He Shixian sent his own soldiers to send Shen Jia to the hospital in the south of the city, and when he said goodbye to Shen Jia, He Shixian specially told Shen Jia to wait for Shen Jia's affairs to be done and come to the military camp to find him. At the end of the www.biquge.info pen "Fun" pavilion, He Shixian still stared at Shen Jia thoughtfully.

Because of the tight war, Langzhong in the city was sent to the military camp. After He Shixian was injured, he could only return to the barracks for treatment.

Wen Qing is a woman, and according to the military law of the Ming Dynasty, she is not allowed to enter the barracks, so she can only be transferred to the nearest Chengnan Medical Center and wait for Lang Zhong to come back.

Wen Qing's neck and cheeks were covered in blood after being injured, and she looked terrifying. Before leaving the cabin, Shen Jia checked her breathing and heartbeat, and it was still steady and powerful, but she was out of proportion at that time, and she only wanted to go out to find someone for treatment. At this time, the mentality gradually returned to normal, and then I remembered that there were medicines for transportation to the border guards in the cabin, and there should be no shortage of medicines for the treatment of surgical wounds. But at this time, since Lang Zhong has been invited, let's take a look at what the medical level of China in the Ming Dynasty was.

Not long after, Shen Jia was taken to the Chengnan Medical Center, and after He Shixian's personal soldiers left, Shen Jia didn't care about observing the other patients in the lobby, so he went directly to the back hall under the guidance of others.

After crossing a small road and passing the Moon Gate, a blue brick roof facing south, standing in the middle, facing two small vermilion lacquer doors with two rusty iron rings. Entering the house, there is a large wooden screen on the right and a moon door in the middle.

Looking sideways, a woman in a moon-white dress was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, washing Wen Qing with a wet handkerchief. Standing next to her was a little girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old in a blue jacket, carrying a basin of water.

Shen Jia arrived at the Moon Gate and coughed softly, and the woman in the middle turned around, with a faint flush on her face.

The woman had clear and bright pupils, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her fair and flawless skin showed a faint red pink, and her lips were as delicate as rose petals.

What a beautiful little girl, Shen Jia sighed secretly. Shen Jia's psychological age is still at the age of 25 years old, and he unconsciously classifies the two fifteen or sixteen-year-old women in front of him as ignorant little girls.

For the first time, Shen Jia couldn't help but be a little curious when he saw a woman in classical costume at such a close distance. According to the communication habits of later generations, he used unscrupulous eyes to look up and down the woman in front of him.

The woman in the middle still looked shy just now, but at this time, her face was slowly covered with a layer of frost. The maid next to her was even more angry, and directly blocked in front of Shen Jia, pointing at him and shouting: "You disciple, is this where you came, don't you get out quickly." ”

"Little Peach... The woman in the middle dragged an accent and glanced at the maid sideways, then turned around and said coldly: "This son, this is the inner courtyard, please move to the front hall." ”

After that, the woman in the middle stared at Shen Jia, as if he was going to call someone if he didn't leave.

Shen Jia knew that the woman had misunderstood him, and hurriedly said, "This girl, I am Wen Qing's senior brother." Shen Jia pointed to Wen Qing who was lying on the bed.

The woman glanced at Wen Qing who was lying on the bed, Wen Qing's strange style of clothes was similar to the man in front of her, and the woman immediately believed seven or eight points.

"Oh, I see, the little girl is reckless, please forgive the child" The woman gave a blessing and stood aside.

Shen Jia nodded at the woman to express his gratitude, and then walked to the bed and saw Wen Qing lying flat. The blood on her face had been cleaned, and there was a two-centimeter tear on the right side of her head. Although the blood around the wound had begun to clot, there was still a trace of blood coming out.

Looking at Wen Qing, who was unconscious, Shen Jia couldn't help but feel a knife in his heart. He was thrown into this strange world and survived, he was also an orphan in another world, no matter where he went, at most he was lonely.

But dragging Wen Qing, who was about to prepare for an engagement in another world, made him feel deeply guilty.

In addition to the reason that Wen Qing taught her flight training, this senior sister often brings some exquisite food from her home to share with him and her comrades. Wen Qing is very popular with her comrades-in-arms, and everyone never calls her an instructor, but a senior sister. Although they had only been together for three months before, their warm and cheerful personality and serious teaching attitude made him admire this senior sister very much.

