Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

"Ding! The system task of beheading the enemies in the camp or driving them out of the buffer zone has been completed. The system rewards the basic Dou Qi tactics and the information on the two elves, and has been issued!"

"Ding! Two heroic guards were wounded fighting for you. As a lord, you must do something!"

"System side mission: Rescue two seriously wounded and let them recover!"

"Mission reward: There is an early warning of a possible crisis in the territory!"

At this moment, the voice of the system also sounded in Narant's mind.

"A warning of a possible crisis? This reward is not bad!" It was a vain task again, and Narant was very happy.

It is certain to treat the wounded. Although he can't guarantee 100% that he can save the two subordinates, he will not give up easily.

So Narant looked at Quick with a serious face: "No, Quick! I will not give up any of you easily, I still want to give it a try!"

The world has very limited means of dealing with sword injuries, especially for ordinary civilians.

In addition to tying the wound with cloth strips and herbs, there is only one primitive method for large-scale wounds, which is to directly scald the wound with a soldering iron. This method was also very popular in Europe in the previous life.

Of course, when the wound is large to a certain extent, this method will not help, and in this case, the injured basically has only one way to die.

However, for Narant, a traverser, there are actually more effective ways to stop the bleeding and cause less damage to the wounded.

"Quick, go look for needles and threads right now, by the way, and quickly boil some pots of boiling water for me! Put the needles and threads in to cook at the same time!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Hearing that his lord still insisted, Quick did not persuade him any more, but moved his lord's heart towards the guards, so he immediately took the guards to do what Narant had instructed.

It didn't take long for Quick to return again.

"My lord, the boiling water is already being fired, and the thin thread has been found, but... there are no needles in the camp!"

As a camp, water and iron pots are naturally available, and the thread can also be removed from the clothes, but Quick and the guards searched for the needle for a long time, but could not find it.

"Grass!" Narant, who heard the words, could not help but scolded, the two seriously injured guards at this juncture could not wait to return to the castle.

"My lord, I have a thin needle here!" At this moment, Vivian's voice came.

After the battle, Vivian went to the camp to pick up Shirley according to Narant's instructions. At this time, she heard the conversation and ran over immediately.

"You have? Great!" When he heard Vivian's words, Narant immediately exclaimed with joy.

Then Vivienne came to him, digging out on her fair neck, and a small pendant was pulled out.

This is a slender small piece of porcelain, the kind that is very cheap to hold perfume. The small piece of porcelain was tied around the neck by Vivian with a twine and hung as a pendant.

Boo!

Seeing that the porcelain bottle was taken down from her neck, Vivian pulled the cork and pulled out an iron needle from it.

After taking out the iron needle, Vivian was embarrassed to explain when she saw Narant's face, "My lord, this is the thin needle my mother used to teach me to sew clothes, and I have kept it since I came to Storm Collar. Go!"

"Thank you! Vivian!" Narant took the needle solemnly.

With the needle and thread, Narant immediately brought it to Quick to cook, and then ordered the other guards to carry the two seriously wounded into the house.

Although the guards didn't know what their lord wanted to do, they swiftly followed the instructions and started to move.

Soon, two guards were placed on the table in the house with wooden boards attached.

Due to excessive blood loss, the guard who was still slightly conscious was also in a coma.

"Quake, are you ready?" Although he knew that he was in a hurry, he had to wait for the water to boil, but Narant couldn't help urging.

"Sir, it will be ready soon!"

Quick has already worked hard to add materials to several fires, and at the same time let his subordinates blow the bonfire hard, making the bonfire burn even more violently.

Fortunately, after more than a minute, the first pot of boiling water finally boiled.

"Quick, take off their clothes too."

"Yes, my lord!" Several guards did not dare to neglect, and immediately removed the jacket of the wounded, and then a wound of more than ten centimeters in the abdomen was exposed.

Losing the suppression of the cloth strips, blood flowed out again.

Resisting the discomfort, Narant hurriedly started wiping the guard's wound with a boiled towel.

"Sir, do you want to come down and help!" Quick, who was cut to the side, saw this scene, and his eyes were full of strange expressions.

The nobles are all self-proclaimed noble, let alone treating the wounded by themselves, just like Narant was nervous about the wounded before, it is very rare, eh.

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!" Narant focused on wiping the guard's wound, not caring that the injury had already stained a lot of blood.

After wiping two pots of hot water in a row, he put down the cloth strip.

"Vivian, needlework!"

"Sir, here it is!" Vivienne handed Narant the needle and thread she had already worn.

The other guards were very shocked when they saw this scene.

What are you going to do, sir? Is it...

At this moment, in fact, the guards have already vaguely guessed something, after all, obvious items such as needles and threads are in the hands of adults.

The next moment, Narant really raised his hand and placed the needle directly beside the wound.

puff!

Then, in this silent wooden house, the guards saw the craziest thing in their lives.

His own adults actually sewed wounds on people's bodies like sewing clothes.

The guards never imagined that the human body could be sewn like this. Even after the battle of life and death, the guards couldn't help shivering.

In their view, this is more frightening than fighting the enemy for life and death.

The guards held their breaths and watched quietly as their adults kept waving needles and threads over the wound.

And Vivian looked at everything in front of her at a loss. She was good at sewing clothes, but she never thought that needles and threads could be used on people.

...

Narant didn't have time to pay attention to what his subordinates were thinking. At this time, there was another seriously injured guard waiting for it to be treated, so his hands were very fast, stitching stitches through the flesh on both sides of the wound and sutured it. together.

Narant was not a doctor in his previous life, and at this time he didn't care about beauty or not, he just wanted to stop the 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, unplug the other one too!" After tying a knot in the fine thread, Narant directly started to treat the next one.

"Yes... yes, my lord!"

Hearing Narant's words, the guards woke up like a dream.

"Vivian, clean the needle and re-thread a finely cooked thread!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Soon, Narant began to treat the second seriously wounded guard.

The guard was injured on the side of the waist.

Although his wound was not as deep as the previous guard's, the length of the wound was longer, directly extending from the waist to the back.

After wiping clean around the guard's wound, Narant begins stitching again.

As a few minutes passed, the wound was finally sutured. Although the thread on the wound was still crooked, his blood was stopped.

"Your majesty!" When the dead knot of the thin line was tied again, the surrounding guards finally couldn't help cheering.

Because they felt like they had witnessed a miracle, and they could never stop the bleeding from such a big wound in the past, but here, with their own adults, it was miraculously achieved by the sewing of the tailor.

"It's not the time to be happy, continue to give me needles and threads, and I will sew up the other slightly larger wounds!"

Although the most deadly wound has been stopped, in order to maximize the survival rate of the two, Narant is ready to continue stitching other wounds.

After more than ten minutes, the seven or eight wounds on the two guards were finally completely sutured, and Narant's forehead was already sweating.