Feng Jiuer promised not to leave, and Long Shiyi's anxious heart calmed down, so much so that he ate three large bowls of rice in one go.
After dinner, Long Shiyi took Jianyi and Feng Jiuer to choose horses, and the three of them went to the treatment camp.
The situation in the treatment camp was more severe than Feng Jiuer imagined.
The soldiers' injuries have stabilized for the time being, but many are still in danger of losing their lives at any time.
"Jiu'er, you're here."
In the tent camp, Shen Ronger was feeding the people lying on the wooden boards.
When everyone saw Feng Jiuer coming in, they all wanted to get up, but many people couldn't get up at all.
"No need to be polite."
Feng Jiuer said softly and walked in.
"Miss Jiu'er."
"Miss Jiu'er."
The soldiers who could speak shouted respectfully.
Some people can only roll their eyes and cannot even speak.
Feng Jiuer swallowed away her sadness, came to Shen Ronger and sat down.
"Don't move!"
She gently touched the injured soldier's shoulder.
The soldier was no longer excited, but his eyes still rolled from time to time.
"Jiu'er, he was stabbed in the heart, we..." Shen Ronger swallowed harder and couldn't continue.
She has lived in a village since she was a child. After following Feng Jiuer, her life has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Even though the battle has been going on for a long time, Shen Ronger still cannot see through life and death.
Whenever someone gets hurt or dies, she feels particularly uncomfortable.
"Let me see."
Feng Jiuer looked at the soldiers with a solemn expression.
She untied his clothes and saw that the bandaged wound was still oozing blood. She immediately took out a silver needle and inserted it into several acupuncture points near the soldier's wound.
"Medicine box, gauze, quick!"
While Feng Jiuer spoke, he began to untie the bandages on the soldiers.
There are people from Tianji Hall in every military camp, and the person in charge here is Leng Xuepiao.
Feng Jiuer looked at the well-bandaged wounds and felt a little comforted in her heart.
"Jiu'er, medicine box."
Shen Ronger knelt and sat aside.
"You handled the wound well!"
Feng Jiuer comforted softly.
It is to comfort Shen Ronger, and it is also to comfort the soldiers who are lying unable to speak or move.
"It's just that we can't stop his bleeding."
Shen Ronger whispered.
"Don't be afraid! The bleeding has stopped."
Feng Jiuer gave the soldier a firm look.
When she lifted off the last piece of gauze on the soldier's wound, Shen Ronger was surprised that the blood was really not gushing out.
Jiu'er is really powerful and can do what others can't! Feng Jiu'er sutured the soldier's wound and re-bandaged it.
With the help of his brother, the soldier sat up and Feng Jiuer gave him exercises to heal his injuries.
Two quarters of an hour later, the soldier was not only able to speak, but could also sit upright on his own.
Seeing such changes, everyone has hope in their hearts.
Some people continued to feed the soldiers, and Feng Jiuer led everyone to continue treating other injured soldiers.
Soon, the entire lifeless military tent came back to life.
"Everyone must have confidence in themselves."
Feng Jiuer stood behind the curtain of the military tent and knocked on the door of his heart with his bloody fist.
"I, Feng Jiu'er, am here and I sincerely thank the so-called brothers who have given so much."
"As long as you help me regain my country, I guarantee that we will be blessed together in the future!"
"Long live Miss Jiu'er!"
a soldier yelled.
All the soldiers shouted in unison: "Long live Miss Jiu'er!"
"Have a good rest."
Feng Jiuer nodded lightly, turned around, opened the curtain and left.
There are Uncle Nine Emperors and everyone in the war zone. She seems to be needed even more here!
