Wang Shichang looked at Cao Xing with deep meaning, and seeing that he was not cheating, he shook his hands and bowed to the end: "Tun Chang is really benevolent and righteous!" Jiuyuan Wang Xiao is willing to worship the chief of the tun as the lord, and hopes to take it in! ”

As soon as he heard the word lord, he was still a little uncomfortable with Cao Xing at the end of the Han Dynasty, and suddenly he was like being beaten with chicken blood, his eyes were full of stars, and his waist was unconsciously straight: "Okay!" Good! Good! Don't seek to live together! Just seek to share the joys and sorrows! ”

The two held hands and encouraged each other a few words, and Cao Xing said some disinfection methods and bandaging methods that he had learned in his previous life, and soil treatment of gold sores.

As soon as he heard that Cao Xing was accommodating the seriously wounded who were about equal to the deceased in this era, the person in charge of the wounded barracks, regarded Cao Xing as a fool in his heart, fully supported and cooperated in action, and stuffed all the seriously injured to Wang Xiao, covering some lightly injured who were seriously injured.

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In front of the hospital bed, Cao Xuan asked with concern: "Brother! You okay! ”

"Out of the way! I just got a knife in the back! Can't die! Cao Yong endured the pain and pretended to answer casually.

The two were greeting each other, and a herald ran over, looking at Cao Xuan with fiery eyes: "Report!" Chief Cao Tun, the general is invited! ”

Although it was thrilling, but fortunately, I successfully combined my memory, I didn't expect that I came to the period of heroes, or the Yellow Turban Uprising, which is now the captain of Hanoi, and Hao Meng, who is also a member of the Eight Warriors in the future, asked me to do?

Cao Xing thought about it inwardly, looked at the herald who happened to know him with a kind face, and followed the habitual response in his previous life: "Okay, thank you Brother Wang!" ”

The herald surnamed Wang raised his head suddenly, looked at Cao Xuan flatteredly, the heat in his eyes became more and more intense, and he responded tremblingly: "Yes!" ”

Seeing the other party like this, and thinking of the military man he had just met, Cao Xing couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In ancient times, when there was a clear distinction between the noble and the lowly, a little respect for the attitude of the subordinates often gained infinite favor.

If it comes, it will be safe, the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, I Cao Xing is here, the miserable Wuhu Chaohua, to hell!

Cao Xing walked quickly to the city gate tower with the herald surnamed Wang, and when he saw Hao Meng, the superior of the armor Cheng Liang, he instinctively wanted to salute.

But he was still in a hurry, and was stopped by the other party waving his hand, his face was not cold Hao Meng, and he said: "I've seen Zuo Gong first!" ”

Cao Xuan looked at the white-faced civil official next to him, thinking about the identity of the other party, and bowed respectfully on his face: "Humble Cao Xing, I've seen Zuo Gong!" ”

Seeing that the other party was poorly dressed and fighting on the battlefield, without even a decent battle armor, Zuo Feng's last hope of making a fortune was shattered, like driving away flies, he waved his hand disgustingly, and said in a sharp voice: "Kill two generals in a row and repel the enemy army, the credit is worth scrutinizing!" ”

Isn't this familiar's voice the voice of a eunuch on TV? Thinking that the other party is so disabled, and seeing the other party doing this, Cao Xing, who was bombarded by the Internet in his previous life, doesn't know what the other party means.

Thinking about the other party's surname Zuo again, I couldn't help but think of the eunuch Zuo Feng who asked Lu Zhi for a bribe, Cao Xing sighed in his heart, this kind of person has this hobby left, and the eunuch is the emperor's slave to put it bluntly.

The high point of the position, such as Zuo Feng's small yellow gate of 600 stones, is okay, and you can still enjoy fine clothes and jade food, but it is more than the middle yellow door of 100 stones, or even lower, and you will be left with a lifetime of slavery.

Even if it is the ten permanent servants with infinite scenery on the surface, whether it is life or death, but in the emperor's thoughts.

How to say that he is a human being in two lives, coupled with sixteen years of life experience in this body, nearly fifty years of life experience, so that Cao Xuan can control his expression very well.

As if he didn't see Zuo Feng's disgust and Hao Meng's coldness, he said complimentally: "I have admired Zuo Gong's name for a long time, dare to ask Zuo Gong's residence?" We will be visiting soon! ”

"Huh! Very good, very good! Seeing that the other party was like this, Zuo Feng, who didn't hold out any hope, sneered, but didn't mention a word about his residence.

With a thin and wrinkled face and eyes that despise everything, Cao Xing felt obscene no matter how he looked at it, and he retreated respectfully with interest.

Zuo Feng and Hao Meng didn't even look at them as if they were treating the slave and retreated, and continued to talk between the two, and they hated Cao Xuan even more because they wasted time.

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Cao Xuan returned to the camp tent, first went to see the sudden more than 200 seriously injured people, under Wang Xiao's organization, he was cleaning and treating the wounds of the wounded in an orderly manner, using the method he said, and couldn't help nodding secretly.

The seriously wounded who were in a state of abandonment saw the soldiers who were in full swing to govern themselves, and their hopes were rekindled.

Cao Xing comforted every seriously injured person with a good voice, persuading him to persevere, teaching bandaging here, teaching how to reduce fever there, and inviting the most talkative and kind-hearted people in the tun to serve as psychological counseling to soothe the psychology of the seriously injured.

The wound of the original white man who was seriously wounded had already suppurated, and he was too busy to have time to suck pus directly with his mouth.

The white man watched Cao Xing spit out foul-smelling pus from his mouth, far away from his hometown, who had been in turmoil since he was a child, and had experienced a hundred battles, and couldn't help but shed tears silently.

His enthusiasm, care, love, and sincerity infect every seriously injured person.

The camp tent, which was filled with pain and wailing, slowly quieted down, and even the wounded who died after ineffective rescue had a little peace on their faces.

Simple bandaging and disinfection, a small amount of poor gold sore medicine, but treating more than 200 experienced and precious and elite seriously injured people after recovery, Cao Xing's heart seems to be like a knife:

"That's all there is to it! Unwilling! ”

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Two Dubo, nine chiefs, stood on either side (one chief was killed in battle), and Cao Xuan sat on the main seat and commanded:

"Bring the yellow scarf and come up."

After speaking, Cao Xuan unfolded a blank parchment roll, took out a brush and began to wave it, and got busy again.

Scratching his head and ears from time to time, his expression is solemn and serious.

Sima Lei Gong, the Yellow Turban Army, who was tied up with five flowers, stood under the hall and did not notice it.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Lei Gong wanted to be angry several times, but he endured it.

But the other party was still waving his pen at first, but what was angry was that in the end, Cao Xing simply looked at the sheepskin curls in a daze, his brows were sometimes stretched, sometimes wrinkled, and his expression was like opening a spice shop, and the five flavors were mixed.

Just when the legs and feet of everyone standing in the hall were numb, their mouths were dry, and Lei Gong's anger burned to the peak, and his face turned red.

"Whew~"

Cao Xing exhaled a long breath of turbidity, lifted the brush that had been put aside for a long time again, and circled it freely, as if he was relaxed.

Looking up, the flushed sunset shone into the camp tent, and the crumbling subordinates standing one by one in the hall, Lei Gong, whose face was purple, didn't have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery, Cao Xuan hurriedly threw away his pen and ran down quickly.

I didn't know that I had bent over for too long, and I hadn't been idle for a while since I came down from the battlefield, my whole body was too heavy, and I fell to the ground when I stumbled, and the copywriter was knocked over, just on Cao Xing's head, and his subordinates hurriedly stepped forward to help.