Feng Qingchen only slept for half a day before he got up, drank cold water to wake up, took a few mouthfuls of rice, and rushed to the wounded barracks to prepare to change Si Xing back to rest.
"Your master is really good." The old doctor praised again.
"Yes. Master is a good person." Sun Sixing responded blankly. When he saw Feng Qingchen, his spirit sank. His upper and lower eyelids trembled. After saying hello, he yawned again and again and went out.
Sun Sixing was really tired.
"This child needs training, you are so good to him." The old doctor expressed that he was very jealous. After staying up for a day and a night, he couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't sleep for two days and a night, and he didn't see anyone who felt sorry for him.
"He is still young and cannot wear out his body." As a doctor, why don't you know that high-intensity work is harmful to the body? A balance between work and rest is the king.
"Young? You're not much older than him." This man loved his apprentice, he really loved him too much. I was really jealous of that little idiot. Why didn't he meet such a normal master back then?
"Hmm... I seem to be younger than Sixing." Feng Qingchen wiped her sweat silently. She had never considered herself a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, so she had never thought about whether staying up late like this would damage her body.
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This time, the old doctor was speechless: "You are awesome. Just watch here, I have to rest too."
It’s so damn shocking that a teenage girl can become a master. How can old guys like them live?
In the Yangtze River, the waves in front push back the waves in front, and the waves in front of him die on the beach. But what about him? Before he could push the waves in front, he was beaten to death by the waves behind him.
This is simply undesirable!
The old doctor clenched his fists in grief and anger, pricking the villain in his heart, wishing he had never known this pair of evil masters and disciples.
It’s so shocking!
However, as soon as the old doctor went out, he saw the headless soldier running up the mountain with a heavy load on his back. He instantly lost his balance. Even if he couldn't compare with these two monsters, he was lucky and didn't have to be a soldier under the regent.
, you don’t have to suffer this living sin.
The old doctor was cured instantly and was in a good mood. He thought about writing a letter to his senior brother to give him some encouragement and let him see what it means to be a genius among geniuses, so that he would not have to brag to his own ears about how capable his apprentice was.
The apprentices that senior brother accepted did have some good talents, but compared with this pair of masters and apprentices, they were simply unsightly.
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The wounded barracks are always busy, and doctors are not infallible. Even if there are many wounded waiting for doctors to treat them, doctors still need to rest.
In order to ensure that everyone can get enough rest and have enough energy to cope with the high-intensity treatment work, Feng Qingchen suggested that three people should arrange shifts and divide the twelve hours a day into three parts, with two people on one shift and one person remaining.
rest.
In this way, everyone can get news every day, and there are two doctors on duty in the wounded camp, which can be enough to cope with it as long as there is no war.
"I can finally have a good rest." The old doctor was the first to agree. He was the only doctor in the army who could be useful in the past. If he hadn't been running around all year round and paid attention to health care, he would have been with the wounded soldiers long ago.
Get down.
"Those medicine boys and half-baked doctors also have to arrange a shift. Those people are not very good at medical skills, but they are very diligent." The old doctor has superb medical skills. He takes care of injured people who cannot be treated by others, so he naturally has confidence.
Say this.
The affairs of the wounded barracks became more and more orderly under the cleaning of Feng Qingchen and the others. People with less severe injuries also took care of the hygiene of the wounded barracks under Feng Qingchen's organization, and many of them even learned how to do so.
Simple bandage.
"It's better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. Just a simple stoppage of bleeding may save their life on the battlefield." Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing often take time to explain to wounded soldiers emergency treatment methods for trauma on the battlefield.
Also let them exchange medicines with each other.
Although the wounded soldiers did not study and practice calligraphy, they were not stupid. They knew that Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing were doing it for their own good, and they learned one by one and shared their efforts.
"Doctor Feng and Doctor Sun, this is to save our lives. If, if... I had met Doctor Feng earlier, Er Gouzi would not have died. The doctor said that Er Gouzi had to bleed out his blood before he died.
"The man in his thirties, even though he was covered in blood, didn't shed a single tear, but his eyes were red at this time.
"Sanzhu's father also had his leg cut off. The blood spurted up three feet high and sprayed all over my face. I was completely stunned. I just watched Sanzhu's father die in front of me."
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It was obviously to teach these people simple first aid, but I didn't want it to be a symposium for them to recall their dead comrades. When talking about the dead comrades around them, these big guys couldn't stop crying.
Women are all made of water, but when a man cries, his tears are no less than those of a woman, and are even more heart-wrenching than a woman's.
The man bleeds but does not shed tears, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness.
Sadness is contagious. When Feng Qingchen thought of the dead Lan Jiuqing, her nose became sour and tears fell down: Such a person died like this. She didn't even see her last face, or even a person.
There are no complete bones.
"Report." The soldier's sudden voice broke the sadness of the wounded soldier palace. Feng Qingchen quickly raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face: "Come in."
"Hello, Doctor Feng." The soldier stood in front of Feng Qingchen and saluted: "The regent is injured. Please send a doctor to the camp immediately."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Feng Qingchen picked up the medicine box and followed the soldier outside.
I thought that Uncle Nine Emperors was using a cruel trick again, but I didn't expect that Uncle Nine Emperors was really injured this time. Uncle Nine Emperors' entire left arm turned purple, and the flesh and blood on his arm was blurred. When the sun shines, you can see the silver light shining.
Poisoned?
Feng Qingchen's expression changed, he quickened his pace, squatted beside Uncle Nine Emperors, and checked the injury on his left arm.
"Is there an assassin in the camp?" Feng Qingchen glanced at the tent with obvious signs of fighting and Yu Wenyuanhua with a guilty look on his face, and he already understood.
He glared at Yu Wenyuanhua fiercely. Yuwen Yuanhua knew that he was wrong and accepted it weakly. Just as he was about to tell Feng Qingchen what happened, Uncle Nine Emperors said first: "Well, the man sent by Ye City
, it’s no big deal.”
The corner of Jiuhuangshu's eyes fell on Yuwen Yuanhua, and the meaning was self-evident...
Yes, he was redundant. Yu Wenyuan went out in a wise manner, and at the same time evacuated the people around him, leaving only the Nine Emperors Uncle's personal soldiers and secret guards.
The Nine Emperors Uncle's camp was messed up by the assassins. He will definitely not be able to sleep tonight, and there are no servants to rearrange the Nine Emperors Uncle. Now Feng Qingchen should take the Nine Emperors Uncle in.
The more Yuwen Yuanhua thought about it, the more he felt that his arrangement was so talented. It was tailor-made for Uncle Nine Emperors. Uncle Nine Emperors should not thank him.
Of course, in this way, he could repay Uncle Nine Emperors for saving his life just now. If Uncle Nine Emperors hadn't saved his life just now, he would have died at this moment.
He doesn't have the perverted physique of Uncle Nine Emperors, and he can still act as if nothing happened after being poisoned by the blood feudal lord...