Yang Mo immediately ordered Wei Mao and others to prepare everything, and was just waiting to send General Fan and Dong Zhao over there.
"I'm coming."
Chen De's voice came from outside.
Yang Mo couldn't wait to open the curtain and go out to see.
The soldiers carried the two men and ran over quickly. Yang Mo stared at the people on the board closely for a long time before she saw that it was Dong Zhao under the pile of armor.
Dong Zhao looked very weak, his face was covered with beard, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had no breath.
"Send it to the hospital bed quickly."
Yang Mo urged hurriedly.
Dong Zhao was carried up, followed closely by General Fan with a gray beard.
Mei Xiang took out a cylindrical stethoscope made of wood from the medical box and handed it to Yang Mo. Yang Mo looked at Xiao Quan and said, "Take off your armor quickly and see if there are any wounds on your body."
The armor was covered with blood, and it was no longer clear whether it belonged to someone else or Dong Zhao. Wei Mao and others suddenly became confused. Some people went to undress themselves, while others looked at their legs and feet.
"Don't panic," Yang Mo frowned, "Look where the blood is dripping from."
Wherever it flows from, there is damage there. If it were other people's blood, it would not flow like this.
"It's in the abdomen." Xiao Quan said loudly.
The armor on the abdomen was damaged, and it was tied with a cloak. Xiao Quan used scissors to cut the cloak, and something immediately came out.
Everyone was shocked immediately.
The room became quiet for a moment.
It was so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats.
Oh my God, what is this? Something fell out.
What is.
Zhang Ge and others were taking people to see General Fan's injury, and they turned around after hearing these words.
What is that?
Wei Mao said in a trembling voice: "It's the intestines. General Dong's stomach was broken and the intestines slipped out." He had seen such intestines during the days when he was working as a widower with his master, but they only appeared on the dead, not on the living.
The intestines don't look like this.
Is General Dong dead?
When everyone was stunned, Yang Mo had already lowered her head to check.
Although Dong Zhao's breathing was weak, his heartbeat was normal and his pupillary reflexes were normal, proving that he was only in a mild coma and needed emergency treatment to prevent the disease from progressing.
"Master, Master...what should we do?"
Yang Mo looked at Dong Zhao's wound. The exposed intestine turned purple, which was a symptom of intestinal necrosis. After Dong Zhao was injured, he only tied the wound with a cloak without any treatment at all.
"Go get the salt water and we need to clean the wound."
Salt water, the salt water used here is not made of distilled water, and the flushing effect is much smaller. For Dong Zhao's serious injury, just flushing is not enough. Emergency laparotomy is required to cut out the necrotic small intestine, and
Only by treating with antibiotics can there be a chance of survival.
Yang Mo turned to look at Old General Fan on the other bed.
One of General Fan's arms was about to fall off. Now he was holding it firmly with a cloth, but it was still bleeding.
To save General Fan, we must temporarily let go of Dong Zhao.
If you want to save Dong Zhao, you must return to Beijing immediately.
What should I do?
Yang Mo was distracted for a moment, and suddenly her hand seemed to be pulled by someone. She immediately woke up and lowered her head to meet Dong Zhao's eyes.
Ever since she met Dong Zhao, Dong Zhao had always been polite when looking at her, just like Shen Weiyan, with some respect and some concern. She was already familiar with this look, but this time Dong Zhao's eyes were more urgent and intense than usual.
, just looking at her blankly, looking directly into her eyes, as if they would never look away.
There is a flash of light in the eyes, deep, besides surprise, there is more joy, as if lost and found, I can't help but rejoice.
Yang Mo was startled and her heart suddenly jumped. What happened to Dong Zhao?
"Prince Dong," Yang Mo whispered, "can you hear my voice? Zhou Chengling rescued you, and now I want to treat your injuries."
Dong Shizi.
Her voice was still as crisp as ever.
Her face was still so clear, even if everything was far away from him, her face was still so clear. Ever since the moment she saved him last time, he had always seen her like this.
As long as she is around, everything else loses its color.
At that time, he knew that he must pursue her figure in this life.
When you see the person you like, your heart is not beating hard, nor is your heart racing, but everything is quiet and peaceful.
No matter he was happy or sad, when he saw her eyes, he always felt that everything was flowing so gently, like a warm current that could iron out all his sorrows and make him feel relaxed. This time when he came to Baoding and was besieged, he remembered
I don’t know how many times I thought of the safety of the imperial court, and how many times I thought of her.
Maybe I want her more time.
When he heard that she was going to marry Zhou Chengling, the spring in his heart suddenly dried up, and he seemed to be getting old.
It's really strange. Just like what his father said, Yang Molan just saved his life like an ordinary doctor. How could he be so unable to let go?
Yang Molan was a strange woman, and every move she made was so shocking. He had doubts about her at first, but then he slowly discovered her.
It is not easy for people to accept such a woman, but once accepted, it will be difficult to forget, because there will never be another woman in this world.
