I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon

Episode 2. Absurd resurrection (2)

“You have to look at the wound to know if it can be saved or not. Please put your hands away for a moment.”

“Save me! Help me…”

The fireman forcibly removed the man’s hand and examined the open stomach and the leaking intestines again.

‘Originally, you have to wear sanitary gloves to touch it, but you can’t do that here. I can’t help it. I can’t even see water to wash my hands.’

The fireman washed his hands with the man’s blood as a makeshift measure.

“Bocchan! Isn’t that the vice master over there?”

Suddenly, a man wearing a net came running from afar and called for a fireman.

The painter looked up and at once recognized who the man was.

‘You’re Wang Sam-nii! Aren’t you dead?’

Wang Sam had parted ways at a fork in the road to lure the bandits chasing them.

Many bandits chased him, so he thought he was dead, but he seemed to have managed to escape the bandits.

“mister.”

The painter could not easily treat Wang Sam like a subordinate, perhaps because of his modern memory, even though he was a servant.

“Oh, it’s bloody all over! Do-young. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. And this is not my blood, it is the blood of the wounded.”

It’s his own blood, but he was resurrected and all the wounds disappeared, so he covered it appropriately.

Wang Sam hurriedly approached and inspected the painter’s body.

The top was cut long by something, but I was relieved when there were no cracks in my skin.

“I’m glad you weren’t hurt. I was shocked to find out that the young master was injured.”

“Because I am fine. More than that, there are a lot of injured people here, so go to the well and get as much clean water as you can. And do you have a needle and thread?”

“Brother, why are you suddenly using honorific words for me?”

Wang Sam looked at the painter with a puzzled expression.

The fireman couldn’t come up with a reason, so he looked around moderately.

“The honorific language suddenly became comfortable. Don’t bother with such trivial things, hurry up and give me a needle and thread.”

“I have a needle and no thread. Are you trying to sew clothes?”

“At this point, would you like to find a needle and thread to sew clothes?”

“Then why are you looking for it?”

“I can’t see this guy’s belly split. Shouldn’t it be stitched up?”

“Sew the boat? Even the intestines have already been spilled, so can you live by stitching them up?”

“I’ll sew it up and if I’m lucky, I’ll live. We can’t just leave it to die doing nothing.”

“That’s true, but…”

“I don’t have time, so hurry up and search the village to get a needle and thread. Come on.”

“yes. Oh, I see.”

Wang Sam was confused and puzzled, but hurriedly turned around.

‘I knew you read a lot of books on medicine as well as scriptures while studying abroad, but I don’t think anyone can heal a wound like that… In addition, he suddenly uses honorific words and is this crazy because he’s so surprised?’

The fireman is now only fifteen years old.

I thought he was bold enough to be too bold for his age.

When Wang-sam ran to the village, the painter began to look at the patient’s condition again.

‘If it was a hospital, I would have been anesthetized, notified, and tidied up while taking vitals… How do I do this?’

I pictured in my head what I would have done in this situation if I had been the Chief of Surgery.

It reminded me of the time when a patient with a torn stomach and internal organs leaked from a car accident came to the hospital, and was taken to the operating room for examination and surgery at the same time.

‘Let’s take a look at the stomach first…’

He paused.

After determining what he had to do and the direction, the fireman stretched out his hand toward the patient’s stomach.

But for some reason, his hand did not move.

why?

Could it be that you are not confident?

‘Oh fuck. Son…. It’s not the time to hesitate. that people die Have confidence. You’re no good surgeon… but you’ve been doing this for ten years.’

If you add all the years from the military to the military surgeon, it is more than 10 years in medicine alone. I want to use all that experience.

The painter gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Whoa!

I took a deep breath and opened the cleft in my stomach slightly. The inside of the stomach was exposed through the intestines.

“Krurrureuk …..”

The patient, who had been holding up well until now, passed out with bloody bubbles flowing from his mouth.

‘Damn, I shouldn’t have the blood coming out of my mouth blocking my airway… I don’t have a fisherman to assist me….. I can’t see my stomach very well. Nothing works.’

The fireman put his hand inside the cracked abdomen.

If not visible, palpate by hand. I pushed my fingers through the intestines, felt the posterior wall, and felt the blood vessels.

I’ve been through this situation many times.

Although he has not personally performed cancer surgery, he has quite a bit of experience in small open surgeries such as appendicitis and hernia.

As the internal organs brushed against his fingertips, the sense of running on the front line returned little by little.

‘Hmm… the abdominal aorta and the superior endarterial artery seem to be fine. There doesn’t seem to be a problem with the surroundings…’

If the large blood vessels weren’t cut, the chances of being saved are higher.

The painter hurriedly inspected the major organs and put his hand deep into the small intestine and duodenum.

Siluk.

The fireman’s face, which was watching the captain, frowned.

‘Are you sure you were the captain? tsk shit might have spread in the stomach.’

When I brought my nose closer, I smelled a thick, disgusting smell beyond the bloody smell.

Poop outside the large intestine is, in a word, a mass of germs. If not removed quickly, it can kill a person in an instant.

‘Let’s get rid of the accumulated blood first.’

The fireman laid the man’s body on its side, tore off the clothes to absorb the blood, and then took it out and wringed it out repeatedly.

“Bocchan, Bocchan!”

After a while, Wang Sam, who had gone to draw water, appeared with a few village women.

In the hands of the women, there were large wooden barrels or leather bags filled with water, and in the hands of Wang Sam, there was a needle and thread.

“I brought the needle, thread and water you said.”

“great job. And get me some cotton. With a clean one!”

“What about cotton?”

“Because you are in a hurry. Come on.”

“yes yes.”

The painter took the needle and thread and gave a slightly puzzled look.

‘Oh no!’

