Rise of Rurik

The ten Slavic maids in Rurik are now all beautiful girls. They appear as the "tax collectors" of the prince during the tax season after the autumn harvest. They are priests on festivals. is also involved in labor. One of their identities is priesthood, and it makes sense to serve as doctors.

Ordinary bruises and injuries people endure it for a while. It is said that wiping flammable spirits on the wound can prevent fever, and the injured can buy alcohol and treat themselves.

Only with extremely severe trauma did they ask for the priest's help.

Therefore, the maids of Rurik also sent people to accompany the army in every war. When the battle broke out, they were organized into the flag shooting team with crossbows. After the battle, they turned into surgeons.

It was rare that a reckless man with an arrow in the abdomen was sent to the house next to the small temple in Novgorod. Rurik easily assembled two maids and gave them the order: "Anna, Bella. You two give this The Pecheneg was healed, and I guess he had his intestines pierced and stitched it up."

After the operation, the two girls were no strangers to it.

They and other sisters are the prince's wives and concubines, and they are the closest students. They have all been clear about the location of the internal organs and the general functions of the human body.

But they are not "Nordic little flat magpies", and even if they perform surgical operations, the methods can still be described as violent and crude.

The premises were closed and the open windows closed. The house was warmed and bright by the dense oil lamps. The two girls were holding sharp knives and specially used steel needles imported from the East that were handed down from the duchy. The wounded, who were already drunk and unconscious, began to operate savagely.

At least they did some necessary cleaning. If there are no rubber gloves for surgery, wash your hands with soap and water, and then wash your hands with strong alcohol and air dry. The tools used were also boiled in boiling water.

The two women also put on white robes, although they thought it was strange, since it was the prince's order, the simple mask covering the mouth must also be firmly covered.

After the wounded was drunk, the clothes near the wound had been cut off, and the wounded arrow had long been pulled out.

The wound is a hole, obviously gouged out by the armor-piercing arrow. Thanks to the arrow in the stomach, if it were in the chest, the person would have died long ago.

The two women further cut the skin and flesh along the wound that had stopped bleeding on their own, turned out the bright red intestines, and found the damaged small intestine full of blood congestion. Stitch it with twine.

The original small hole of the wound was cut off by a sharp knife to cut off some blood-rich tissue,

Then a "centipede" is created on the belly of the injured person with steel needles and twine.

There is no medicine similar to the gold sore medicine in the Principality of Ross, and even doing such a surgical operation of laparotomy is a challenge that cannot guarantee the success rate.

The two women subjectively hoped that the injured person would get better. In the end, they wiped the "centipede" on their belly with strong alcohol, then put a layer of honey on them, and finally wrapped a white cloth around the injured person's waist. This is all they can do temporarily, and the rest can only rely on God...

They had performed a strange surgical operation, and if they had not been educated about the structure of the human body, they would have been helpless.

The two exhausted women pushed open the wooden door and faced a group of Pecheneg people who were waiting anxiously outside the door.

Kagan paced up nervously: "How is he? Dead? Or alive?"

The two women were so frightened that they backed away one after another. Of course, the scarlet blood on their white clothes also caused Kagan to panic.

Rurik maintained the greatest concentration and signaled Kagan not to embarrass his woman: "Anna and Bella have done their best. Brother Kagan, it seems that the rest can only hope for the grace of God."

"Your god?"

"Exactly. Our Odin!" Rurik walked with firm steps. "Kagan, go in and see your relatives."

In the bright room, a pair of eyes stared curiously and pitifully at the wounded who was still in a drowsy sleep. His stomach was wrapped in a whole layer of sackcloth, and the air was filled with a faint odor, aroma and wine smell. surprised.

On the other hand, Rurik also communicated with the two wives and concubines. Regarding the operation of cutting the intestines, nesting and suturing, it was a surprise and a worry.

The two women longed for the prince's praise, they were their own women, Rurik reached out his hand subconsciously, pinched their cheeks, and verbally declared that they had done a good job.

They shook their heads lightly and looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

"Go down and have a rest, remember to write down your experience of today's work." Rurik continued to instruct.

"Yes." The two women said in unison.

If there is a problem with the operation, the injured person has died due to heavy bleeding, obviously the situation is very good now.

Performing surgery is like the processing workshop of a meat joint factory in the world. The surgeon is like a butcher, and the patients who are treated are wailing in extreme pain. Even so, a high cure rate cannot be guaranteed.

It was a Scotsman named Robert Liston who invented the profession of surgery in the early nineteenth century and invented tools such as the lancet and the hemostat.

It was a forerunner of the modern surgical industry, but in an era without painkillers, patients still had to endure pain and were at great risk of post-operative infection. As for the latter, it is not something that Dr. Liston can solve.

