Dressed His Wounds by O. J. Gibson

Pacific Press Publishing Association

FromSigns of the Times, Harvest Ingathering Number

Dressed His Wounds

By O. J. Gibson

O. J. GIBSON

IT was afternoon, about three o'clock. Some men came bringing a comrade who had been shot through the leg by robbers. The wound was a very bad one, and I told them this was not a hospital, and I was not a doctor. But they replied that they had been told to come. I made a closer examination, and could hardly see how a bullet could make such an ugly wound. I told the men it was beyond me, and urged them to go by evening train to Chiaosan, where there is a hospital. But my urging did not move them. They had been told to come, and they did not purpose to leave, though I told them plainly I could do nothing.

MRS. R. H. LEECH, ITINERATING AMONG SANTALS

While I was still urging them to take their friend to the hospital, another party came, bringing an old man who had been shot in the back. His friends had dressed his wounds in an ideal(?) way. They had killed a young chicken, and applied large patches of the skin and feathers over the wounds. I washed the wounds, took some stitches, put in drains, and dismissed the old man with honors.

Then I turned to the young man again, and urged once more that he be taken to the hospital. They finally went away with him, but returned in the morning.

It was ten o'clock before I could get to the shattered leg. I took up the covers to look, and found it covered with maggots. I knew it was death for the man if I did not act, and told the men so who had brought him, though at the same time telling them I could only do what I could, and would guarantee nothing.

I first got rid of the "movies." Then, on examination, I found he had been shot in the back of his right leg, about six inches above the knee. The bone was shattered. In fact, the wound looked as though a stick of dynamite had exploded in it. I suppose I took out thirty pieces of bone, a dozen of which were from half an inch to an inch long. I cleansed the wound as best I could. The men who came with him were my assistants. I took ten or twelve stitches to draw the parts together, and put in two drains. Then I fixed a board with a foot, which takes his whole leg with hip, and stretched him on that.

I knew I was undertaking a big task, but it was either that or let the poor man perish.

Yen Cheng, Honan.

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