I wasn’t expecting a surgical needle, but I was expecting a rather thin and sharp needle.

However, the needle was much thicker than expected and the thread was not suitable for stitching the intestines.

‘I can’t sew the colon with a needle this thick…’

There were stones around, but there was no time to sharpen the needle.

‘It’s made with twisted threads, so it’s crazy.’

If organs were sewn up with twisted threads, the threads could later become a breeding ground for bacteria.

For this reason, modern medicine uses synthetic sutures that do not have the risk of bacterial propagation when stitching the intestines.

The painter hurriedly looked for something that could be used as a suture, but unfortunately there was none.

‘If time delays, this patient will die without doing anything. Let’s just use this needle and thread.’

The fireman sighed in pity and stitched the man’s captain as carefully as possible.

Puffy…..

But no matter how careful I was, when the thick needle pierced my large intestine and left a large scar, I felt nauseous.

‘Damn it, this is not what saved me even if I saved it. Even if he wakes up, he won’t live long and die.’

The fireman wanted to throw away the needle right away, but since he was really doing nothing and watching people die, he continued to play with his hands, crying and eating mustard.

‘You crazy angel, if you resurrected me from this mess, you wouldn’t have to give me at least a surgical tool. what’s this? What is this?’

While the fireman grumbled at the sky, the women who brought water were sobbing as they saw men lying dead or wounded.

Older women called their children by name and cried, younger women called their husbands by name, and young children who came running later shouted for their father, and the whole area was filled with wails.

ha! What should I do with this…..

The painter felt a bit of guilt along with a heartbreaking grief.

‘Because I ran away, a group of bandits attacked this village.’

Of course, it’s not ‘me’, but ‘fireman’.

My heart was heavy, but my hands did not stop.

A lot of contents had escaped through the wound in the large intestine, and the large intestine and small intestine were much thinner and wrinkled than before.

In this state, even if the intestines are put into the stomach, the pressure is low and they do not flow out again.

The fireman turned his head and looked at the weeping woman holding the body of the dead man.

“I’ll use some water for you, ma’am.”

“Hehehe…”

The woman didn’t answer and just cried.

The fireman hurriedly poured water over the man’s belly to wash away the blood and inspected the wounds.

Fortunately, there were no other wounds.

The fireman washed the cloth he had wiped the blood off with water to clean it, and then wiped the remaining blood, water, and filth from the man’s stomach. I rinsed thoroughly with a slow spray of water, and soon the abdominal cavity was clear.

‘This is supposed to be done with physiological saline or at least boiled water… but now I can’t help it. I can only hope that this water is as clean as possible.’

After wiping off the blood, I thought that this was enough, so I hurriedly inserted the intestines and rolled up the oozing (exudate that comes out when the wound was sutured) or a piece of incision like a cigarette butt so that the remaining blood could seep out. made and planted

‘Two will do.’

The painter carefully sewed the peritoneum and fascia, and finally sewed the skin.

Took.

By the time the skin was almost finished, the needle could not hold and broke.

‘Ha~. I said I was careful not to break it, but damn. Today is a very bad day.’

The skin was not stitched well by the broken needle, but I stabbed the flesh with a stick and stitched it up.

It was difficult to say ‘well’, but it took quite a bit of shape.

‘Whoa… I did, but I don’t know if I did it well or not. No antibiotics, no blood transfusions. Can this person live? I don’t have painkillers, so it’ll hurt more than dying…’

I shook my head.

Anyway, I did my best in the current situation, and now the only thing left is for the patient to survive on his own and overcome all the aftereffects.

“Hey honey!”

While the fireman was tilting the man’s neck back to secure his airway and remove foreign objects inside, a middle-aged woman came running with her child on her back.

The middle-aged woman immediately grabbed the man whom the fireman had cured and cried out.

“I see you are my husband.”

“yes. Hehehe…..”

“I did treat it, but you’ll have to be very lucky to survive.”

“yes?”

When the painter pointed his finger at the sewn abdomen, the weeping woman’s eyes widened.

The husband was lying on the floor covered in blood, so of course I knew he was dead.

However, when I followed the stranger’s finger and turned my eyes, I saw the stitch marks, and my husband, though unconscious, was breathing quietly.

“Ho, are you a sheep doctor?”

Western medicine is a doctor who treats boils and wounds. In this era, besides sheep medicine, food medicine (doctors who do dietary therapy), vaginal doctors (doctors who treat diseases), veterinary doctors (doctors who treat animals), and medical doctors Medicine was subdivided to such an extent that there were even shamans who treated diseases.

Of course, it was still in the development stage, so the level was not high, but the level of removing boils with a knife and applying plaster was often encountered even in mountain villages.

The painter nodded roughly at the woman’s question.

“I am the one who studied your medicine. There is a wick on either side of where I sewed it up so that any blood or sap left in the stomach can seep out. If the pustule comes out for more than 3 days, you will die. If thin blood comes out within 3 days, you are alive. If the thin blood becomes clear like liquid, disinfect for about 10 days. ?”

The painter was suddenly speechless after a long explanation.

‘ah! there is alcohol By the way, is there a distillery? what could be Because there is a record that Emperor Wu of the Former Han drank Baekju called Maotai and admired it. It is impossible not to be a later Korean now. Let’s ask them to sterilize it with distilled spirits.’

The fireman told me what he was thinking and then looked around.

Many were still sick and dying.

But the needle was also broken, and even if there was another needle, there was little he could do.

The so-called golden time, the time limit in which most patients can save their lives, has passed since so much time has passed while operating on one person.

‘What have I done? There are so many people dying, why were you holding on to just one? I should have just given first aid. Then I could have saved a few more people…’

Han Jin-soo, who had been resurrected from a fireman’s body, felt dizzy as if he had been hit in the head with a hammer.

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