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With a scream, Pang Xingji fell from his horse and lay on the ground in agony, struggling as blood splattered a foot high, instantly staining the surrounding earth and rocks red.

Bang!

The soldier from Tiger Guard dropped his saber, staring dumbfounded at Pang Xingji. He couldn't believe it would turn out this way, and kept shaking his head, saying, "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to..."

Where is the military doctor?

Seeing Pang Xingji's face turn pale, Jiang Yunying panicked and hurriedly summoned the medical officer in the military camp.

The medical skills of the Chinese nation have been passed down for thousands of years. From Qi Bo in ancient times to Bian Que in the Spring and Autumn Period, and then to Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, etc., all of them demonstrate the superb medical skills of the Chinese nation. Some theories of traditional Chinese medicine still cannot be replaced by Western medicine.

Therefore, doctors held a high status in ancient times, and those with exceptional medical skills were even granted official positions.

Doctors in the palace were called imperial physicians or imperial doctors, doctors in local government offices were called medical officers, and doctors in military camps were called military medical officers, or previously, medical officers.

Before long, an old man with a white beard walked over unhurriedly, accompanied by two servants, both carrying heavy medicine chests.

"Dr. Jia, please treat Pang Xingji quickly."

Jiang Yunying said anxiously. Although she didn't know what blood meant to the human body or how much blood was in the body, she knew that excessive blood loss could be fatal.

This old man was considered the best military doctor in the city lord's camp. His name was Jia Zhi. He usually had a big ego and didn't like to treat minor injuries. If Jiang Yunying hadn't given him a strict order, he wouldn't have been so proactive.

Jia Zhi was somewhat arrogant and believed that his medical skills were comparable to those of Qi Bo and Bian Que, so he thought that this minor injury in the military camp would be no problem for him.

Indeed, the city lord's private army has not been on the battlefield for many years, and at most they have only suffered some minor injuries. Jia Zhi has never failed. To put it bluntly, those minor injuries would heal naturally even without medical treatment.

Therefore, Jia Zhi believed that no matter how severe Pang Xingji's injuries were, he could heal them.

However... when he saw the splattered blood, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly ordered his two apprentices, "Quickly bring me the hemostatic medicine that I made!"

Jia Zhi deliberately emphasized the word "self-made" in order to express his ability.

In fact, his so-called miraculous medicine was nothing more than a mixture of various hemostatic herbs. It was fine for stopping minor wounds, but now it was clearly ineffective.

The two young apprentices, both in their early twenties, were startled by the splattered blood. They frantically rummaged through the medicine box and finally found a plain white porcelain bottle.

"Apply it to the wound."

Jia Zhi continued to give instructions.

The two men took a few steps forward cautiously, but before they even got close, they were sprayed with blood. Both of them were so frightened that their legs went weak and they dared not go any further.

Jia Zhi took the porcelain bottle, bypassed the direction of the splattered blood, and came to Pang Xingji from the side. He hurriedly opened the bottle and tried to apply the hemostatic medicine to the wound.

Unfortunately, the force of the blood splattering far exceeded Jia Zhi's expectations; the medicinal powder was washed away by the blood before it even touched the wound.

"Bring all the medicine!"

Jia Zhi gradually realized the seriousness of the situation. He took five or six white porcelain bottles in his hands and applied them to Pang Xingji's wounds without thinking twice.

A moment later, the gushing blood washed away the hemostatic medicine again.

Jia Zhi panicked. He knew he couldn't help Pang Xingji stop the bleeding, and he didn't want to tell others that he was helpless, so he kept changing the medicine powder.

Seeing that Pang Xingji's face was as pale as paper and blood was flowing all over the ground, Jiang Yunying realized that Jia Zhi was powerless and hurriedly ordered, "Go and fetch Doctor Xiong from the Paradise Hall!"

Jile Hall is the most famous medical clinic in Jiangcheng, and Xiong Qitian is the head of the clinic. It is said that his medical skills are comparable to those of the imperial physicians in the palace, but he is unwilling to accept the recruitment of the imperial court.

The soldiers of Longbingwei were all dumbfounded. Only after hearing Jiang Yunying's instructions did they mount their horses and gallop towards Jiangcheng.

Although Jiangcheng is not far from the military camp, and one could make a round trip in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea if riding a horse at full speed, judging from Pang Xingji's condition, he simply could not last that long.

"If we wait any longer, we'll all die!"

Lin Ping shouted sternly, rushing to Pang Xingji without caring about the blood splattered all over him. He forcefully pushed Jia Zhi aside and yelled, "Quack doctor, get out!"

Regardless of Jia Zhi's medical skills, from the perspective of medical ethics alone, he is indeed a quack doctor, the kind of person Lin Ping despises the most.

Treating the sick and saving lives is inherently risky. Even the most skilled doctors are sometimes helpless, which is not shameful. At worst, they can suggest finding someone more capable, which is also giving the patient an extra chance.

However, Jia Zhi could not accept this fact and kept delaying, which made Pang Xingji's situation even worse.

Lin Ping glanced at Pang Xingji's wound and immediately felt a chill. Although it was mostly covered by his trouser leg, he could still guess that the situation was terrible.

"Little Li, scissors!"

Lin Ping stared intently at the wound while extending his right hand behind him.

After these days of getting to know each other, Li Mingxuan and Lin Ping had developed a good understanding. He hurriedly handed over a pair of scissors-like tools that the other had just given him.

Lin Ping took the scissors and cut off Pang Xingji's pants along the base of his thigh, revealing a three-inch-long, one-inch-deep wound.

Lin Ping frowned, knowing full well that Pang Xingji's artery had been severed and that ancient medical techniques could not save him.

To put it bluntly, Jia Zhi didn't even know what blood vessels were, generally referring to them as meridians, let alone how to treat Pang Xingji.

"Da Niu, go find a thicker hemp rope."

Lin Ping hurriedly gave the instructions, while taking the hemostat from Li Mingxuan.

The artery in the thigh is very thick, and it is very likely to burst if you rely solely on hemostats. You must apply pressure to the artery at the front end of the wound.

"The only option left is to perform vascular suturing!"

Lin Ping thought to himself, his brows furrowing.

A ruptured artery is different from a regular wound and must be sutured.

As a medical student, Lin Ping had naturally been exposed to suturing surgery and had even prepared medical suture needles and cotton thread in advance.

However, this type of suture, which cannot be absorbed by the human body, can only be used to suture skin and flesh, not blood vessels.

Before long, Da Niu found a rope, and with the combined efforts of many people, they tied it around Pang Xingji's thighs, which slowed down the splattering of blood.

Lin Ping then used hemostatic forceps to clamp the bleeding end of the artery, which completely stopped the arterial bleeding. He then applied a bottle of hemostatic medicine from Jia Zhi to the wound to alleviate the capillary bleeding.

"Go and kill a lamb that's seven or eight months old, and bring me its intestines!"

Lin Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead as he gave the instructions.

After the arterial bleeding stopped, Pang Xingji's condition stabilized somewhat, giving him enough time to wait.

As for the function of sheep intestines, it is naturally to make sheep gut sutures, which can be used as absorbable sutures.

Jiang Yunying stared at Lin Ping in disbelief. His meticulous spirit and skillful technique even gave her the illusion that this was really her spendthrift husband.