Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology - Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Lashari Tribe Witness Medicine Chapter 341: Lashari Tribe Witness Medicine December 24th, 1655 Dakshin Bharatiya Empire, The region of Baluchistan, The city of Khuzdar It has been two weeks since the city of Khuzdar has been occupied by the Dakshin Bharatiya Empire, and since then, a lot has changed.

Over the first week, the field hospital successfully shifted from the previous cities of Panjgur and Awaran to the city of Khuzdar, the central node of this operation to capture Baluchistan.

Both the Chief Medical Officers Viswa Swaroop and Madhava Velan are now working together to form a comprehensive field hospital, even capable of conducting simple surgeries.

As for the suitability of fully migrating the field hospital from the coastal cities to Khuzdar, it depends upon the conditions in the city.

Fortunately, the living conditions in the city of Khuzdar are very good compared to the other settlements they had come across, except for the coastal cities of course.

This is because Khuzdar is near a river called the Kulachi River, which provides the sustenance needed for the city.

Although the river has dried up significantly due to a lack of rain for consecutive months, there is still enough water for the consumption of the city for a few years.

Hence, the presence of water and the rare plain terrain of the city, not only makes it suitable for the migration of the field hospital from the coastal cities to the inland, but it also makes Khuzdar an excellent forward base for the Bharathiya Empire.

With these conditions, the logistics supplies were immediately transported to the city on a carriage on the newly blasted rudimentary road.

However, most carriages could not avoid breaking down within a few kilometres of travel.

Hence, a more advanced carriage manufactured by Raya Mobility had to be used, as these carriages are equipped with spring suspension systems.

Although these springs were worn out by the end of their travel, they managed to get the job done.

Additionally, they were cost-effective since the carriages, instead of being priced at a premium as Vijay initially intended, were manufactured cheaply due to the military-economic system.

Currently, the hospital is booming with people, with A small number of Dakshin Bharatiya Empire soldiers moving in and out.

The majority of the people visiting this hospital are from the Lashari tribe.

Each person entering this hospital had hope in their eyes, and everyone leaving the hospital with various bandages and transported through different means had relief and gratitude in their expressions.

However this was not always the case, During its early stages when the field hospital was rudimentary, there was minimal involvement from the city locals.

Despite being directed to accept patients from the occupied city as a gesture of goodwill, the locals showed little interest in seeking treatment at the hospital.

Hence, this news was publicized throughout the city, but the skeptical locals did not trust it and hesitated to enter the hospital.

This changed when a middle-aged man, no more than 40 years old, entered the hospital as a last resort.

Ten days ago…

Fazil Lashari, a carpenter who worked in the city of Khuzdar, originally was doing very well as his wood crafting was very popular in the city.

However, his good times ended when he accidentally injured his hand during one of his assignments.

Unfortunately, he didn’t pay much attention to the injury and merely rinsed it off with water, continuing his work.

But he noticed that as days went by, the pain in his hand increased, and the wound began to darken, changing the colour of his hand.

He immediately showed it to the local doctor, who, in all honesty, was only an amateur herbologist.

However, this herbologist still correctly diagnosed the infection and warned that his life could be in danger.

Fazil, upon hearing the news, was taken aback as his world crumbled before his eyes in real time.

Although he had made a lot of money from his craft and built a foundation for his family so that they would not have to worry even if he died, in all honesty, who would want to die?

Hence, he tried various means to save himself, but to no avail, until his city was invaded, and the invaders opened a medical clinic for the local residents free of charge.

Fazil, although skeptical like the rest of his clansmen, initially did not want to go to the clinic.

However, the increasing pain in his hands and the worsening condition of his health left him no other choice.

Hence, as a last resort, he decided to put his life on the line and try out this foreign medical clinic.

“Sir, please sit down.” Fazil was startled awake from his thoughts, looking at the person who made the sound.

It was a man around his age dressed in a white coat with an odd undergarment.

This person was holding what looked like a chair fixed with wheels.

This immediately caused him to be amazed, “What a clever design.

With this, injured people could easily be transported,” he thought, his face becoming regretful.

“Why didn’t I think of this, damn it?” There was even a hint of frustration in his mind.

However, when he was internally marvelling at this clever invention and reprimanding himself for not thinking about the design, he was startled awake to reality by the man in front of him again, for the second time.

“Sir, can you hear me, sir?” Though he couldn’t understand what the man was saying, the gesture of his hand indicated that he was asking him to sit on the seat.

Hence, still clueless about what was happening, Fazil sat down.

Next, he felt a firm push of the chair, and he was moving.

This incident managed to momentarily divert his attention from the pain in his hand to the experience he was having.

“What seems to be your problem, sir?” This time, someone asked in a familiar Balochi language (Not the language name, but the language origin name), Fazil, turning his head and looking at the person who asked, couldn’t recognize him.

Instead of answering the question, he lifted up his arm, which was wrapped in cloth, and showed it to the doctors.

*Gasp* Immediately, there was an audible sound of rapid inhaling among the doctors.

“This is bad,” one person exclaimed.

“Call the chief immediately,” another added.

Fazil, who looked at the panicked expressions on their faces, did not know what had happened.

However, before he could question the man who was acting as a translator, a dignified man, who looked superior both in his aura and the way the people around him respected him, entered the room.

However, this man, without even looking at his face directly, looked at his hand which was beginning to smell.

