Bone-Scraping Treatment for Poison

"What? You want to treat the wounded?"

"Nonsense, absolutely not!"

Hearing this, the old man immediately spoke up to stop him.

After all, they had been in this military camp for two days. They knew the condition of those severely wounded patients better than anyone.

The worst of them were already on the brink of death. There was simply no possibility of saving them.

If they went and troubled them now, giving them hope only for it to be shattered in the end, that would hurt worse than killing them.

"What injuries can you even treat?"

"Do you think this is child's play? You think throwing a handful of dirt on them will heal them?"

"Your Highness, please think carefully. Do not let the soldiers lose heart."

As the old man spoke, the people around them exchanged uneasy looks.

This old bastard was truly rotten. At a time like this, wasn't he forcing them to pick a side?

"Enough. Stop talking, old man."

"No one has the right to strip them of their right to live."

"I say they can be treated, but you say they cannot. What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Just take me there already. I told you, I really can treat them."

Some external injuries did not even involve poison. With the advanced medical technology from his past life, his text-based soul skill that could freely apply buffs, and a healing-type Martial Soul, what illness could he not treat?

Even if his neck were broken, I could set it back in place.

Seeing Su Mu insist again and again, General Zheng stepped aside and led the group into the barracks.

They soon arrived at a room in the corner of the camp, enclosed by a large white tent.

The moment they entered, a pungent medicinal smell mixed with the stench of rotting flesh rushed toward them.

Su Mu could not help frowning.

"A child would frown and vomit at the mere smell of this place, yet you claim you can treat injuries?"

"Do you know that deceiving the princess is a capital crime?"

Seeing this, the old man from earlier immediately jumped out to oppose him again.

But Su Mu had frowned because of the conditions here.

Inside the entire military medical tent, every patient lay crowded together on a single large communal bed.

Many had bandages wrapped around their arms and thighs, and the blood seeping through had already stained the old mattresses beneath them.

Yet when the soldiers saw the princess and General Zheng enter, they still tried to salute.

At that moment, two gray-robed healers were scraping rotten flesh from the arms of two soldiers.

The foul stench from the scraped flesh assaulted Su Mu's nostrils.

At this level of medical care, anyone who survived an injury did so only because they were healthy and had high Soul Power.

For ordinary soldiers without Soul Power, suffering injuries like these meant they were not far from death.

Su Mu looked around, then fixed his gaze on the bed nearest to him.

The burly man lying there had a bluish, flushed complexion, and layer after layer of bandages wrapped around his forearm.

His entire lower arm had been bound so tightly that it had turned purple. His blood circulation was completely obstructed.

Since he was the closest, Su Mu would start with him.

Su Mu stepped forward, looked at the soldier sitting at the edge of the bed with his head lowered, and forcibly made him raise his face.

Judging by that bluish-purple complexion, he must have been enduring unimaginable pain.

"Were you soldiers from the previous unit sent to clear out Evil Soul Masters, the ones severely injured by them?"

"Can you tell me exactly what kind of injuries you suffered?"

Su Mu spoke.

The burly man sitting on the bed stared in surprise at the youth whose hand rested against the artery in his neck.

But after General Wang explained, he recalled what had happened and slowly began to speak.

"According to the intelligence, not long ago, following the generals' orders, we went into the mountains to search for an Evil Soul Master who had looted a village."

"But when we found him, he ambushed us. There were Soul Tools he had set up all around the area."

"We were wounded by the Soul Tools' explosion. My injury was relatively minor. A fragment only sliced my arm, though I lost quite a lot of blood."

"Some of the brothers with worse luck were left behind there."

"The luckier ones are lying over there now."

As the burly man spoke, Su Mu reached out and began unwrapping the bandages around his shoulder.

The sight startled him. He instinctively tried to pull away, but Su Mu grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't move now. Let me tell you, if this continues, your entire arm will be ruined. If you are unlucky, you might lose your life too."

"You people in the back, watch carefully. I'll teach you by example how to deal with this kind of injury."

As Su Mu spoke, he removed the bandages.

The wound was about the length of a thumb. It had turned purple, with dark clotted blood around it already scabbed over, while pale yellow pustules bulged beneath the surface.

As the gauze was slowly unwound, Su Mu used Soul Power to guide the blood flow within. The bluish-purple forearm gradually returned to its normal color.

However, blood slowly began to seep from the swollen wound, and pale yellow pus flowed out along with it.

Princess Vina felt nauseated at the sight, but she still forced herself to keep watching.

Then she could not help asking, "Su Mu, my wound on my neck that day was just as deep as his. Why didn't mine ooze pus or fester?"

Su Mu was examining how to handle the wound when he heard Princess Vina's question.

"This is a good opportunity to explain why wounds fester and even rot."

"It is related to the environment and the method of treatment. If the environment is poor and there is strong ventilation, the wound will remain in constant contact with the air, causing it to worsen."

"Princess Vina received the highest level of treatment that day, and after returning, she was rarely exposed to the wind. She basically stayed inside the palace."

"Without drafts blowing directly on her, the possibility of deterioration was reduced."

"Combined with the powerful healing ability of a healing-type Soul Master, her wound healed faster as well."

As Su Mu spoke, Princess Vina gently touched the pale pink scar on her neck.

This scar was destined to remain with her for life.

"If there were something in this world that could be eaten to make scars disappear and wounds scab over, that would be wonderful."

Princess Vina could not help saying.

Su Mu casually replied, "That would be great. We could just make a scar-removal and beauty-enhancing product. It would be simple."

As Su Mu spoke, he looked up at the two military physicians and asked, "What do you usually use to disinfect wounds?"

Su Mu's question stumped both of them.

"Disinfect?"

"You mean applying medicine to the wound? We generally use Blood-Clotting Grass."

"We crush fresh Blood-Clotting Grass to extract its juice, then apply it to the wound with the juice. It can speed up healing."

"Wait, so you directly crush herbs and apply them to the patient's wounds?"

Su Mu was stunned by this method of treatment.

This was traditional herbal medicine, but it had its drawbacks!

The original wound had already become extremely fragile and was easily disturbed by bacteria.

And now they were placing unsterilized plant leaves and stems directly on top of it. It was extremely easy to cause an infection.