It was Florence Nightingale, a pioneer in the medical care industry, who integrated a set of clean and hygienic nursing techniques. With the popularization of medical masks and the use of anesthetics containing nitrogen compounds, surgery was completed with the "Human Meat Joint Factory". .

Of course, the Rus duchy under the rule of Rurik didn't have to take a lot of detours that his predecessors had taken. Relying on the existing conditions, he tried to replicate the surgical operations he had seen and understood as much as possible!

The wounded soldiers on the battlefield are all subjects of the experiment, and the treatment of people's bruises on weekdays can also improve the doctor's skills. A surgical team in the Principality is the most hated for not having any subjects for surgery. "It needs to be written as a case record.

"You all avoid it for now. Kagan, your relatives need to rest." Rurik clearly stated.

"He seems to have passed out, is the alcohol power not dissipated?" Kagan was still anxious and curious.

"Exactly."

"What's next for him? When can he get up again? When can he ride again?"

"As I said, the rest depends on whether God grants grace or not. You all know that this man recklessly showed his arrow with his body, and he was determined to die. In the end, death is destiny. Our Odin blessing, I don't want to kill him, maybe Odin will be merciful." Kagan believed Rurik's high-sounding words, and Kagan didn't rely on it any more, and greeted his brothers with interest to retire.

In the end, only Rurik and Kagan were left in the operating room.

"What else will my family experience?"

"He will be well cared for and will be given honey water for many days. In his case, only honey water will be available until..."

"How?" Kagan asked.

"In a few days, I will stab in the stomach again."

"Ah?" Kagan, who had been able to understand the situation and was emotionally stable, stopped in Bengbu: "Why is this? If my subordinates get another knife, wouldn't they suffer again?"

"No way." Rurik shrugged: "The twine that sewed his intestines will be taken out after the intestines heal, or he will still die of fever. You don't have to worry about this. If God sends grace, then when you When returning home in the spring, this reckless and pitiful fellow can still accompany you on horseback as your bodyguard."

How does Kagan know about the structure of the human internal organs? He knew where the human heart was, just because it was the key point of any soldier, to shoot the enemy, aim at the heart and shoot. As for the intestines and so on, there are only vague concepts.

Afterwards, the wounded were sent to the quiet and warm hut. These Pecheneg soldiers were tied to the bed by cables. Once the so-called drinking strength passed, the poor wounded would fall into the pain of the wound. It is a last resort.

In the middle of the night, people with sensitive ears heard mourning.

An anecdote spread like wildfire. The so-called loyal wife and concubine of the prince performed a sharp operation on a foreign horseman. The internal organs of the wounded were all turned over.

When Rurik learned the bizarre news, he had no choice but to post a notice on the notice board in Novgorod Town Square. It was a printed document, and the same text was pasted in some other open-view corner of the city.

The content of the document is full of easy-to-understand words, the so-called identity of the injured person, the cause of the injury, what kind of surgery was performed, and the current situation of the injured person. It seems that only in this way can this so-called urban legend be suppressed.

But what Rurik didn't know was that without hesitation, this incident became a ghost story for some parents to frighten their children. The parents of the children still do not want their cubs to freeze to death by accident. After all, there are no beasts in the city, only the nighttime cold wind that is more ferocious than the beasts.

The mourning of the wounded continued for about a day, and the poor wounded could only drink honey water to continue their lives. The good news is that the mortal fever that everyone was terrified of did not find this poor man. In Kagan's view, it was indeed a favor from the gods of the Rus people.

Of course, Kagan was not a simple fool to leave anything to God. He could see that the medical skills of the Principality of Ross had reached a high level.

On the grasslands, the casualties of war are not only reflected in the fighting on the battlefield. Many injured people flee temporarily and die of fever afterwards.

Prince Ross clearly mastered a means of fighting fever. If Pecheneg also mastered this technology, many brave warriors could avoid death.

He wanted to ask why, and even made psychological preparations, the so-called use of money and horses to buy this technology.

Right now there is an opportunity!

Because the festival of Hanukkah of the Rus is coming, the prince of Rus has revealed a wonderful plan, so-called bringing the newly trained cavalry troops to their "king city tent" New Rose Fort to patrol and participate in their grandest event.

How can a Rus event not be a Pecheneg event?

"If I take the opportunity to congratulate your event and join it again, you will thank me..."

Kagan thought so, and decided to visit Prince Ross himself.

In the quiet secret room, Rurik personally met his steppe brother. He thought that there was a secret event, and that was the reason why he became a god.

The oil lamp was lit, and the two sat on leather cushions and looked at each other.

"Tell me! It must be your family's problem? The situation has been very good in the past few days. After a while, the second round of surgery can be performed. After another month, he will recover as usual."

Kagan sighed lightly: "It is indeed related to this matter. Rurik brothers, there is only one thing I don't know."

"Speaking."

"What methods have you used to fight the fever?"

"Of course it's the grace of God," Rurik said, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing the untruth of his words.