She is astonishing and unique.
He should have put aside his hesitation and given it a go.
Now he could only watch the only color in front of him getting further and further away from him.
He had to wait until this moment to figure it out.
People have to wait until the moment of death to know who the person they care about most is. The funny thing is that when they find out, they already feel regretful.
Time can withstand wasted time, but people cannot.
Dong Zhao's lips moved.
Yang Mo lowered her head and listened. She wanted to know if Dong Zhao was awake at this time.
"Is it a dream?" Dong Zhao said softly, "Is it because I'm reluctant to leave? I had such a dream. I... have regrets in this life... so... I'm reluctant to leave. I didn't... get married... but
I...have someone I like..." The person he should cherish for the rest of his life.
Looking at Dong Zhao's clear eyes for a moment, Yang Mo was stunned.
…
Mrs. Dong had not slept soundly for several nights in a row. As soon as she closed her eyes and slept for a while, it was as if someone had pricked her with a needle, and she immediately woke up with a fright.
"Madam," the mother who was in charge outside came into the room to report, "the Duke is back."
Mrs. Dong stood up in a hurry. She was too hasty and almost fell down. Fortunately, she held on to the low table next to her.
The steward's mother was also startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help Mrs. Dong. Only then did the master and servant walk into the yard. Wen Zhenggong Dong Ji had already walked towards her.
"My lord." Mrs. Dong burst into tears when she saw Dong Ji.
Dong Ji had a sullen expression and said nothing. When the couple sat down in the room, Dong Ji asked, "Is there any news from Baoding?"
Mrs. Dong shook her head, "No...no."
No.
Dong Ji's face looked very ugly.
"Master Guo, will our Zhao'er be fine? What should we do, Duke Guo..."
Dong Ji raised his eyes impatiently, "Why are you crying? You're crying before you know the situation. Civilians will die and soldiers will fight to the death. How many times have I told you, now it depends on whether Baoding can win the battle and whether Zhou Shiye can
return."
Mrs. Dong opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Master Guo is only thinking about Master Zhou?"
Dong Ji frowned, "You are a woman with long hair and short knowledge. The news from over there hasn't come yet. What you should really worry about is not whether your son can win the battle, but whether we are on the wrong team."
If Master Zhou dies, they will be in the wrong position.
Liu Yantian wrote several letters to him in the past few days. The emperor was determined to adopt a step-heir from the clan. If this was the case, the throne would never fall to Zhou Chengling.
Not only was his support in vain, but he would also become a thorn in Liu Yantian's side in the future.
Mrs. Dong seemed to not recognize Dong Ji anymore, "Master, what happened to you? How did you become like this in a few years?"
What will it become? Hearing these words, Dong Ji's blood surged and he looked at Mrs. Dong fiercely, "What do you know? I will hand over the family to you, how will you manage it? First, I raised a son who doesn't know how to make progress.
, always loses the battle, and then leads a witch to confuse him, causing chaos in the family. I told you that Yang is not a thing, do you think what happened to Mr. Zhou Shi after he married her? "
"A virtuous wife brings few misfortunes to her husband, don't you know this truth?"
Mrs. Dong's hands were trembling, "What's going on? Things are not going well with the clan. Grandma Ten even went to Baoding to treat wounded soldiers."
"What a woman can do is just to show off. Ultimately, he has brought shame on the clan. When he comes back to the capital, he doesn't know how he will be punished by the clan elders."
Mrs. Dong didn't know what was wrong with her husband. After she married into the Dong family, she felt that although the Duke of Guo had a bad temper, he was an upright man, fair and measured in his actions. However, in recent years, he had changed his appearance.
He was obsessed with following Zhou Chengling, but now he was shaken by a few letters from Liu Yantian.
Why it came out like this.
"My lord, what's wrong with you?"
Dong Ji's eyes widened, "I'm not here for you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of children crying from the corridor.
Mrs. Dong's heart skipped a beat. She turned around and saw a very beautiful woman wearing a bright green gown and a peacock fur standing outside the curtain. She was holding a child of several years old. The child was
He was watching Dong Ji cry.
This is the concubine that the Duke of Guo has taken outside.
Mrs. Dong's head felt like it had been run over by a car, with a buzzing pain.
"The Duke of Guo doesn't care about Zhao'er's life because he has an old man." Mrs. Dong only heard her own voice and couldn't tell what she was saying.
"What do you mean?" Dong Ji's voice was low.
Mrs. Dong didn't know what to say, especially since the woman standing outside had tears on her face and knelt down while holding her child.
So humbly begging her for forgiveness, what else could she say?
Mrs. Dong was standing frozen when the steward outside came in and reported, "Sir, good news from Baoding has arrived in Beijing. General Zhou won a great victory and even killed some grand master of the Tatar tribe."
Dong Ji suddenly stood up, "Then...has the prince made any military exploits?"