The ten Slavic maids of Rurik are now beautiful girls. In the tax season after the autumn harvest, they appear as the "tax collectors" of the princes, and they are priests on festivals. It is also necessary to participate in labor. One of them is a priest, and it makes sense to serve as a doctor.

Ordinary bruises, people endure it with forbearance. It is said that flammable spirits can be wiped off the wound to avoid fever, and those who are really injured can buy alcohol for treatment by themselves.

Only with extremely severe trauma, they would ask the priest for help.

Therefore, the maids of Rurik sent people to join the army every time the war broke out, and when the fighting broke out, they were armed with a crossbow and joined the shooting flag team. After the battle, they became surgeons.

Rarely, a stubborn man with an arrow in his abdomen was sent to the house next to the small temple in Novgorod. Rurik easily assembled two maids and gave them orders: "Anna, Bella. Give this to you two. The Pecheneg person healed the wound. I guess the person's intestines were punctured and sutured it up."

After the operation, the two girls had already taken offense.

They and the other sisters are the prince's wives and concubines, as well as the closest students. They have already clarified the position of the human body's internal organs and their general functions.

But they are not "Nordic little magpies". Even if they are undergoing surgical operations, the methods can still be described as violent and rough.

The house was closed and the open windows closed. The house was warm and bright by the dense oil lamps. The two girls were holding sharp knives and specially used steel needles imported from the east from the Principality's ancestors. They had local twine and were forcibly poured with vodka and the whole person. The wounded, who was already drunk and unconscious, began brutal operations.

At least they did some necessary cleaning. Without special rubber gloves for surgery, I wash my hands with soap and water, and then wash my hands with spirits and let them air dry. The tools used are also boiled in boiling water.

The two women also put on white robes, although they thought it was strange, since it was the order of the prince, the simple mouth-covering masks had to be covered firmly.

After the wounded was drunk, the clothes near the wound had been cut, and the arrow that caused the injury had long been pulled out.

The wound was a hole, obviously cut out by a piercing arrow. Thanks to the arrow in the belly, if it were in the chest, this person would have died a long time ago.

The two women further cut the skin and flesh along the wound that had stopped bleeding on their own, turned out the bright red intestines, found the broken small intestine full of congestion, and cut off the penetrated part, and then came a nest of intestines. Suture it with twine.

The original small hole in the wound was cut with a sharp knife to cut off some blood-rich tissues, and then a steel needle twine was used to create a "centipede" on the wounded's belly.

The Principality of Russ has no medicines similar to the golden sore medicine, and even the surgical operation of this kind of laparotomy is a challenge that cannot guarantee the success rate.

Both women subjectively hoped that the injured would get better. They finally wiped the "centipede" on their belly with strong wine, then put a layer of honey on them, and finally wrapped a white cloth around the injured waist. These are the only things they can do for the time being, and the rest can only rely on God...

They had performed a strange surgical operation, and if they had not been educated about the structure of the human body, they would be helpless.

The two exhausted women pushed open the wooden door and faced the crowd of Pechenegs waiting anxiously outside the door.

Kagan paced up nervously: "How is he? Dead? Or is he alive?"

The two women were frightened and backed away one after another, of course, the bright red blood on their white clothes also caused Kagan to panic.

Rurik maintained his utmost concentration and signaled Kagan not to embarrass his woman: "Anna and Bella have done their best. Brother Kagan, it seems that the rest can only look forward to the grace of God."

"Your god?"

"Exactly. Our Odin!" Rurik's face was iron-faced, and he walked steadily. "Kagan, go in and see your dependents."

In the bright room, a pair of eyes stared curiously and pitifully at the injured person who was still drowsy. His stomach was wrapped in linen cloth. The air was filled with faint smells, aromas and wine smells. The complex smells made people feel drowsy. Surprised.

On the other hand, Rurik also communicated with the two wives and concubines. Regarding the operation of circumcision and suturing, it was both pleasant and worrying.

The two women longed for the prince's praise. They were both their own women. Rurik subconsciously stretched out his hand, squeezed their cheeks, and verbally declared that they were doing well.

They shook their heads slightly, and they all smiled when they looked at each other.

"You go down and rest, remember to write down today's work as experience." Rurik continued to order.

"Yes." The two women said in unison.

If there is a problem with the operation, the injured person has already died of hemorrhage. Obviously, the situation is very good now.

Surgery is like the processing workshop of a meat factory in the world. The surgeon is like a butcher, and the wounded patients are wailing in extreme pain. Even so, there is no guarantee of a high cure rate.

It was the Scotsman named Robert Liston who invented the industry guidelines for surgery in the early nineteenth century, and invented tools such as lancets and hemostatic forceps.

This is a pioneer in the modern surgical industry, but in that era when there is no painkiller, patients still have to endure pain during surgery and face a huge risk of postoperative infection. As for the latter, it is not something that Dr. Liston can solve.

