Episode 147. Craniotomy (2)
“Yes, even at a glance, I can see that he is a great master. By the way… Curham But why are you treating the remnants of the Yellow Turbans?”
No matter how you look at it, Jojo asked what he was curious about because the people being treated were not soldiers.
The painter put on a puzzled expression.
“The remnants of the Yellow Turbans? There is no one like that here.”
“I am talking about those you are treating. Aren’t they the remnants of the Yellow Turbans?”
Jojo’s tone grew stronger.
Jojo was a fairly upright person, and the painter was well aware that he was not the kind of person who would be treated as wrong if he treated what was right as wrong.
“Brother, there are no remnants of the Yellow Turbans here. They are just people caught up in war.”
“Are you flirting with me now?”
Jojo slightly opened his eyes, and the painter nodded quietly.
“Your brother may be right. There may be remnants of the Yellow Turbans. I just ordered that anyone who was injured be brought in. The job of a doctor is to save people, so I treated anyone who was abandoned on the battlefield. So there may be remnants of the Yellow Turbans in the two. But there are many more who do not.”
After catching his breath for a moment, the fireman raised his hand and pointed at the wounded people lying all over the tent.
“Actually, as you know, there are more people who were beaten and robbed of their grain than the remnants of the Yellow Turbans. There are many people who were raped by the soldiers in the back side.”
Jojo’s face blushed involuntarily at the fireman’s calm words.
His own soldiers seldom plundered houses or raped women, but he knew very well that there were many of them among Dong Zhuo’s soldiers.
It was just that Dong Zhuo was a commander higher than himself, so he pretended not to know about it even though he knew about it.
“I have also heard that some ignorant soldiers are ruthless against civilians on the battlefield. When the subjugation is over, those people will be severely punished.”
“Don’t do it later, go back today and weed out those people and punish them severely. They are exploited, raped, and killed… the people are so pitiful that it’s hard to even open their eyes.”
Jojo, unable to meet his eyes, slightly turned his head, as if the fireman’s words had hit the mark.
“Ah got it. Don’t take the discipline as I return. Oh, come to think of it, In-i came with me too… Say hello to In-a-boo as you will be seeing her for the first time in a while.”
Cao Cao, remembering that his cousin Cao In was mingling with the generals, hurriedly turned around.
Before Jojo could finish his words, he took off his helmet and pretended to know the fireman.
“Booya, it’s been a while.”
“uh! This is my brother. Did your older brother participate in the war too?”
“Yeah, brother Jo asked for help, so we all came up this time.”
“If it’s all…”
The fireman looked at the other generals around Jo In. For some reason, I saw people who had a similar face to Jojo, but were much bigger and gave off an eerie spirit.
“Have you seen Hongi-hyung at home before?”
“It’s been a while. stoker.”
When another one took off his helmet, the fireman recognized him as Jo Hong, Jo In’s older brother.
“Ah yes. He was Hong’s older brother. See you in a long time.”
After greeting Cao Hong, the painter also greeted the brothers Ha Hu-yeon, Ha Ho-don, and former Ak-jin with the introduction of Cao In.
‘Somehow, the spirits they gave off were unusual yet familiar… It must have been because everyone was familiar with the Seonin Ki-kyung.’
The painter smiled bitterly inwardly as he greeted Jojo’s relatives and younger brothers.
All of them are great generals who will make a mark in history later.
Turning my head slightly, I saw the relatively intimidated executioners.
There were obviously some great talents, but all of them were dead except for Janggoe.
“Wow~.”
Suddenly, one of the troopers vomited and began to stumble.
Not only the fireman, but also Cao Cao’s gaze was directed at the cavalryman, and the other cavalryman next to the cavalryman hurriedly supported him.
“Are you feeling unwell again?”
“Uh uh uh uh… My head feels like it’s going to break. Wow…”
The fireman hurriedly approached the cavalryman and asked a fellow cavalryman while helping the patient.
“Have you had these symptoms before?”
The cavalryman who was supporting him looked at the fireman and Jojo in turn, then nodded and opened his mouth.
“Yesterday I fell off my horse and hit my head on the floor, and since then I have been vomiting like this every now and again and have been complaining of headaches.”
“Did you receive treatment from the doctor?”
When the imperial army goes on a campaign, of course, the court physicians are also mobilized. For this reason, there were many poets in Junggun, where Jojo belonged.
“yes. I got better with acupuncture and a compress… but suddenly I feel like this again.”
The painter hurriedly scattered the patient’s hair and examined the scalp.
I could see bruises that weren’t visible because of the hair.
‘There are no blood marks on the fallen horse. It must have been quite a shock…’
I was suspicious of what is often called a cerebral hemorrhage (subdural hematoma).
When I looked at the traces of acupuncture points that the city doctors had placed, most of them were places that lowered blood pressure.
‘Since the soldier who should have been left to rest was brought to the mountain, his blood pressure increased and the amount of blood loss increased.’
