Banished to Another World, Chapter 9: What it takes to save you? Comrade!

Banished-To-Another-World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   

Banished to Another World, Chapter 9: What it takes to save you? Comrade!

Translator: BookAddictzii

Proofreader: The Eunuch

It is said that wisdom is determined by how much the cerebral cortex is functioning which is in line with the size of the brain. On the third morning after Yuan Zhan’s departure, Yan Mo caressed the wooden needles, bone needles and several knives which were obviously refined from yellow and white bones that He Tu gave him. Yan Mo really wanted to cut the heads of the local indigenous people and take a look.

                                                                

He didn’t believed ancient people’s brain were smaller. What the primitive people lack compared to the modern people is merely the accumulation of knowledge. Their wisdom is no worse than the modern people. On the contrary, the advantages of modern people are only acquired through the accumulation of human experiences for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years which allowed the diversity of thoughts regarding numerous things that ancient people couldn’t do during their time.

Nowadays, the things sent by He Tu made him suddenly think of the ideas of ancients people. At least their physique and comprehension were two or three times higher than he expected.

Seeing the surprise from Yan Mo, He Tu smiled slightly and explained: "The shape of the needle you mentioned is something I used to think about before. I always thought if there is something that can pass through fur that can help me make a fur into a tube and afterwards threading the leather rope in an opening, then I can give it to Da He when he goes out. He can securely bring more things. Things that are simply hanged on the waist can accidentally fall off. "

Yan Mo was surprised.

"I used to think of scraping a gap in the back of the bone spur so that the leather rope can be passed through the fur, but the leather rope is too thick. It is better to use a stone cone to make a hole, and then use a leather cord to pass through the hole. I didn't expect people's hair or horse tail hairs can be used as ropes, but these two things are not strong..."

"There is no twine and silk, and we can only use this instead. When I have the opportunity, I will teach you how we can make those things and then use that thing on suturing a person. Those are better than human hair and horse hair"

He Tu nodded and silently remembered what Yang Mo said. "Can you see if this can be used? I cannot go back and get it again. Those salts... the salt from all three of us are added up. We water was repeatedly boiled to cook this. I don't own enough, but this is all we have. Salt is too difficult to get."

"Enough, this amount should be more than enough. There is still a lot of surplus afterwards.”

When she heard the salt was enough, it has obviously brought some joy to her face. It doesn't matter if she gives her own house; if they have no salt to eat they can eat without salt. But to Yuan Shan and to Yuan Diao, if there is the remaining salt for them to use it is naturally the best.

Yan Mo looked at the six bone needles and six wooden needles placed on the animal skin. They were adequately sufficient. The satisfaction Yan Mo felt was of course based on today's hand-made production. He Tu was probably worried that she couldn't understand what he previously said and made twelve needles which were divided into different lengths and thicknesses. The thinnest one was made with fishbone, and the size was almost the same as the modern needle.

The most exciting were the few knives.

Yan Mo only painted the shape of the scalpel and some common medical equipment but didn't expect He Tu to provide him with these? He didn't anticipate the other woman to grind a few plausible stone knives according to the size and shape of the knives he drew.

He Tu was still apologetic. "Little Mo, I can't help it. Time is too fast. Cao Ting and I have not made what you want. The clamps, the forceps, and the scissors (note to joell5: I change these to the general name for the instrument since accordingly to Yan Mo’s personality he will probably give the modern terminologies )you mentioned look simple, but it didn’t work the way you said they should."

"It doesn't matter, there are too many of them."

(Generally, traditional laparotomy uses a lot of surgical instrument, more than a hundred)

Cao Ting came in from behind the curtain, and whispered: "Yuan Shan and my master have found the right place." My master asked me to come over and asked if you can send Da He there?"

"First, send all the things we will need."

Cao Ting answered: "They had been sneaked away. They are now only waiting for him."

"Let's go."

Cao Ting heard the words and she immediately bent to pick up Yan Mo.

He Tu nervously asked Yan Mo what else to bring.