Nightingale, a pioneer in the medical care industry, integrated a set of clean and hygienic nursing techniques. With the popularization of medical masks and the use of anesthetics containing nitrogen compounds, surgical operations have completed the cut with the "Human Meat Factory". .

Of course, the Rus Principality under Rurik did not have to take the detours that many of his predecessors had gone through. Relying on the existing conditions, he could reproduce the surgical operations he had seen and understood as much as possible!

The wounded soldiers on the battlefield are all subjects of experimentation. The treatment of bruises to the people on weekdays can also improve the skills of the doctors. A surgical team in the Principality is the most hated to have surgery targets, so this "small intestine cut and nested suture" "It needs to be written as a case record.

"You all avoid it for the time being. Kagan, your dependents need to rest." Ruriek clearly stated.

"He seems to be fainted, is the wine power still not gone?" Kagan was still anxious and kept curious.

"Exactly."

"What will happen to him next? When can he stand up again? When can he ride a horse again?"

"I said that the rest depends on whether God gives grace. You all know that this man recklessly showed his arrow. He was determined to die. In the end, death was fate. However, I was caught Our Odin blessings, I don't want to kill him, maybe Odin will show mercy. Kagan believed that Rurik's high-sounding words were true, Kagan did not rely on it any more, and wittily greeted the brothers to retreat.

In the end, only Rurik and Kagan remained in the operating room.

"What else will my dependents experience?"

"He will be well taken care of and will be drunk with honey water for many days. In his case, he can only drink honey water until..."

"How?" Kagan asked.

"After a while, I have to hit my stomach again."

"Huh?" Kagan, who had already figured out his situation a little bit and was emotionally stable, stayed in Bengbu again: "Why is this? My subordinate gets another stab. Wouldn't it be another crime?"

"No way." Rurik shrugged: "The twine that sutures his intestines will have to be taken out after the intestines are healed, otherwise he will still die of fever. You don't have to worry about this. If God grants grace, then when you When returning home in the spring, this reckless and poor fellow can still accompany you on horseback as your guard."

How does Kagan know about the structure of human internal organs? He knew that the human heart was there, just because it was the key to any soldier, he aimed at the heart to shoot the enemy. As for the intestines, there is only a vague concept.

Afterwards, the wounded were sent to a quiet and warm hut. These Pechenegger fighters were tied to the bed by a cable. The so-called drunken spirit would cause the poor wounded to fall into the pain of the wound. In order to avoid tumbling and cracking the wound, they were bound. It is a last resort.

In the middle of the night, people with sensitive ears heard the wailing.

An anecdote spread like wildfire. The so-called prince's loyal wife and concubine performed a sharp operation on the horse rider from outside. The internal organs of the wounded were all turned over.

When Rurik learned of the bizarre news, he had to post an announcement on the notice board in the Novgorod City Square. It was a printed document, and the same text was also pasted in some other open-view corners of the city.

The content of the document is full of easy-to-understand words. The so-called identity of the injured, the cause of the injury, what kind of surgery was performed, and the current situation of the injured, seems to be the only way to suppress this so-called urban legend.

But what Rurik didn't know was that the incident became a ghost story of some parents frightening their children without hesitation. The so-called cold weather ran out and beware of being caught by the witch and emptied his intestines. The parents still don't want their cubs to freeze to death by accident. After all, there are no beasts in the city, only the cold night wind that is more fierce than the beasts.

The wailing of the wounded lasted for about a day, and then the poor wounded could only drink honey to continue his life. Fortunately, everyone's horrified death fever did not find this poor man. In Kagan's eyes, it was indeed the gods of the Ross people who came down to favor.

Of course, Kagan was not a simple fool who left everything to the gods. He could see that the medical skills of the Duchy of Ross had reached a high level.

On the grasslands, the casualties of war are not only reflected in the fighting on the battlefield. Many of the wounded fled temporarily and died of fever afterwards.

Prince Ross clearly mastered a means to fight fever. If Pechenegg also mastered this technique, many brave fighters would be able to avoid death.

He wanted to ask to understand why, and he was even mentally prepared for the so-called use of money and horses to buy this technology.

There is an opportunity right now!

Because the Hanukkah of the Rus is approaching, Prince Rus has revealed a wonderful plan to bring the newly trained cavalry troops to their "king city tent" Shilla Fort to patrol and participate in their biggest event.

How is the event of the Rus not the event of the Pecheneg?

"If I take the opportunity to congratulate you on joining the event again, you will thank me..."

Thinking about this, Kagan decisively visited Prince Rose himself.

In the quiet secret room, Liurik personally met his steppe brothers. He thought there was a secret and important event, which made it possible for him to do so.

The oil lamp was lit, and the two sat on the leather cushions looking at each other.

"Let's talk! It must be your family member's problem? The situation is very good these few days, and a second round of surgery can be done in a few days. Wait another month, and he will recover."

Kagan sighed lightly: "It is indeed related to this. Brothers Rurik, I only have one thing unknown."

"Speaking."

"What methods did you use to combat fever."