The painter guessed how the general situation had progressed and the disease had worsened.
I hurriedly exercised my clairvoyance and examined the inside of the patient’s head.
Unfortunately, the blood pooled inside the skull, not the scalp, and it was visible that the brain was being pushed out.
‘also!’
Suspicion confirmed.
During that brief moment the scavenger watched, the cavalryman had trouble breathing, his pupils dilated and his eyes losing focus.
“Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”
Jojo also made a worried expression when he saw the painter who came to the side and looked after the patient.
“You said you hurt your head yesterday, but it looks like a blood vessel in your head burst.”
“A blood vessel burst in my head? So, is Chungchu dying?”
Jojo also knew that many of his cavalrymen showed these symptoms after falling off horses and suddenly became hemiplegic or died in severe cases.
Not only cavalrymen, but also many soldiers died after suffering a similar aftereffect after a head injury.
“As the blood vessels burst, the pressure rises and presses on the brain, and if you drain that blood, you can live.”
The painter gritted his teeth slightly after speaking.
Neurosurgery is not my area of expertise. But I knew how to do it, so I couldn’t do it.
“You can live? Then hurry up and bleed to live.”
stop.
The painter looked at Jojo with a strange expression for a moment.
“Why?”
“Oh no. The skull on the head needs to be opened to drain the blood… is that okay?”
“huh? open the skull? Could it be that the bleeding in the head meant the inside of the skull?”
“yes.”
“If you open the skull… won’t a person die? I don’t think it can compare to opening a person’s stomach.”
Jojo, who was excited by the fact that he could live, put on a slightly puzzled expression.
“Permission is required. If left as it is, this person will die. Opening the skull does not guarantee that you will live, but the possibility is high.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to let them die in silence than to open their heads only to see the possibility?”
“It’s not about letting them die, it’s about letting them die.”
Jojo couldn’t answer easily and began to struggle.
I know that the painter has performed uncommon surgeries and saved many people, but the hair… If a person has a spirit, the place where that spirit dwells is the head.
you open that head?
It was so terrifying that I couldn’t even imagine it.
“Can you really save it?”
“I can’t guarantee it… but it’s the only way this person can live now.”
Jojo looked at the fireman’s eyes for a long time and then looked at the subordinate who had lost his mind before he knew it.
So far, most of those who have had such symptoms have died.
“good night. If that is the only way, open your head.”
“Okay…”
“No. Do you open your head? Jeongchu got better after being spit on like this yesterday. So don’t open your head and let go of your spittle.”
At that time, the soldier who first helped Jeongchu wrapped up the fallen Jeongchu in fright and pushed the fireman away.
When that soldier did so, the other soldiers were agitated, and the generals, including Xia Huyeon, expressed concern.
“Joe prayer committee. I think it would be better to go back quickly and be treated by a doctor.”
It was Ha Hu-yeon who spoke.
He already knew the fireman’s reputation, but he couldn’t believe that he had to open his head.
Moreover, hadn’t Shi’i already improved the condition once?
When Xia Huyun said that, most of the soldiers nodded.
Cao Cao frowned slightly as he looked at Ha Hu-yeon and other relatives.
“Are you saying that when you know that a fireman’s medical skills are superior to those of poets?”
“I have also heard of Congressman Hwa’s reputation. But until now, I have never heard of any doctor opening a person’s head and treating it.”
“I’ve never even heard of it. But doesn’t Hwabu or Hwata say that only then can you live? Do you want Cheng Chu to die like this?”
Cao Cao deliberately mentioned the title of Hwata.
“But hasn’t the doctor already cured him and improved his condition? So…”
“If things got better, Jeong-chu shouldn’t have collapsed like this again and lost consciousness. How can I say that I have cured this?”
“…..”
“Boa, I will ask you one last time. Is there really no way to save life other than opening the head?”
“yes.”
“I get it. Then open Jeongchu’s head.”
“All right.”
Even though the fireman nodded, this time Ha Huyeon and other generals did not object.
Hwabu closed his eyes for a while after seeing those generals, soldiers, and Jojo.
‘Come to think of it, the history books of the future say that I told my brother Jo that he had to undergo craniotomy and was killed…’
The target of the craniotomy was, of course, Jojo himself, not the soldier.
The painter opened his eyes and looked at Jojo.
“Brother Joe.”
“Why?”
“Brother, please observe when I operate.”
The painter felt the need to ease the burden of the craniotomy in advance, based on Jojo’s perception.
Of course, at that time in the future, he intends to go to a distant place where Jojo can’t find him, but he still doesn’t know how history will go.
If you show it once when the opportunity comes, wouldn’t it be possible that the perception will change later? The fireman thought so.
“Observe! How can you observe me, who is unfamiliar with medical science? Is there any special reason?”
“Since both the commander and the soldiers are concerned, brother, look at my surgery and make your decision.”
“I get it. I will.”
Jojo nodded his head, thinking that the mental burden of the fireman would be lessened if he observed.
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