Although it was dark in the palace, the lights were still brightly lit.
Li Tong hurriedly exited the hall, and the four or five officials standing in the corridor stopped talking.
"Master Xiao Li, Your Highness..." an older official asked in a low voice.
Li Tong waved his hand and shook his head.
Everyone understands that this means that His Majesty is not in a good mood.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Li." Everyone whispered, thanking him for reminding him.
Only by understanding His Majesty's mood at this moment can they know what they can and cannot say, so as not to make one mistake that will lead to a mistake.
So sometimes don’t underestimate this reminder from even a look.
Back then, a high-ranking official offended a chamberlain, was misled by him, and said something he shouldn't have said, and was kicked out of the capital by the emperor from a third-rank official.
Li Tong hurriedly returned the courtesy respectfully and left.
Watching him leave, everyone showed a bit of admiration and envy on their faces.
The old Li family is really lucky. This child, who is young and honest, has won the favor of His Majesty.
There were several coughs coming from inside the door.
Everyone hurriedly regained their composure.
Then the palace door opened again.
"Sir, please come in." A eunuch came out and said.
Compared to Li Tong, his attitude is much more indifferent.
Everyone filed in.
Sitting on the high dragon chair, the emperor looked calm, with a slight smile on his lips. He was looking at the documents in his hand, and seemed not to have seen or heard these people coming in.
Everyone already knew that His Majesty was in a bad mood at this time, so no one dared to say anything and stood respectfully with their heads bowed.
"Look, look, Bailiu Pass has been lost...are all the people I raised useless?"
After a long time, the emperor's voice floated down from above his head.
Although the voice was very soft, everyone present felt as if something heavy was pressing down on him.
"I will die..." Everyone hurriedly bowed and said.
Before he finished speaking, there was a snap.
The document had been thrown to the ground by the emperor and fell to their feet.
"Don't be impatient, and don't rob. Those who fail to do their duty and those who lose will all die. Come one by one."
The emperor said coldly.
The officials below suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
The border war and the emperor's wrath quickly spread throughout the country, and all department officials became cautious to avoid causing trouble for the emperor at this time.
Dong Lin happily poured a glass of wine.
"Why are you so happy, sir?" Wu Shan asked cautiously.
Dong Lin immediately lowered his face.
"Who said I'm happy? How could I be happy?" he shouted with a stern face.
This kid is really short-sighted. The emperor is not happy now. You actually say that I am happy. Doesn't this make me unlucky?
Wu Shan was startled, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, and he bowed his head and left quietly.
It was time to send this kid away. Dong Lin breathed out angrily and his eyes fell on several memorials on the table.
In a few days, I will send these discounts...
Look, look, even God can't stand it.
Dong Lin couldn't help but smile, but quickly stopped it, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing the smoke and dust billowing outside the city gate, the soldiers on the city wall cheered.
"General Chang's reinforcements are coming!"
The generals who defended the city came out to welcome them, and everyone was very excited when they saw the army entering the city and the heavy loads of food and grass accompanying them.
Chang Yuncheng came galloping, surrounded by his generals. His armor was dim, his handsome face was haggard, and he hurriedly dismounted as he watched the crowd of people prostrate themselves head-on.
"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and raise the bill." He said straight to the point.
The crowds of people on the streets dispersed, and the soldiers who came to pick them up saw that in addition to the food and baggage, there were actually four vehicles following behind. These people were not wearing military uniforms, but were wearing white coats. They looked really weird, and they were looking at
, I saw a person jumping out from the car in front of me. She was also wearing a white shirt, but her figure was obviously that of a woman.
woman!
All the people in the city have fled. There is no one here except the soldiers, let alone women!
Before everyone could ask in surprise, gongs and drums sounded.
"The Tatars are coming!"
Everyone rushed away and no one paid attention to them anymore.
"Put up the tent!" Qi Yue shouted loudly.
Accompanied by chaotic responses, several auxiliary soldiers quickly pulled off the wooden stakes, ropes and tents from the car. After several times of running in, from the initial rush to now, everyone is busy and not in a hurry, as if in the blink of an eye.
Three tents were set up in the open space in the city. The white tents and large red characters were particularly conspicuous.
At the same time, auxiliary soldiers rushed into the houses on both sides of the street.
"The wounded soldiers are to be placed and requisitioned!" they shouted loudly.
A flag with the same label "medical" was slapped on the door.
While the tent was being set up, each of the fifteen disciples had already carried their medicine boxes, their arms and waists were densely wrapped with strips of cloth of various colors. Behind them, a dozen auxiliary soldiers lifted up the stretcher.
"Quick, quick." Hu San shouted loudly.
"Pay attention to safety!" Qi Yue shouted loudly.
The disciples responded in unison and lined up towards the city gate.
"The operating room is ready." Ah Hao shouted with a loud voice.
Qi Yue looked away from the direction where the disciples left and raised her hand.
"Prepare for surgery." She said, and she entered a tent first, which was marked with the word "medical" in red.
Zhang Tong and Liu Pucheng have already put on gloves and masks.
"Master, let me take charge of the second-level injuries this time." Zhang Tong shouted.
Liu Pucheng glanced at him, nodded, and entered the tent marked with the green word "medical".
Crossbow arrows fell like rain.
Four or five auxiliary soldiers rushed forward with shields and tore off the two injured soldiers.