Yan Mo asked her to take the things she made as well as the few debarked wood branches he prepared that were placed by the door.

To be inconspicuous, He Tu took out the things first and went back to her tent. She and Da He would wait for a while before setting off.

Cao Ting closed the curtain and carried Yan Mo in the direction of the natural pit. Because of extreme heat, it didn't take long for him to smell an offensive smell.

Cao Ting looked left and right before crossing the stream while carrying Yan Mo to the back of the mountain.

There are several large stones between the natural pit and the tent area. A man, who wore an inferior leather skirt and displayed a slave seal on his back, poked his head out from one of the stones. He careful watched the back of the two people walking on the grass. He felt both helpless and a little excited, anticipating the moment he finds out their secret.

He didn't know what kind of injury the new slave had suffered and only saw that Cao Ting had carried the slave on her back. He had a good impression on Cao Ting. Unfortunately, Cao Ting belongs to her Da Ren. He himself is a slave of another master. It is not difficult to make her want to be close to him.

He has been paying attention to Cao Ting and the new slave, who haven’t received his branding. Today, he felt that Cao Ting was especially sneaky. He didn’t know what was going on. His thoughts started to turn bad when he saw Cao Ting and the new slave go out. He followed them.

Cao Ting carried the new slave but did not stop at the pit, instead, she headed behind the mountain.

Seeing this, the first thought in his mind was: ‘Cao Ting was carrying her master’s intention to look after the new slave.’

This kind of thing is common among slaves. Majority of the masters don't care, especially those who have married their wives and have female slaves. They don't need female slaves to help them get children, so naturally, they don't care who the slaves sleeps with. There are also many things that happen between slaves.

But Cao Ting is different; everyone knows her master is very good to her. He heard that Yuan Diao even plans to have a child with Cao Ting in the future. He asked the tribe to remove her slave mark so she can join Yuan Ji tribe. He would have to pay a lot of food to exchange when that happens.

This is getting exciting! If he catches them at the scene while the two are doing the deed, he would have the power to threaten Cao Ting. If Cao Ting didn't want to be killed by his master or transferred to other warriors, she would have to sleep with him.

The man was about to keep up when someone came. The man immediately hid behind the boulders.

The other people coming were Yuan Diao and Yuan Shan. They were each grabbing the two ends of a big piece of animal skin. They were carrying the dying Da He across the natural crater, and He Tu who was carrying a pocket of animal skin, followed them.

The man once again poked his head. He waved his hand towards the flies which flew around him while looking at the back those people. His heartbeat gradually accelerated. Did he stumble upon a great secret?

The groups were divided into two, and it is said that Cao Ting was carrying Yan Mo to the back of the mountain.

Yan Mo looked at the gravel forest from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and suddenly understood where the stone supplies from the tribe came.

Looking at the piece of grassland, there seemed to be a lot of people on the grassland, but after looking a little more he cannot confirm whether these people are Da He’s people.

"At back of the mountain, there is the field used by the tribe."

"Field?" Yan Mo was surprised. Where? That grassland? There is a field in this dry land. The most important thing is that people here have already learned cultivation? Didn’t this mean they have food to eat? But why didn't he find a single grain at home? 

"Well, some old slaves are planting and guarding. Every year the harvest is very bad. When harvesting, there will be many birds flying to eat the harvest, and they will not be able to catch them. The glutinous rice is also delicious. It was planted for a few years. The land that was used for growing it will be sucked dry, and it will become a dry land with no grass. If it was not for the priests and elders wanting to eat the rice, then these fields will not be planted." The town does not seem to put much importance in those field.

Yan Mo knew why. Even if he has not planted crops, he also knows some common sense. If the cropland is not fertilized, some fields with poor soil quality will need to rest every other year, otherwise it will cause the loss of earth nutrients and eventually become barren fields.

"Is the glutinous rice grown by the slaves only made available to the chiefs, priest and elders?"

