"Ding! The system task of killing or driving out the enemies in the camp Buffer Zone has been completed. The system reward Basic Battle Qi Manual and the information of two Sprite have been distributed!"
"Ding! Two heroic guards were injured fighting for you. As the lord, you must do something!"
"System side mission: Treat two seriously injured people and let them recover!"
"Task reward: a warning of a possible crisis in the territory!"
At this moment, the system's voice sounded in Nalant's mind.
"Is it possible to give an early warning of a possible crisis? This reward is not bad!" It was another free mission, and Nalant was very happy.
It was certain to treat the wounded. Although he could not guarantee 100% that he could rescue his two subordinates, he would not give up easily.
So Nalant looked at Quick with a serious face. "No, Quick! I will not give up on any of you easily, I still want to give it a try!"
The world's means of dealing with sword injuries are very limited, especially for ordinary civilians.
In addition to binding the wound with cloth strips and herbs, there is only one primitive way to deal with large-area wounds, which is to directly burn it with a soldering iron. This method was also very popular in Europe in the previous life.
Of course, when the wound reaches a certain extent, this method will not help, and in this case, the injured person will basically have no choice but to die.
However, for Nalant, a time traveler, there are actually more effective ways to stop bleeding that will cause less harm to the wounded.
"Quick, go find the needle and thread immediately. By the way, boil some pots of water for me quickly! Put the needle and thread in to cook at the same time!"
"Yes, sir!"
Hearing that his master was still insisting, Quick did not try to persuade him any more. Instead, he was moved by his master's feelings for the guards, so he immediately led the guards to follow Nalant's instructions.
Not long after, Quick returned again.
"Sir, the boiling water is already being boiled, and the thread has been found, but... there are no needles in the camp!"
As a camp, water and iron pots are naturally available, and threads can be removed from clothes, but Quick led the guards to search for needles for a long time, but could not find them.
"Fuck!" Nalant couldn't help but curse after hearing this. At this juncture, the two seriously injured guards could not wait to return to the castle.
"Sir, I have a thin needle here!" At this moment, the voice of Vivian came over.
After the battle, Vivian followed Nalant's instructions to pick up Sherry outside the camp. At this time, he happened to hear the conversation and ran over immediately.
"You have? That's great!" Hearing Vivian's words, Nalant immediately shouted with joy.
Then Vivian came to him, dug around his white neck, and pulled out a small pendant.
This is a small, slender porcelain piece, a very cheap kind used to hold perfume. The small porcelain piece was tied around the neck by Vivian with a hemp rope and hung as a pendant.
Bo!
Seeing that the porcelain bottle was removed from the neck, Vivian directly pulled out the cork and took out an iron needle from inside.
After taking out the iron needle, I saw some surprise on Nalant's face. Vivian was embarrassed to explain, "Sir, this is the thin needle my mother used to teach me to use when sewing clothes. I have kept it since Storm Territory came to me!"
"Thank you! Vivian!" Nalant solemnly took the needle.
With the needle and thread, Nalant immediately gave it to Quick to cook, and then he ordered other guards to carry the two seriously wounded people into the house.
Although the guards didn't know what their master wanted to do, they quickly followed the instructions and started moving.
Soon, two guards placed the board on the table in the room.
Due to excessive blood loss, the guard who was still slightly conscious earlier also fell into a coma.
"Quick, are you okay?" Although he knew there was no need to rush and he had to wait to boil the water, Nalant couldn't help but urge.
"Sir, it will be ready soon!"
Quick has already added materials to several fires, and at the same time asked his men to blow on the bonfires hard, making the bonfires burn even more fiercely.
Fortunately, after more than a minute, the first pot of boiling water finally came to a boil.
"Quickly, take off their clothes too."
"Yes, sir!" Several guards did not dare to neglect and immediately pulled off the wounded man's shirt, and then a wound of more than ten centimeters in length was exposed on the abdomen.
Without the suppression of the cloth, blood flowed out again.
Holding back the discomfort, Nalant quickly started wiping the guard's wounds with a cooked towel.
"Sir, do you want me to come down and help?" Quick, who was standing aside, saw this scene with a strange look in his eyes.
Aristocrats all pride themselves on being noble. Not to mention personally treating the wounded, as Nalant was as nervous about the wounded before, that is very rare.
After all, the names of civilians and guards are not valuable, and they can continue to recruit if they are gone.
"No, you can't help!" Nalant concentrated on wiping the guard's wound, not caring at all that the injury was stained with a lot of blood.
After wiping two basins of hot water, he put down the cloth.
"Vivian, needle and thread!"
"Sir, here you go!" Vivian handed the threaded needle and thread to Nalant.
The other guards were very shocked when they saw this scene.
What are you preparing to do? Could it be...
At this moment, the guards had actually vaguely guessed something, after all, such obvious items as needle and thread were in the hands of adults.
The next moment, Nalant raised his hand and placed the needle directly next to the wound.
Poof!
Then, in this silent wooden house, the guards saw the craziest thing in their lives.
My lord actually sews wounds on people's bodies like clothes.
The guards had never imagined that the human body could be sewn in this way. Even though they had just experienced a life-and-death battle, the guards could not help but shudder.
In their opinion, this is more terrifying than a life-and-death fight with the enemy.
The guards held their breath and watched quietly as their master kept waving the needle and thread at the wound.
Vivian was also at a loss as she looked at everything in front of her. She was good at sewing clothes, but she had never thought that needle and thread could be used on people.
Nalant had no time to care about what his subordinates were thinking. At this time, there was another seriously injured guard waiting for his treatment, so he worked very quickly with his hands, stitching through the flesh on both sides of the wound and sewing them together.
Nalant was not a doctor in his previous life, and he did not care about beauty at this time. He only wanted to achieve the effect of stopping bleeding, so the stitched wounds were crooked and ugly.
After more than a minute of sewing, the wound on the guard's abdomen was finally sutured.
"Okay, take off the clothes of the other one too!" He tied the sewing thread into a knot, and Nalant started treating the next one directly.
"Yes... yes, sir!"
Hearing Nalant's words, the guards woke up as if from a dream.
"Vivian, clean the needle and thread a cooked thread again!"
"Yes, sir!"
Soon, Nalant began to treat the second seriously injured guard.
The guard was injured on his side.
Although his wound was not as deep as that of the previous guard, the length of the wound was longer, extending directly from the waist to the back.
Wipe the area around the guard's wound clean, and Nalant starts suturing again.
As a few minutes passed, the wound was finally sutured. Although the line on the wound was still crooked, his bleeding was stopped.
"My lord, you are mighty!" When the tight knot of the thin thread was tied again, the surrounding guards finally couldn't help but cheer.
Because, they felt that they had witnessed a miracle. In the past, they could not stop the bleeding from such a big wound, but here, they miraculously did it with only the tailor's needle and thread.
"It's not the time to be happy yet. Keep sewing and sewing for me. I will also sew up several other larger wounds!"
Although the most fatal wound has been stopped, in order to increase the survival rate of the two people as much as possible, Nalant is still preparing to continue suturing other wounds.
After more than ten minutes, the seven or eight wounds on the two guards were finally completely sutured, and Nalant had sweat breaking out on his forehead.
I humbly ask for votes~~woohoo~~