Chapter 24: Lord's grace, a lifetime isn't enough to repay~~~

Late spring cold snap.

Cold winds whistled, overcast rain poured endlessly.

Drizzling rain struck the tent, splashing water everywhere.

"Rainy overcast days always make one feel a bit worse."

In the Wounded Soldier Camp, Lin Dao, with a kind expression, comforted the wounded soldiers: "This is nothing major. Rest and recover properly; I'll cover your living expenses."

"Lord's grace, a lifetime isn't enough to repay~~~"

A group of wounded soldiers choked back sobs, their true feelings flowing out.

War leads to a large number of wounded soldiers.

For wounded soldiers in Yonghe Spacetime, unless their identity is noble enough and their status high enough,

or their family has money to pay for medicine and treatment,

otherwise they can only rely on their own bodies to tough it out.

Those who endure survive.

Those who can't endure are carried out and buried.

Because there are no antibiotic drugs, and medical standards, facilities, and environment are extremely poor.

Normally, the death rate on the battlefield is only twenty or thirty percent.

But in the Wounded Soldier Camp, the death rate is terrifyingly over seventy percent!

Many say being carried into the Wounded Soldier Camp is like being carried into a graveyard.

That's an exaggeration, after all, the vast majority of those who die in Yonghe Spacetime's Wounded Soldier Camp aren't even qualified to be buried in a graveyard.

When Lin Dao first came to the Wounded Soldier Camp yesterday, he retreated at the entrance.

The smell here was truly unbearable for him.

As for hygiene conditions, no need to mention them.

Wounded soldiers staying long-term in such a terrible environment, no wonder the death rate is so high.

After arranging manpower, doing emergency environmental cleanup and ventilation, today Lin Dao finally braved the wind and rain to come and visit.

"Arrow wound?"

Lin Dao examined the wound of the wounded soldier before him.

He leaned in to carefully inspect the medicinal powder applied to the wound, his expression doubtful: "This is... wood ash?"

The accompanying physician quickly confirmed: "Lord, it is indeed wood ash."

Wood ash is actually quite useful.

It can be used directly to wash wounds, or applied directly to wounds.

It can reduce inflammation and kill bacteria, promoting wound healing.

And it's safe with no side effects.

"This stuff, how can it be used as medicinal powder."

Lin Dao spoke: "If this were in a hospital~~~"

If in a Modern World hospital, which doctor would dare use wood ash on a wound? That hospital wouldn't stay open.

Picking up a cloth strip beside him, looking at the blood-stained hemp cloth, Lin Dao shook his head repeatedly.

"No wonder the Wounded Soldier Camp's death rate is so high."

"Gentlemen." Lin Dao's gaze swept over the many wounded soldiers: "I'll order the best medicinal powder for you right now!"

"Hold on!"

As the saying goes, saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

Pulling these wounded soldiers back from the gates of hell, then guaranteeing their living standards and treatment.

They will surely repay him with loyalty.

Lin Dao, back in the Modern World, did not go to a hospital or pharmacy to buy supplies.

Among the medicines he bought were antibiotics.

This stuff is prescription medicine; even buying it under the company's name involves very complicated procedures.

Since that's the case, let's handle it with a simple method.

Lin Dao ordered veterinary antibiotics online.

Antibiotics used by veterinarians for large livestock.

Though called veterinary, they're not much different from human ones.

In Lin Dao's understanding, it's probably just that the unit concentration differs, so the dilution ratios differ.

As for efficacy, anyway he thinks they're about the same.

At least taken to Yonghe Spacetime, they're life-saving divine medicines~~~

He directly placed an order for two buckets.

That's right, veterinary antibiotics sold by the bucket.

Besides antibiotics, Lin Dao also purchased large quantities of medical bandages, saline solution, and medicinal powder.

Speaking of medicinal powder, Yonghe Spacetime has excellent medicinal powder, named Qili Powder.

Made from twenty-three precious medicinal herbs, with very good efficacy.

Of course, Qili Powder's high cost means that lowly military households and commoners can't even dream of using it, let alone smelling it.

"Speaking of medicinal powder, of course it's Yunnan Baiyao."

Lin Dao here decisively ordered Yunnan Baiyao.

This goes without saying; Yunnan Baiyao's fame is too great.

In the medicinal powder trade, no one could rival his fame.

Lin Dao kept placing orders and demanded faster shipping.

That was air freight.

As long as the money was in place, cargo planes really were fast.

"Those wounded soldiers are all waiting urgently for treatment."

Having seen too much cruelty in Yonghe Spacetime, Lin Dao now actually felt some compassion for the world and pity for mankind.

"Every day delayed could mean a batch of wounded soldiers dying."

The greatest root of death among ancient wounded soldiers lay in wound infection and tetanus.

In ancient times, it was called evil poison entering the body.

Because the tiny bacteria could not be seen, they were called evil poison.

Various complications caused by wound infection would take many lives.

One day later, Lin Dao brought a large batch of medical supplies to Yonghe Spacetime.

"Jin Lian."

He did not rush to the Shang Bing Ying, but called Jin Lian over: "Gather all the women from Sanhe Village, then find some bold, careful, and serious women from the Beggar Army."

Jin Lian and Sun Rong worked by his side similar to secretaries.

They were secretaries who actually did the work, not secretaries who just endured abuse.

Sun Rong had read books and knew characters, mainly handling administration and accounts.

As for the illiterate Jin Lian, she mainly handled daily chores.

After accepting the military households from Feng Dun's Wubao, the population surged, and the secretaries' work was very busy.

Of course, this could also temper people.

Clearly, Jin Lian had been tempered well.