"You're entertaining me. You must have a technique, I know. I...want to learn."

"You want to learn? Why?"

Kagan simply slapped his thigh, and then slapped his heart with a heart-to-heart expression: "I tell the truth, we Pecheneg are surrounded by powerful khanates, our warriors are very precious, and we have encountered many wars. Many Soldiers are wounded and die afterwards. Many of my fighters could live if you taught me how to fight fever."

The words were a little unexpected, and Rurik thought about it carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became. Thinking about it again, his attitude towards Kagan has changed a bit.

Thinking about the importance this person attaches to the injured slave family, does this person really love his soldiers? Not only that, he clearly loves his power more, or the stability of his power is based on the support of a large-scale army.

"You want to learn? It's not easy to learn. If you only know the basics, I can tell you right now. But you need to buy a lot of money to fight fever."

"What is the medicine?"

"It's the flaming liquor you've drunk!"

The two sides have a huge geographical level, and now they are in a substantial ally relationship. Ross is greedy for Pecheneg's good horse, so it is important to deepen each other's friendship.

The so-called fever is scurvy, the rotting wounds discharge pus, the dirt enters the blood, and the circulatory system supplies the dirt to the whole body, causing systemic necrosis. It wasn't until the invention of the microscope that people realized that it was bacteria, and that rotting and dissolving somatic cells produced venom that threatened the body. With the right medicine, scurvy can be easily cured.

The principle is to debride the wound, cut off the carrion, wash the medicament, sew the wound up, and even use a little magical white medicine to speed up self-healing, and even the more magical biological protein glue will stick on it.

The use of high-level vodka alone made the Russ almost defeat the scurvy of the wounded soldiers. This made the soldiers of the principality fearless in battle, because they could treat ordinary wounds in the principality, and only fatal wounds were powerless. This was most vividly demonstrated in the two major battles against Karelia, where the minor wounds were treated and no one died from the fever.

There are some invisible worms floating in the air, and the dirt, especially the feces, has the most such worms. The skin can isolate this vicious worm, but when there is a wound, the worm is like a pack of wolves gnawing at meat, and finally kills a person. The only solution is to wipe it with strong alcohol...

When Kagan heard this theory, he basically believed it. He wanted to buy spirits, and when he heard the price, he immediately persuaded.

To tell the truth, flammable spirits are not good for a hot throat, but the fun of drinking lies in the trance after being drunk, a person will feel out of body, or enter a state of confusion that he only feels in childhood, or even Feel chatting with the gods.

"Isn't it good for ordinary wine? Nor is it good for kumiss?"

"No. Unless you can make flammable wine, not only will it not heal the wounds, but the wounded will die early."

"I..." Kagan gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "I'll buy it!"

Since the other party wanted to buy it, Rurik was willing to sell it. Because when selling spirits, they will also be sold together with glass bottles. Distilled spirits have become much cheaper because of the high yield of food. The price of spirits is mainly reflected in the glass bottles. Rurik sells three bottles of spirits at the friendly price of two pounds of silver, and Kagan orders fifteen bottles directly this time!

"How do I get it? I want it now!"

Rurik shrugged: "Not for now, but if you're willing to go to New Roseburg with me, you can get it on the spot. After all, I set up a winery in my royal city."

"That's what I meant! You're going to New Roseburg on horseback, to your Hanukkah festival. It's a big event! I'm entitled to it."

"Oh? I'm very welcome. You are foreign travelers. You can see our festivals, the frozen sea in the north, and the sun on the ice."

"Very good." Kagan laughed out loud: "To be honest, your Hanukkah is also our Karakin Festival."

"What is that? It's also a grand sacrifice?"

"Sacrificing to the sun, sacrificing a warm new life. I will eat together, eat barbecue and drink kumiss, I can dance, and I can play the kobusiqin (similar to the guitar). Priests will worship gods, and men and women will marry."

"Sounds good. Wait a minute, do you still have some instruments?" Rurik became curious at the same time as he was alert.

"Kuobusiqin, plucked. Neydi, blown." Kagan said while making movements with both hands, but unfortunately he didn't bring it with him on this trip.

Rurik had regrets, but the purchase of Pecheneg musical instruments was also included in the plan.

"We're about to go," Rurik sighed hopefully. "If you're interested, get ready. It's going to be a long journey, and we'll be on glaciers and lakes. You don't have to worry about the horse's fodder. , I'll be ready."

"Ah? Brother, you will spend a lot."

"What's the difficulty, it's my honor for you to participate in our festival. Besides..."

"how?"

"I see that only a few of all the horses have iron shoes, which is not good. It doesn't matter. When I get to New Roseburg, I will nail all the horses with steel shoes. You can enjoy this treasure as long as you bring someone with you."

"I can?" Kagan was overjoyed.

"Of course, we are brothers, and our two countries are allies."