"Of course it is the grace of God." Rurik said, only the corners of his mouth curled upwards to reveal the untruth of this statement.

"You are entertaining me. I know that you must have a technique. I...want to learn."

"Do you want to learn? Why?"

Kagan simply slapped his thigh, and then slapped his heart in a heart-to-heart state: "I'm telling the truth, our Pecheneg people are surrounded by powerful khanates, our soldiers are very noble, and we encounter wars frequently. Many. Warriors are injured and will die afterwards. If you teach me the means to fight fever, many of my fighters will be able to live."

The words were a little unexpected, Rurik thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt. Thinking about it again, his attitude towards Kagan has changed a bit.

Think about this person's importance to the wounded slave's dependents. Does this person really love his soldiers? Not only that, it is clear that he loves his own power more, or that the stability of his power is based on the support of a large-scale army.

"Do you want to learn? It's not easy to learn. If you only know the basic methods, I can tell you now. But you need to buy medicines to fight fever at a high price."

"What is a potion?"

"It's the flaming wine you've ever drunk!"

The two sides have huge geographical levels and are now in a substantial ally. Rose is greedy with Pechenegg's horse, so it is important to deepen the friendship between each other.

The so-called fever is scurvy, where rotten wounds drain, dirt enters the blood, and the circulatory system supplies the dirt to the whole body, causing systemic necrosis. It was not until the invention of the microscope that people realized that this was caused by bacteria, and that the decayed and dissolved somatic cells produced venom that threatened the body. By prescribing the right medicine in this way, scurvy can easily be cured.

The principle is wound debridement, cut off carrion, medicine washing, wound suture, and even a little magical baiyao to accelerate self-healing, and even more magical biological protein glue will stick to it.

Only the use of high-level vodka made the Ruths almost defeated the scurvy of the wounded. This time, the Principality fighters were most fearless in fighting, because they were able to treat the general wounded Principality, and only fatal injuries were impotent. This was demonstrated vividly in the two battles against Karelia. People with minor injuries were treated and no one died of fever.

There are some invisible bugs floating in the air. The dirt, especially feces, has the most such bugs. The skin can insulate this vicious little insect, but when a wound appears, the little insect is like a pack of wolves gnawing at the meat, and finally kills a person. The only solution is to wipe it with spirits...

Kagan basically believed this theory. He wanted to buy spirits, but he immediately persuaded him to hear the price.

Flammable spirits, to be honest, the spicy voice is not good, but the wit of drinking lies in the trance after being drunk. One will feel that the soul is out of the body, or enter a state of confusion that was only felt in childhood, even Feeling chatting with Tenjin.

"Isn't normal wine? Neither can mare's milk wine?"

"No. Unless you can make wine that can burn, not only will it not cure the wound, but it will also cause the wounded to die early."

"I..." Kagan gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "I'll buy it!"

Since the other party wanted to buy, Rurik was willing to sell. Because when selling spirits, they are also sold together with glass bottles. Distilled spirits are much cheaper because of the high yield of grain. The price of spirits is mainly reflected in the glass bottles. Rurik was sold at a friendly price of two pounds of silver coins and three bottles of spirits, and Cagan directly ordered fifteen bottles this time!

"How do I get it? I want it now!"

Rurik shrugged: "Not for the time being, but if you are willing to go to Fort Shilla with me, you can get it on the spot. After all, I set up a winery in my royal city."

"I meant it! You want to ride to Shilla Fort, to participate in your Hanukkah. This is a grand event! I have the right to participate."

"Oh? I'm very welcome. You are foreign travelers. You can see our festivals, the frozen sea in the north, and the sun on the ice."

"Very good." Kagan Hanhan laughed out: "It's true that your Hanukkah is also our Karakin Festival."

"What is that? It's also a grand sacrifice?"

"Sacrifice to the sun and a warm new life. I will eat and gather, eat barbecue, drink mare kumiss, dance, and play the kobus (same as the guitar). Priests will worship the gods, and men and women will also be married."

"Sounds great. Wait a minute, do you still have some musical instruments?" Rurik became alert and curious.

"Quabsiqin, plucked ~www.mtlnovel.com~ney flute, played." Kagan said as he moved his hands with both hands, it was a pity that he didn't bring it on this trip.

Although Rurik had regrets, the purchase of Pecheneg instruments was also included in the plan.

"We are about to leave." Rurik sighed hopefully. "Since you are interested, please be prepared. This will be a long journey. We will go on glaciers and glacial lakes. You don't have to worry about the horses. , I will be fully prepared."

"Huh? Brother, you will spend a lot."

"What's the difficulty? It is my honor for you to participate in our festival. Besides..."

"how?"

"I think only a small part of all the horses have iron horseshoes, which is very bad. No problem, I will nail all the horses with steel horseshoes in Shilla Fort. You can enjoy this treasure as long as you bring someone with you."

"I can?" Kagan was overjoyed.

"Of course, we are brothers, and our two countries are also allies."