Chapter 106 Stitched Wounds Like Sewing Clothes
Several doctors nodded in understanding, taking note of Henry's point about the young man losing a pound of blood, which could be life-threatening, and labeling it as a quote from Henry.
In the future, when they were teaching apprentices, they would say, "Henry once said that losing a pound of blood could be life-threatening, so you must remember that Henry was very strict in his instructions..."
Henry was unaware of the thoughts of the others, but if he knew, he would be even more pleased. This was exactly what he wanted.
Charles lay on the elevated bed, extending his dirty arm. He was a bit nervous. He would be the first person in this era to receive a blood transfusion.
"Use this alcohol to clean both of their arms," Henry instructed.
Looking at their dirty arms, Henry took out two bottles of disinfectant alcohol from the first aid kit and handed them to the doctors. He didn't want the patients to be saved, only to die later from a bacterial infection.
He decided to bring out the high-proof alcohol, especially the alcohol, which was an important material commonly used for wound cleaning, disinfection, and sterilization.
And alcohol could fetch a good price. The nobles liked it very much. As long as it was well packaged, those wealthy nobles would probably be willing to spend several gold coins to buy it.
After the doctors finished cleaning the two men's arms, Henry took two rubber tubes from the first aid kit and tied them around their arms. He then pointed at the veins that had become visible due to the lack of blood circulation and began to explain.
"This method can help us quickly locate the blood vessels in the human body, especially in people with thick skin and flesh, where this method is needed."
The doctors nodded repeatedly, recording swiftly on the parchment.
Henry then took out two rubber tubes with needles at both ends from the first aid kit. These were the transfusion tools. He found a vein on Charles's arm and inserted the needle.
After the blood slowly flowed out from the other end of the tube and the air was squeezed out, he then inserted the needle into Emerson's arm. Watching the blood flow slowly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Under no circumstances should air enter the human blood vessels, as it can take a person's life at any moment." Henry earnestly cautioned.
"Yes!" The inexperienced doctors nodded vigorously.
This primitive method of blood transfusion had its risks. The success rate depended on fate.
Henry checked Emerson's condition and found that there was a slight improvement in his complexion.
"Currently, the top priority is to address the injuries," Henry stated as he sanitized his hands with alcohol to prevent the transfer of bacteria to the wounds.
Henry took scissors and cut the bandages wrapped around Emerson's wound and said seriously, "Next time, when bandaging a wound, use a clean bandage that has been boiled in hot water and dried."
"Yes!" The inexperienced doctors responded in unison.
Henry breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the wound on Emerson's abdomen. It was the type of laceration caused by being scratched by a buffalo's horn rather than a puncture.
Lacerated wounds were relatively easy to handle. As long as they were sutured with a needle and thread and then applied with ointment, in a month or two, they would heal.
However, upon seeing the still-bleeding wound, the onlookers expressed sorrow. Such a large wound seemed impossible to save.
Many of those present were former hunters, and some had lost companions to wounds like these, bleeding to death right before their eyes.
Henry quickly took out needles and catgut from the first aid kit, and after disinfecting them in alcohol, he promptly sewed up Emerson's wound, just like sewing clothes, stitching into the flesh and then pulling it out.
No one had expected this scene; they all stared with wide eyes, looking at Henry's hand sewing the flesh; when could a person's wound be sewn with a needle and thread?
This scene scared several people, especially the inexperienced doctors, who felt their scalps tingle, and their mouths open, trying to breathe.
Mila took a step forward, wanting to say, let her do it, but when she saw Henry's serious face, she paused, her blue eyes filled with pride.
"For such a large wound, it must be sutured with a needle and thread so as not to bleed too much, and the wound will heal faster."
"The needle must be disinfected; as for the thread, you need to use sheep guts. After peeling them off and drying them in the sun, soak them in alcohol before use; make sure to use high-concentration alcohol. I will bring some for you later."
Henry focused on suturing the wound. He had tried it with beef on Earth; after all, he was curious after watching TV, so he tried to sew it with beef.
But now, Henry's heart was still a little nervous. After all, a person's wound is not beef. Unexpectedly a little nervous, Mila took her own sleeve and gently wiped the sweat from Henry's forehead.
"Henry, why use sheep guts as a thread?" A doctor asked nervously.
"Because the human body can absorb the thread made of sheep guts, and if it is not absorbed, it will fall off on its own, saving the pain of removing the stitches," Henry replied without lifting his head.
"Okay!"
The inexperienced doctors, once again, hurriedly wrote down every detail. Each person had several scrolls of parchment in their hands, meticulously documenting every move Henry made.
Henry let out a breath of relief, finally finishing the stitches. Surveying his handiwork, the wound resembled a centipede, he nodded in satisfaction. It was not in vain that he had tested it with beef.
"After sewing it up, apply medicinal powder and wrap it with a clean cloth. Remember to change the dressing frequently and ensure the patient rests quietly."
Henry applied the medicinal powder, wrapped it with a bandage, and then placed a few anti-inflammatory pills into Emerson's mouth.
Then, amidst the stunned gazes of the onlookers, Henry clapped his hands and stretched lazily. He never expected to play the role of a doctor today, performing the first surgical operation of this era.
"Sir, is this all?" Charles' eyes darted around.
"Yes!"
Henry estimated that Charles had lost about 500 milliliters of blood, so he removed the transfusion tube and patted Charles on the back. "You're good to go!"
Charles, bewildered, got up. He felt as if nothing had happened and now felt capable of taking on several people at once.
"If Emerson sweats profusely tonight or has a fever, feed him these pills. Once he gets through tonight, he'll be fine."
Henry handed the doctor several anti-inflammatory pills and solemnly instructed, "Under no circumstances should he scratch the wound."
"Yes, sir!"
The inexperienced doctors promptly bowed in respect.