Qiao Minghua rushed over and neatly cut open the wounded soldier's clothes. He was very familiar with these arrow wounds. Large and heavy arrows with several blood grooves penetrated deeply into the soldier's body. Such large wounds did not even need to be sutured.
He couldn't suture it, so he quickly sprinkled the powder on it, and the blood immediately washed away the powder. Qiao Minghua picked up the knife and opened the wound of the wounded soldier three times or twice. With a hissing and lung-splitting howl, the wounded soldiers were all over the ground.
Rolling.
This kind of pain is a hundred times more painful than an arrow wound.
The auxiliary soldiers and military doctors were all busy, and there was no extra manpower to suppress the wounded soldiers. Qiao Minghua's treatment was interrupted. As usual, he pounced on him again without saying anything, pulled out the arrowhead, and wrapped the wound with cloth.
The blood still poured out.
"Carry it down." Qiao Minghua said.
Because more wounded soldiers have arrived.
As for the wounded soldier who is still bleeding, even if the treatment is completed, whether he can save his life after being carried off depends on his luck.
At this moment, something seemed to change around me.
A wounded soldier was dragged down. When Qiao Minghua was about to get up, someone rushed over first.
Qiao Minghua looked sideways and was stunned.
This was not his familiar companion, but a strange young man.
Wearing a conspicuous white shirt, with red hoops on his arms, his mouth and nose were covered by white cloth, his eyes were focused and his movements were agile.
What he does is the same as himself, but different.
He also applied a bandage to stop the bleeding, but instead of pulling out the arrowhead, he took out a bottle with a spout and sprayed water on it, and quickly tied it on. The bandage was made of white cloth that was wide and dense, and finally there was a strange wooden stick, which he twisted hard twice.
Next, the gushing blood suddenly became smaller.
The young man finally pulled off the yellow cloth strip from his waist, tied it to the wounded soldier's arm, and rushed to the next one again.
The auxiliary soldiers behind him picked up the wounded soldier and left.
This is…
Qiao Minghua was stunned for a moment.
"Sir, who is this?" A military doctor asked in surprise, "Is he a requisitioned doctor?"
Qiao Minghua stopped talking. He thought of something, his eyes were surprised. He stood up slowly, and then he saw many such men rushing around under the long city wall.
They are easy to identify, they are all wearing white clothes and red hoops.
"Master Zhou, Master Zhou, look, look," a soldier shouted loudly.
Zhou Maochun, who was also put on armor, was not happy.
"What are you looking at? Are you looking at how my daughter was killed by that bastard?" He shouted loudly and glared at the soldier, "Go down and bring my daughter up right now!"
The soldiers ignored it and just looked at the bottom of the city wall.
"Sir, it's so beautiful how they save people," the soldier murmured.
Zhou Maochun was even more angry.
nice?!
When does it look good to save people?
There was nothing to see. The few times he had seen it along the way had made him angry to death.
There is such a fuss and chaos, how can you be better than those military doctors! It is simply embarrassing! It is of no use! What is so rare about these battlefield injuries! He is a doctor, no, everyone can do it!
A waste of time! A waste of life!
Zhou Maochun looked at it angrily, and then he was stunned.
They were white figures one after another. They moved quickly, bandaged them quickly, and carried them away quickly. The speed was so fast that it made people dizzy and suffocated.
Why is it different from the previous times?
How could it be so fast!
How could it be so fast!
How did it change so quickly?!
The defender of the city wall also discovered it.
"Who are those people?" he asked, rarely distracted.
"It's the doctor brought by General Chang." the soldiers replied.
"Doctor?" the guard asked with a frown, "Why does it look so weird..."
As he spoke, he lowered his gaze and looked down from the city wall, gradually looking surprised.
Why do the actions of these doctors look so...
familiar…
It was deliberately trained, just like the formation of troops. It seemed chaotic, but it was extremely regular.
Others may not be able to see it, but as a general, he can see it at a glance.
Doctor? He has never seen such kind of medical treatment...
Did they not treat these wounded soldiers at all? They just carried them off after they had passed them?
But when the auxiliary soldiers passed by carrying the stretcher, everyone still found that the wounded soldiers on the stretcher had been bandaged. Looking further away, you could see that these stretchers were gathering in one direction like running water. There were three camps clearly visible, and
These stretchers seemed to be in chaos, but they entered different camps in an orderly manner.
The busy soldiers and doctors among them couldn't see it, but standing on the city wall and looking down from a high position, one could clearly see what kind of scene these white people created.
They don’t look like humans! They look like flowing water! Constantly flowing water! Flowing water everywhere! Fast-moving water!
The white water flowing behind the battlefield! It keeps flowing! It brings the hope of life to those injured and passing lives!
"My lord, my lord, look!" Several military doctors were stunned. They forgot what they had to do and stared blankly at the white figures around them, and couldn't help shouting.
Qiao Minghua also looked at these people blankly.
When did that seemingly chaotic exercise turn into this?
In other words, those seemingly ridiculous exercises turned out to be like this on the battlefield...
Dazzled!
That kind of rhythm, that kind of coordination, that kind of smoothness!
It seems that no matter how many wounded soldiers there are, they can treat them easily!
At this bloody and cruel moment, a strange word that shouldn't have appeared in Qiao Minghua's numb mind.
Flowing clouds and flowing water!
Qiao Minghua's body was trembling, and his pores were open.
Look!
Look!
Look!
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The update will be changed to around 2:00 noon. If there is an additional update, it will be in the evening. (To be continued)