"Of course. The wife of a 3rd Rank Warriors can also get some, but the amount is small. It is not enough for everyone so for the sake of fairness the Chief did not divide the glutinous rice but the he does not eat it himself. All of the harvest are left to the priest and elders."

It seems that the chief here is not the kind of person who cares for selfish desires. In his memory, the patriarch of the Salt Mountain tribe is not hereditary, but is jointly recommended by the tribe. Usually, the person with the highest military value and the most convincing will be the new patriarch while the previous patriarch will rise to the elder’s position. Yan Mo doesn’t know if Yuan Ji tribe is the same? 

While talking, Cao Ting entered the rocky side, and Yan Mo wondered how she recognized the direction. After seven turns and eight turns, she twisted to an open space.

The open space is hidden within a high-rise stone pillar with a concealed door.

The small rocks and gravel weeds at the center of the open space was gone and were cleaned out leaving a clean ground about a square meter wide.

Set up at a corner of the open space was a temporarily dug fire pit and a simple stone platform. There was a stone pot on the stone bench and a tank of water next to the fire pit.

Cao Ting put Yan Mo down and ignited the fire to boil the water per Yan Mo’s instructions.

While several people carried the water with He Tu, Yuan Diao looked at Yan Mo; his expression was quite weird. After placing the Da He down as directed, he immediately walked over to Yan Mo and knelt down, pulling his face hard.

"You kid! Not only do you saved yourself, but you can save others. Yes, you didn't waste the two fat rabbits at all."

Yan Mo pressed his face with a grieving expression and looked at Yuan Diao.

It was a pity that his honest face can't portray the kind of effect he wanted so instead, he pushed Yuan Diao and turned his face to the other side. Yuan Diao smiled and laughed hard: "Fuck! Don’t look at me with those kinds of eyes. I will want to fuck you! Yuan Zhan, when that guy gets back, he won't fight with me!"

Do these fucking primitives have genitals for a brain, thinking about fucking every day? Yan Mo turned his face and looked at He Tu for help. 

When He Tu came up, she slapped Yuan Diao on the shoulder. "Last night, Cao Ting wailed for the whole night, yet you still haven’t had enough! Don't play with this idea on Little Mo. Yuan Zhan probably hasn't touched him yet."

Yan Mo mouth was twitching. Big sister, you mean if Yuan Zhan had already touched me then I can just give myself to others casually?

Yuan Shan looked like a loyal dog as he sulked on the side. He scoffed and screamed: “Da Diao, my Wen Shang is very hard-working. If you want I can give him to you just once, and you can give me two big fists of fresh meat, and some bacon as payment."

Yuan Diao got up and walked to Cao Ting, who was busy beside the fire pit. He took her and went to a secluded place. He was telling others by action that he already has a ready-made slave.

Cao Ting initially refused but was eventually pulled by him.

He Tu glanced at them and didn't say a word. People here were familiar to this kind of thing.

The young warriors were full of energy and their desires are strong. Sometimes they come back from hunting after a long time. The women or slaves who are nearby will be directly pressed down for sex. It doesn’t matter if there are people watching them or not; some people will be more excited when they are seen fucking their slaves or women. 

A moment later, behind the stone pillar was a sound that should never appear on such a serious surgical setting. 

Yan Mo laid on the fur and bit down his teeth. He helplessly looked at Yuan He with a smile that men could understand. Then he resumed a more natural expression. He took over some of the activity and put the utensils that were wrapped in the animal skin from He Tu into the boiling water. He took out a piece of wood and dutifully became responsible for driving away the bugs and other insects of the mountain. Everyone was silent for the next three minutes. 

The life of primitive people is tragic compared to modern people, but at the same time they are happy for the simplicity.

Yan Mo suddenly realized that perhaps he should be glad that he came to the primitive society and not the feudal era that has a complete social system. The godly doctor Hua Tuo would be locked in the prison until he died because of a craniotomy proposal in the feudal era. How an ordinary person wearing a soul can dares to brighten a knife by boiling? 

