Chapter 156 Wound Suturing Technique

"Ah!"

Exclamations of surprise burst from the crowd. While they could understand the use of wound healing ointment, things like iron wires, iron sheets, needles, and thread completely baffled them. No one could fathom how such items could possibly be used to treat a horse.

"The most critical injury for a wounded horse is a fissure. Since it has split open, we simply sew it back up!" Motun said it as casually as mending a torn piece of clothing.

"Sew it up?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, having no idea what he meant.

Motun smiled faintly without offering an explanation. He merely instructed Mosi to prepare some materials and get everything ready for the procedure.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Mosi truly lived up to his reputation as a muscular youth with immense strength. Furthermore, as a native of the Mo Family Village, craftsmanship was something they possessed in abundance. A small piece of iron was quickly hammered by Mosi into an oval-shaped plate about the size of a thumb's fingernail.

"Young Master, take a look." Mosi handed the finished iron plate to Motun.

Motun took it, pinched it with his fingers, and checked that the hardness was appropriate. He nodded and said, "This will do. Now, punch two holes in each of these iron pieces."

The iron sheet was very thin. Mosi placed it on a block of wood and, using an awl-like tool, pierced two holes in a flash. With Motun's approval, he rapidly punched two holes into all the remaining iron plates.

After completing this preparation, Motun instructed Moer to lead Jueying over.

The primary reason for treating Jueying first was that its injuries were the most severe. If it wasn't treated immediately, it might be too late; otherwise, the Wang Family Horse Market would not have left Jueying to fend for itself in the pen for wounded horses.

Limping along, Jueying was led over. Even though it was now skin and bones, its skeletal frame was still significantly taller than that of ordinary horses.

"What a pity!"

Uncle Fu sighed. He had heard about Jueying's situation. It was truly tragic for a steed that should have been running wild and free to be brought down by an accidental injury and left to languish.

"Neigh!" Jueying let out a high-pitched cry laden with sorrow.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to cure you!" Motun reached out, patted Jueying's head, and said softly.

Horses possess spirit. Sensing Motun's goodwill, Jueying gave a low whinny and rubbed its head against Motun's palm.

Motun lowered his head to examine Jueying's wounds. Looking at the blood-red fissures, he saw that many areas had already become infected. Fortunately, the weather was just turning warm, and there were no mosquitoes or flies plaguing it yet, so the situation was not completely out of hand.

A black cloth sling wrapped around Jueying's body, and powered by a large pulley system, it slowly hoisted the horse's body into the air. Instantly, several strong men from the Mo Family Village stepped forward to secure Jueying's four legs.

Alcohol causes a burning sensation in wounds, but it was the best sterilization method Motun could think of in this era. Securing the legs was necessary to prevent Jueying from injuring anyone during the disinfection process.

"Young Master, let me do it!" Movu volunteered, stepping forward.

Ever since defeating the pulse-taking through a thread at the entrance of the Mo Hospital, Movu had officially become a physician. While he frequently treated humans, treating a horse was a first for him.

Seeming to know that Motun was its savior, Jueying did not struggle too violently even when alcohol was used to wash out its deep fissures.

With Jueying's cooperation, Movu quickly cleaned the cracks on both of its hooves. However, just as Movu was about to proceed by applying the healing ointment, Motun stopped him.

Under Movu's puzzled gaze, Motun picked up a fine awl and carefully drilled two small holes through the stratum corneum on both sides of the hoof fissure, right down to the split itself.

Next, he cut an iron wire to the length of a span, bent it in the middle, picked up an iron plate, and threaded the wire through two of its small holes. Then, he passed the wire through the fine holes Motun had just drilled into one side of the hoof's stratum corneum. He repeated the process on the other side.

Afterward, Motun twisted the protruding ends of the iron wires from both sides tightly together and trimmed off the excess length. The wound on the entire hoof was instantly immobilized.

This was a technique Motun had seen his grandfather use in his previous life to treat hoof fissures on their own horses. The iron plates served to increase the surface area and distribute the tension as much as possible, preventing the iron wire from cutting through the hoof's outer layer.

"This way, even when the horse walks, it won't tear the wound open again!" Motun explained the reasoning to the onlookers.

"Ah!"

The crowd suddenly understood, and their confidence in Motun's ability to heal the wounded horses grew even stronger.

The next scene made the villagers of the Mo Family Village truly understand what Motun meant by "sewing it up."

Motun picked up the needles and thread that had already been boiled and sterilized, and directly stitched together the two edges of the fissure on Jueying's hoof, finishing off by applying the wound-healing ointment.

Following that, Motun repeated the exact same procedure on Jueying's other injured hoof.

"Alright, mission accomplished!" Motun wiped the sweat from his brow and said.

"That's it?" Xu Jie asked doubtfully.

"Of course that's it!" Movu looked at the stitched wound in excitement. Motun's stitching was rather crude, but to Movu, it looked like a magnificent masterpiece. The hardest part of a wound to treat was tearing; once a wound was large, the slightest movement would cause it to split open again.

However, the suturing method firmly bound the wound together with thread, ensuring that even under tension, the wound would remain intact. Furthermore, closing the wound reduced the chance of infection and suppuration, likely increasing the recovery rate exponentially.

Sure enough, the pulley system slowly lowered Jueying until its four hooves touched the ground. Reinforced by the iron plates and wires, the stitched wound bore almost no direct stress. After taking a few tentative steps as it adjusted, Jueying showed no signs of the hoof wounds bursting open.

"It's really cured?" Uncle Fu and the others still found it hard to believe. The method Motun used was completely unheard of!

"We can only do this much. The rest depends on its own destiny. If its wounds do not continue to worsen, there is hope for recovery."

"Hahaha, that's more than enough!" Xu Jie laughed heartily. His gaze burned with fervent excitement as he looked toward the remaining five hundred or so wounded horses. If these horses could truly be cured, what an immense fortune that would be!

Prior to this, he had only heard legendary tales of the Mo Family Young Master, but he never expected that just a few days after joining the Mo Family, he would witness Motun turn decay into magic. Seeing it all happen right before his eyes felt like a dream.

Movu was even more overcome with excitement. He finally understood what the Young Master meant when he said that if Elder Hua failed to come, it would be his own loss. Wound suturing was practically a divine pathway opened up for surgical medicine.

He believed that if Elder Hua learned of what happened today, he would likely drop all his work and rush over to witness this historic moment in person.

Having set the example, Motun handed the treatment of the remaining five hundred and some wounded horses entirely over to Movu and the villagers of the Mo Family Village to follow suit.

For three full days, the five hundred and more wounded horses in the Mo Family Village were finally all stitched up and treated.