Without much effort, he gathered suitable people, about fifty or sixty women.

Lin Dao walked out of the cowhide tent, raised his head, and glanced at the sky with clouds rolling.

"Although the rain has stopped, judging by the sky's meaning, it will still rain."

"They say spring rain is as precious as oil, but it has delayed me too much."

The men and women of the Beggar Army who came to Feng Fortress to seek refuge, plus the sheltered refugees, the subjects living in dizhu outside the city, and some captive civilian laborers who defected from the Later Zhao Army.

Lin Dao now needed to manage the food, clothing, housing, and travel of thirty or forty thousand people.

The first thing was building houses; they could not always live in tents and dizhu.

But this weather indeed had a great impact.

Stepping on the mud underfoot, Lin Dao looked at the women before him: "I have summoned you to arrange a long-term job for you."

"It is a technical job, and you can enjoy a skill for a lifetime."

People always distinguish between close and distant, intimate and estranged.

The women of Sanhe Village had followed Lin Dao all the way to Shangbai in Guangzong County.

Now that there were benefits, he naturally prioritized those close to him.

Moreover, he had previously made promises regarding this.

Physicians, in whatever dynasty, were respected, high-income professions.

The older they were, the richer their experience, and the higher their income.

More importantly, even the various Hu understood the preciousness of technical talent.

Unless absolutely necessary, they would not put them on the table.

"Move everything away."

Lin Dao directed the women to move the medical supplies: "When you reach the Shang Bing Ying, watch closely how I do it."

Yesterday Lin Dao had not been idle in the Modern World either; he specifically made time to learn some related knowledge.

Plus, living in an age of information explosion, modern people basically knew a little about everything.

Seeing Lin Dao bring a large group of women to the Shang Bing Ying, many people curiously came over to spectate.

The wounded soldiers in the Shang Bing Ying, seeing the women come, all endured their pain and swallowed back their groans.

Men of the Central Plains cared about face and were unwilling to show their weak side before women.

Lin Dao found a wounded soldier with an infected arrow wound and ordered someone to carry him to a spacious place.

"Watch clearly."

Lin Dao first took out the Saline Solution: "This is salt water, and can be used to clean wounds."

Turning to look at the anxious wounded soldier, he smiled to comfort him: "It might hurt a little; bear with it."

The wounded soldier immediately raised his head and squeezed out a smile: "Lord, go ahead."

"If I make a sound, I am not a hero!"

Unbinding the cloth strip, looking at the wound already red, swollen, and inflamed, Lin Dao poured the rinse liquid onto it.

'Hiss~~~'

The wounded soldier immediately stared with wide eyes.

It really hurt~~~

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Lin Dao comforted him with kind words: "This is to treat your injury."

The wounded soldier's face twisted, feeling he was about to cry.

But he still gritted his teeth and bore it: "No, it doesn't hurt~~~"

Among the spectating women, someone could not help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Jin Lian glared over at them, and they immediately fell silent.

"His wound has worsened and become infected—that is, evil poison has entered his body."

Lin Dao ignited the alcohol lamp, took out the scalpel and disinfected it over the flame. "At this point, the affected part must be cut away."

He got a piece of towel for the wounded soldier to bite on, then called Qin Lang and the others who had come to watch to hold the wounded soldier down before making the incision.

It was not that Lin Dao was unwilling to purchase anesthetic.

It was simply that this thing was truly too hard to buy.

There was no choice; they could only have the wounded soldiers endure it.

Lin Dao had no experience, only having watched some videos and learned a bit of the so-called course.

When cutting, accidental injury was inevitable.

By the time it was barely finished, the wounded soldier held down by several burly men had already fainted from pain.

Raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Lin Dao gave a self-mocking smile.

"I really am not suited for this line of work."

When he was in school, he had once thought of studying medicine.

After all, the job was stable with high income, and there were so many young, pretty little nurses in the hospital~~~

Unfortunately, he truly was not cut out for it.

He could only say goodbye to the pretty little nurses.

Fate without affinity~~~

"Clean the wound well; next is applying medicine."

Lin Dao took out Yunnan Baiyao, opened the seal, and a scent of medicinal herbs surged into his nose and mouth.

After applying the medicine, Lin Dao took out bandages again. "I'll teach you several bandaging methods."

"Circular Bandaging~"

"Spiral Bandaging~"

"Figure-Eight Bandaging~"

"You must remember." Lin Dao instructed seriously. "Before using bandages, they must be washed clean, disinfected by steaming and boiling at high temperature, otherwise repeated infection may occur."

"If there are no such bandages, ordinary cloth strips can barely substitute."

Finally, he took out diluted Veterinary Antibiotic.

"This thing is a divine medicine."

"After using it, one can resist evil poison entering the body."

After finishing all this, Lin Dao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His gaze swept over the women. "Do you all remember?"

The women said nothing; instead, Qin Lang, who was holding down the wounded soldier, spoke up. "We remember."

"Hmm?"

Lin Dao glanced at him.

Using women for the work of treating wounded soldiers had the main advantage of patience and meticulousness.

Also, when wounded soldiers faced female medical workers, their psychological pressure would be much less.

He left Jin Lian with the women to re-treat the wounded soldiers' wounds.

Lin Dao walked out of Shang Bing Ying and took water to wash his hands.

"Lord."

Qin Lang, who had defected and now addressed him as Lord, came over and saluted. "Regarding the house matter, I do not know what arrangements Lord has?"

"After some time, it will be Spring Plowing season."

"By then there won't be so many hands available to build houses."

Lin Dao raised his head to look at the sky.

"I will think of a way."

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