He had three.

One was a very severe cut upon the shoulder.

His left arm had been broken by a pistol bullet, and he had a dangerous sword thrust in the body.
Under Fergus' direction the servant had cut off the doublet and, after pouring some more spirits down the wounded man's throat, he bade one of the other women fetch him some soft linen, and a sheet.
When these arrived he made a pad of the linen, and bound it over the wounded man's shoulder with some strips torn from the sheet.
Then he sent for some straight strips of wood, cut them to the right length, wrapped some linen round them and, straightening the arm, applied them to it and, with the assistance of the girl, bandaged it firmly.

Then he placed a pad of linen over the wound in the body, and passed bandages round and round.
"Well done!" he said to his assistant.

"You are a stout girl, and a brave one." Then he turned to the others, who were crowded round their mistress.
"Stand back," he said, "and throw open the window and let the air come to her.