu Tinghanâs gaze, leaning into his arms, "Iâll leave this matter to you. By the way, where is Mr. Ji?"
Fu Tinghan saw she couldnât stay idle, so he had someone bring up the medicine, gave it to her, and pressed her onto the bed, "You must rest for at least half a day, stop attending to affairs, leave the rest to me."
Fu Tinghan turned his head and instructed Ting He, "Stay here and watch, donât let her get up and move around."
Ting He immediately responded, "Yes."
Fu Tinghan left with the military doctor.
Zhao Hanzhang lay honestly on the bed, but couldnât fall asleep.
The shoulder was still in pain. She felt the burning sensation of the golden sore medicine on the wound, but her heart wasnât as troubled. She was replaying todayâs battle.
She hadnât expected Liu Cong to be more shameless than her, a modern person, ignoring the rules of dueling and turning to flee. It seemed she wasnât shameless enough; this wouldnât do.
If only she had thrown her spear at that moment, she wondered if she could have injured Liu Cong.
Zhao Hanzhang envisioned the scene in her mind, her eyes glowing brighter and brighter as she thought, becoming more convinced that if she had hurled her spear back then, she could have certainly struck him dead.
After all, her spearhead was steel!
But would she have had enough strength?
Zhao Hanzhang clenched her right hand under the blanket, feeling her bodyâs strength before shaking her head slightly, "No, I still need to train my strength."
"Ah, what did the lady say?" Ting He turned back to ask.
"Nothing," Zhao Hanzhang said, "Iâm hungry, go get me something to eat."
Ting He hesitated for a moment before saying, "My lady, you have a wound, you canât eat things that could cause irritation."
"Iâll eat pork."
Ting He said, "My lady, itâs not that Iâm looking down on pork, but weâre currently marching, and we donât have pork to eat."
"Whereâs Mi Ce? Hasnât he arrived yet? Heâs the one bringing the military provisions, right? I remember he brought pigs along with the army."
Seeing she truly wanted to eat, Ting He got up to inquire, and only returned after quite a while, "General Miâs army says itâll take another two days to arrive."
"Thatâs too slow," Zhao Hanzhang said, "Send someone to hurry them up, make sure they arrive before sunset tomorrow."
She then asked, "And Xun Xiu? I asked him to lead the troops on a detour, where on earth has he gone? Iâve been here a whole day, and he hasnât appeared."
Ting He went out to inquire again, returning shortly after with a somber face, "General Gou will arrive tomorrow. My lady, please stop asking me questions. The young master scolded me earlier, saying I failed to keep an eye on you. He clearly said you should rest, yet youâre using the excuse of wanting meat to handle military affairs instead."
Zhao Hanzhang: "I have one last question, how is the Second Son doing in the city? They havenât started fighting, right?"
Ting He wanted to ignore the question but couldnât withstand helping her inquire, soon returning, "The Second Son is exchanging harsh words with the Xiongnu on the other side, cursing loudly, but no fighting has started."
"You mustnât ask me again, and even if you do, I wonât tell you anymore."
Zhao Hanzhang mimed zipping her lips to show sheâd keep quiet.
When she said sheâd be quiet, she really quieted down, closing her eyes to rest, but her mind was unwilling to rest.
The current situation wasnât unfavorable for them; after all, they were outside while Wang Mi and Liu Cong were inside. However, the situation was quite dire for those inside the Imperial Palace, making a rescue very difficult.
Actually, Zhao Hanzhang had one concern that she hadnât spoken about: she was very afraid that Liu Cong and Liu Yao would, in their rage and humiliation, burn down Luoyang City.
Historically, they did exactly that, turning the magnificent Luoyang City and the Imperial Palace into ruins.
If they couldnât capture the Imperial Palace after a prolonged siege, they might resort to setting it on fire.
Historically, they burned it even after successfully capturing the Imperial Palace; how much more might they do so now, when they havenât succeeded?