The feudal society was more political in the later period! It may be possible to do surgery in the early days of the ancient period. This is proven by the surgical knives unearthed in China. In the later years, the cutting of hair is considered restricted; how courageous and willing were people to have a knife slashed at their person. At such times, even if the patient is willing to undergo surgery, his family, local government, and rulers will not be willing to let the healers do it.

Being tortured by being banished into the primitive society is bad, but it is by no means the worst.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages. Feudal societies that already has a complete social system may have been more convenient not to mention safer in terms of living standards compared to the primitive society; however, there would have been a greater number of restrictions.

Although the primitive society is more dangerous, it also hides more opportunities.

Yan Mo couldn't help but think that in addition to his own medical skills, he should try to improve his military value?

Finally, Yuan Diao still remembered that there is something to do. When He Tu began to wipe Yuan He, he and Cao Ting came back one after another.

This is a very rudimentary operation; even the hands-on doctor had to sit on the ground and open someone stomachs because of his own leg injuries. 

Yan Mo will first deal with the wound on Yuan He’s abdomen. He Tu rubbed her man over and over again. She rubbed Yuan He until she felt that his stomach had never been so clean.

Yan Mo told the proportion to He Tu, and in return He Tu rubbed the area around Yuan He wound with saline solution.

Yan Mo asked everyone to wash their hands as much as possible and dip them in saline solution.

All the utensils were boiled and sterilized. Yan Mo picked up two pieces of homemade wood chips and handed them to Yuan Diao. "You stand ready. I will cut the wound on Da He and remove the rotten portion. When I ask you, you have to put these two pieces of wood inside the wound near the cut and spread the skin side wards. Under no condition will you let go without my instructions. You must not let go and let those skin close... do you understand?"

Yuan Diao nodded, "Childish things."

Childish things, do not think opening the wound simple.... You will cry when I do it.

"Cao Ting sister, you wash your hands. You are responsible for passing on the utensils and wiping the sweat on my face and also wiping the blood from Da He with clean hay."

Cao Ting deeply inhaled before she responded, "Yes."

"Yuan Shan, you are responsible for taking care of the mosquitoes. You must not let them approach us."

"Okay, you can rest assure.” Yuan Shan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"He Tu sister get ready to grind the leaves, and all of them must be smashed and ground."

He Tu echoed, she was holding a big leaf as if she was holding onto her husband’s life.

Yan Mo picked up a bone needle. He was able to make a name for himself in the medical profession. He even surpassed many old Chinese medical practitioners and surgeons who were called saints. Besides, he learned the skills of Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and he also has a solid foundation. The combination of Chinese and Western medicine; he made his own path by combining the best of both western drugs and the wonder of acupuncture.

No one knew where he learned acupuncture techniques. This was his biggest secret, and this secret probably accounted for a large percentage of his 100 million scum value.

(BookAddictzii: I’m guessing he learned them through experience and how much experience is that...you can take a guess)

This surgery lacks an extremely necessary item—anesthesia. Any warrior of the Yuan tribe can endure immense pain; however, he cannot perform a surgery on the body that’s trembling from pain. Anesthesia is not only used for reducing pain, but also for convenience sake. It is more convenient when the doctor treats the patient under anesthesia. This numbing drug will reduce accidental injuries brought by the patient’s involuntary movement during the operation.

Without anesthesia, he can use acupuncture either to numb the patient’s pain sensation or to restrict his movement. He has had previously used this method, and he did it in more than one occasion to perform surgery on patients who could not be anesthetized. 

Does he want to stop the pain for Da He? 

Ya Mo does not want to. Because of this guy, he got shot with dream torture eight times, and now he is force to save him.

Subsequently, he decided not to block the pain for Da He but only use acupuncture to restrict his movements. 

Holding the bone acupuncture, Yan Mo smiled in his heart. He will ensure that Da He remains conscious from the beginning to the end of the operation so that he can understand how it felt when someone was being cut, scraped, punctured; a series of vivid torture.

This is a rare experience for him, isn't it?

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