My Sims of the Eastern Jin Dynasty

After leaving the clinic, Xiao Heng strolled to the city wall.

Watching Han Yongzheng direct his soldiers to install those large ballistae.

But his mind was filled with Master Xu's miraculous medical skills, which could bring the dead back to life.

That means they can snatch people right out of the jaws of death. If we could have such a master in charge, we could minimize non-combat casualties.

At this moment, Xu Xianzhi arrived at the city wall, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Xiao Heng noticed this expression, which made his heart tighten.

Xu Xianzhi is a follower of the Celestial Masters sect. That old Taoist priest probably can't be allowed to stay. What if he converts Xu Xianzhi to Taoism? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

But Xiao Heng then chuckled to himself, wondering what he was worried about.

A person who dares to choose "Wenyuan" as his courtesy name at the age of fifteen—how could a Taoist temple possibly contain his ambition?

"Your Excellency, Master Xu's medical skills are truly divine, rarely seen in this world!"

Xiao Heng nodded in response and leaned closer to whisper.

"Could we keep him in the military?"

Xu Xianzhi was somewhat embarrassed after hearing this.

"Judging from his appearance and demeanor, the Taoist priest seems to have transcended worldly fame and fortune. Although Yuntai Temple is simple, it is where he cultivates himself and helps the world. Forcibly inviting him to join us would not only fail but also damage our relationship!"

Xiao Heng knew that Xu Xianzhi was thorough in his considerations and that what he said made sense, but he was still unwilling to give up.

"We must try to know, Wenyuan. Go and have a heart-to-heart talk with the Taoist priest for me. Offer him rice and meat first, but don't force him. Just explain the pros and cons and express our sincere desire for talented people and our willingness to seek happiness for the people and soldiers. Even if it doesn't work out, we can still build a good relationship!"

Xu Xianzhi quickly understood Xiao Heng's meaning and left to carry out the order.

About half an hour later, he arrived at the government office and smiled wryly at Xiao Heng, who was adjusting the crossbow.

"The Taoist priest spoke humbly, but his attitude was resolute. He is a man of the mountains, used to a carefree life, and is also quite old. He only wishes to stay in this corner of Yuntai!"

Xiao Heng felt a little regretful after hearing this, but it wasn't unexpected.

"Since that's the case, we can't force it. However, we need to make an agreement with him that if there are any more critical illnesses like this in our army or city in the future, we need to ask him to come down the mountain to help us, and we will offer him generous tributes."

"The Taoist priest readily agreed to this!"

"In addition, the Taoist priest seemed to pay close attention to the orphan of Physician Sun, and his words implied that he wanted to take him back to the mountains to teach him."

"Oh?"

Xiao Heng's eyes flickered. The entire Sun family had perished, leaving only this son, who carried the burden of his family's blood feud. This old Taoist had a sharp eye.

"That child, the Taoist priest cannot take him away!"

Xiao Heng shook his head, his tone gentle yet firm.

Xu Xianzhi was quite surprised.

"What does Your Excellency mean?"

"Most doctors come from family traditions, passed down through generations; a single question is enough to know their skills!"

Xu Xianzhi then understood and sent someone to summon Tan Lin, who was temporarily residing in the city.

Although this Ganyu official does not hold a formal position, he is reliable in his work, and Xiao Heng is already considering appointing him.

A moment later, Tan Lin was quickly brought over.

Before he could bow in greeting, Xiao Heng cut to the chase and asked directly.

"Tan Gongcao, do you know anything about the child of Physician Sun?"

Tan Lin then bowed in greeting.

"Your Excellency, Young Master Xu, the child's name is Sun Si, eleven years old. His father, Sun He, was a renowned local doctor, and his family had been practicing medicine for generations. That night, Dr. Sun fought bravely to protect his wife and daughter, taking up arms to resist the violence, and died in the struggle. His wife and daughter also perished. Because of his small stature, Sun Si was hidden by his father in a hidden compartment in the backyard and miraculously survived. When I found him, the child was nearly exhausted and had been silent for several days. During this time, he often lingered near the clinic!"

Tan Lin's words were tinged with regret.

"This child is calm and collected, but having suffered such a great calamity, his will is likely no ordinary child!"

Xiao Heng listened quietly, and a plan had already formed in his mind.

"Tanlin, you have rendered meritorious service in assisting in the resettlement of refugees and reporting enemy intelligence. Effective immediately, you will temporarily assume the position of Salt Commissioner's Clerk!"

Tan Lin was overjoyed and quickly bowed in thanks before leaving.

Xiao Heng looked at Xu Xianzhi.

"Wenyuan, explain this to the Taoist priest. We won't be going up the mountain. The child's future expenses will be covered by the household!"

"I understand!"

After Xu Xianzhi left, Xiao Heng's thoughts returned to more macro-level issues.

He took out the casualty logbook of his soldiers and carefully read through it, his brows furrowing more and more as he looked.

Direct poisoning, like that experienced by Lu Da, does not account for the majority of casualties.