The man immediately had a frown on his face.

“Prepare for an amputation,” he said as the white-coated people around him immediately took on a serious air, moving like a squad of trained military professionals.

Of course, Fazil did not understand what these people were doing or even what they were talking about, but fortunately, the translator next to him translated everything so that he could understand.

He was going to ask what they were going to do to him, however, caught up in the moment, he couldn’t utter a word and became a puppet under their control.

*Huff* He was immediately lifted up and placed in a separate room, which looked very weird because it had many instruments and objects he had never seen before.

However, he was immediately scared by the large instrument that looked like torture tools placed beside him.

“Yaa Allah.” He began to pray, now regretting his decision.

He even thought, “If I want to go out, will these people let me?” Unfortunately, depending on how things turned out, if Fazil really asked the question, the doctors would indeed let him go.

But since his impression of these foreigners was already bad, to begin with, he did not even try.

So, he braced himself, already concluding that his death would be today and it would be painful.

“Open your mouth,” the doctor said, and the translator translated it.

However, Fazil, who had already decided that these people were malicious, did not cooperate and kept his mouth shut.

“Please, open your mouth fast,” more requests came towards his ears, but he was stubborn and did not open his mouth.

What if these people put something haram in his mouth?

Even if it cost him his life, he would not go against Allah.

Hence, the chief medical officer, who was growing impatient, suddenly grabbed his jaw and pressed it together, opening a small gap in the mouth.

This was enough for the morphine to flow through.

It wasn’t that Vishwa Swaroop was a strong man; on the contrary, it was the patient who was too weak in his current condition.

The pain in his hand had already diminished his appetite, leaving him a bag of bones with not much strength.

Fazil was regretful after some sort of cold liquid poured into his stomach.

However, he did not die, so he was a little relieved.

But as time went on, he became more and more drowsy.

“Sure enough, these bastards gave me some sort of intoxicant,” he thought regretfully as he pleaded, “Ya Allah, please forgive my sins.” Then he passed into a deep sleep.

With the patient finally prepped, the amputation began.

The infected and rotted-away hand was immediately removed through a surgical procedure.

Looking at the thin man, Vishwa was sure that too much loss of blood could lead to his death.

So, he immediately tried something.

This was a theory that had been circulating in the medical circles in the empire recently, but no one had verified it.

So, he went on to verify it as this was a very suitable condition.

He had a healthy medical staff who was in the auxiliary department bleed around half a litre of blood into a small jar.

Then, immediately after the amputation, the artery that connects to the heart was identified and immediately blocked with a coconut tree wane.

This could be hollowed out on the inside and could reluctantly be used as a small needle, although this needle was not as strong as one made of metal, it could work in the current situation where it didn’t have to do much.

As for the blood, it was held at a high altitude and connected to a small tube, which was then connected to this makeshift needle.

This was a hit-or-miss operation.

If the blood was incompatible with the patient, it was definite that he would die.

However, if he was compatible, there was a chance that he would survive.

Vishwa Swaroop did not waste any time and immediately applied clotting agents such as turmeric, ginger, and garlic to the amputated limb in order to quickly stop the bleeding and clot the blood.

A dosage of penicillin was also given to prevent further complications and quickly kill the microbes in the bloodstream.

The half a litre of blood extracted from the medical staff was not enough.

However, he could not have another person donate blood, as this would undoubtedly kill the patient.

So, all he could do was hope.

And hope was all that was needed.

Fortunately, although the patient was highly anaemic at a dangerous level, he survived as he opened his eyes.

Fazil slowly opened his eyes, but his shoulder was numb as he couldn’t feel his arm anymore.

“Ah!” He was startled as he could not see his arm.

However, he also felt no pain.

He was surprised that he was still alive, and looking around, the doctors were looking at him with shock and an expression of triumph and pride, all wearing smiling expressions.

But this looked weird to him since they were all drenched in blood.

They looked like evil demons trying to bring him to hell.

However, since he is alive, that is clearly not so.

The case of Fazil and how the operation was conducted was immediately recorded, and the information was fully transmitted throughout the empire.

Although it took some time for the word to spread around, eventually, it did, and this story became the first successful amputation operation in the empire.

Vishwa Swaroop was renowned as the first military doctor who successfully completed an operation in a military installation.

Back to the patient…

After a week, the medical staff who donated blood donated again after he had recovered.

Fazil, who was still highly anaemic, was put to sleep for the blood transfusion as the doctors worried about his cooperation during the blood transfusion process.

In the coming months, the stump of his arm would fully close, and the pain would also decrease, allowing him to lead a normal life in the future.

After this one incident, the Lashari tribe, who were originally worried for their general safety, finally put down their guard.

More people began to bravely visit the hospital, and as the majority of cases were successes, trust in the hospital increased, inadvertently boosting recognition of the invaders and aiding in the integration process further.

As for Commander Narasimha Nayak and Ramayya Senapati, they had to split up again.

Ramayya Senapati had to depart for Dhadar at the foot of the Bolan Pass, one of the major passes of the region of Balochistan, which is 219 kilometres away from Khuzdar.

This place is also one of the main buffer nodes before attacking the capital, Quetta.

As for Narasimha Nayak, he had to depart for Kalāt, which is relatively closer at 140 kilometres and will be the second main node before attacking Quetta.

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