Most casualties occurred after the war, with festering and suppuration from knife and gun wounds accounting for a large proportion.

Improper treatment of fractures can also lead to disability or sepsis.

Another major issue is persistent high fever caused by common colds; those who can pull through are mostly veterans with excellent physical constitutions.

Xiao Heng closed the booklet. Naturally, there were military doctors accompanying the Northern Army.

He had also seen Han Yong's folk remedies for battlefield first aid, such as using a red-hot knife to scald and stop bleeding, or applying wood ash directly to the wound. Those who survived such treatments were considered to be very lucky.

"Without a concept of microbiology, without disinfection, without antibiotics, even the slightest infection here is a death sentence!"

Xiao Heng got up and returned to the clinic.

As soon as I entered, I saw several healers treating an arrow wound.

The injured man was a young recruit, his face pale and his forehead soaked with cold sweat.

His left upper arm was pierced by an arrow; the shaft had been shortened, but the arrowhead remained embedded in the muscle, forming a horrible bulge.

Xiao Heng could tell that this must be a new recruit who went to the island last night. Less than a day later, the skin and flesh around the wound were already swollen and purple, and the blood that was seeping out was no longer bright red, but turbid yellow fluid.

A medical officer was leading a group of people to deal with the situation; they had the man tied up tightly.

The physician used a small knife to cut open the wound in an attempt to remove the arrowhead.

Xiao Heng could see clearly that the physician's hands and instruments had only been casually wiped with a cloth, and the cloth still had stains from the previous wounded soldier.

The process of removing the arrow was brutal and lengthy, and the wound was a bloody mess after it was taken out.

Immediately afterwards, a doctor mixed a handful of unknown herbal powder with strips of cloth that did not look clean, stuffed it into the wound, and then tightly bound it with a cloth bandage.

Watching the whole process made Xiao Heng's stomach twitch slightly. Then his consciousness sank into his mind, and he summoned the ancient book.

I once used deep learning simulation to treat my stomachache, and I ended up taking some unknown herb and it was fine.

He's not sure if it'll work now; inventing an anti-inflammatory drug is unrealistic, so he can only give it a try.

[Start Deep Simulation]

[Core condition set: In this historical context, how to heal this injury with the highest probability?]

[Historical points invested in this simulation: 100]

[Simulation Start]

The pages shone brightly, no longer displaying a blurry message.

Instead, it was a complete plan, detailed down to the steps and even including visual demonstrations, that was directly imprinted in his mind.

Opening his eyes, Xiao Heng was somewhat disappointed; he had only used less than 20 points.

The things mentioned above represent the limit of my medical knowledge.

He strode over to the recruit's bedside.

Xiao Heng's voice made the doctors pause instantly.

The most senior doctor looked up, his face showing doubt and fear.

"Your Excellency, this..."

"Stop! Bring the strongest liquor, boil some water, and find some clean linen and raw salt!"

"The salt water needs to be boiled until all the salt grains dissolve, and then used when it's warm!"

The doctors looked surprised and doubtful, but under pressure from the authority, they had no choice but to comply.

As Xiao Heng gave instructions, he watched as they disinfected the instruments and strips of cloth in their hands.

After everything was ready, Xiao Heng pointed to the wound and gave instructions to the old doctor.

First, gently rinse the wound with boiled and cooled lightly salted water until the yellowish-black pus and blood have drained away.

"The flesh here is dead, and its color is blackish-purple. If it is not removed, the poison will penetrate deep into the bone marrow. Now, use this boiled knife to gouge out all the necrotic flesh along this line. Remember, every time you move your hand or the knife, you must pour liquor over it."

The old doctor had never done this before, but he obeyed anyway.

He repeatedly heated a thin-bladed knife over the candlelight until it glowed slightly red. After it cooled a little, he quickly cut into the blackened, festering flesh, but his movements were extremely inaccurate. The recruit screamed and fainted.

Xiao Heng could only apologize in his heart, since there was no anesthetic available, and then explained to the doctors around him.

"No new flesh will grow until all the rotten flesh is gone!"

The onlookers, initially bewildered and confused, gradually became thoughtful.

Xiao Heng continued to give instructions.

"After cleaning the wound, rinse it with warm saline solution, then pack the drainage area with a cloth soaked in liquor!"

The old doctor understood this time, and soon the pus and blood drained away, making the wound look cleaner.

After several more rounds of cleaning, the recruit woke up in pain and then fainted again.

Seeing this, the surrounding physicians began to whisper among themselves.

Xiao Heng was relieved to see that there was no more necrotic tissue left in the wound; that was all he could do.

Aseptic technique, wound cleaning and drainage—the rest depends on his fate and the effectiveness of ancient herbal remedies.

That's far from enough. We need to systematically train people who understand these things, starting with Sun Si.

"Apply wound medicine externally, and take antidote powder internally!"

"Anything that touches the wound, such as hands, instruments, or cloth, must be treated with boiling water. The cloth strips should be changed daily, and the color and smell of the wound should be observed before changing them."

"..."