At the moment when the senior sister was injured, Shen Jia even came up with the idea of bearing all this instead of the senior sister.

Therefore, when Shen Jia walked out of the cabin door and stepped into this strange world, he decided to swap identities and say that his senior sister was his junior sister. In most of the times, male identity is in a strong position, and it is more beneficial for her to change the identity of her senior sister.

Although the senior sister is three years older than him, when crossing the whirlpool, the age of him and the senior sister has returned to the age of fourteen or fifteen years old, and people who don't know their actual mental age can't tell which of them is older and younger at the moment.

Shen Jia's sad expression was fully seen by the woman next to her, she didn't squeak, but looked at him quietly. It didn't seem appropriate to stay in my heart, and I was about to beckon the maid to leave, but I didn't want to meet a man in his fifties, not tall, dressed in green clothes.

The woman hurriedly blessed herself and said, "Uncle He is good"

"Oh, Shihan came to help again, so well-behaved and kind, I don't know whose son is blessed."

"Uncle He...."The woman stomped her feet and looked shy.

Uncle He laughed and told Shihan not to leave first. He already knew that the injured person was a woman, men and women were very defensive, and there were many inconveniences, and with Wu Shihan here, many troubles could be easily solved.

After the girl named Shihan got out of the way, Uncle He saw that there was a man sitting next to the bed in front of him, looking at the injured person in a daze. Uncle He's beard trembled instantly, which was a manifestation of his extreme anger.

"Uncle He, the injured person is the younger sister of this son."

Shen Jia sobered up, and hurriedly bowed to Uncle He: "In Xia Shen Jia, this is my junior sister Wen Qing, who has been a brother and sister since she was a child, and I also ask Uncle He for treatment." ”

Uncle He didn't reply to him, but snorted heavily. Shen Jia's intimate and ambiguous actions just now were all in the eyes of Uncle He, and the young people who were now in his heart were really indecent, and they were like this in public.

Uncle He walked to the bed and began to stretch out his head and begin to examine Wen Qing's wounds.

The girl called Shihan walked up to Shen Jia, blessed her body, and said, "Don't mind the son, Uncle Wu has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, and he is like that to everyone." ”

"Thank you girl for helping me round the field just now, my sister's blood has been cleaned, presumably it was also the girl's doing, thank you for your kindness, Shen Jia will repay the girl's kindness one day."

"Shen Gongzi doesn't have to be polite, my surname is Wu."

Shen Jia knew that this girl's name was Wu Shihan. Today I met two people surnamed Wu, one was vulgar and funny, and the other was polite and gentle. After greeting each other, Shen Jia smiled bitterly in his heart, and said in his heart that it was really difficult to learn to speak like in the TV series, as well as to give gifts.

Turning his head and seeing Uncle Wu rubbing his hands and feet, Shen Jia hurriedly said: "Uncle He, my sister and I have returned from overseas, and we are not bound by secular etiquette, and I also ask Uncle Wu to diagnose and listen to the pulse." ”

Uncle He suddenly regained his composure when he heard this, grabbed Wen Qing's right hand and began to take the pulse. Shen Jia said in his heart Fortunately, he had read Journey to the West, and there was a fragment of the diagnosis of the pulse of the suspensory filament. This Journey to the West was written in the Ming Dynasty, and presumably the false Taoists of the Ming Dynasty may have carried this forward to the extreme, otherwise it would not be recorded in the Journey to the West.

Not long after, Uncle He instructed Wu Shihan's maid to clean the wound again. When he was done, he applied the hemostatic medicine he had brought to Wen Qing's wound. Uncle He found some white gauze and planned to bandage the wound.

Shen Jia thought that there was a roll of bandages brought down from the plane in his pocket, so he hurriedly handed it over and said, "Uncle He, please use this bandage." ”

Uncle He glanced at Shen Jia, his nose was pressed to the bandage, and a strong smell of wine came to his nose. Seeing that Uncle He was a little suspicious, Shen Jia hurriedly said: "This is my family's ancestral bandage for hemostasis, please don't worry about Uncle He." ”

Uncle He nodded, didn't ask more, handed the bandage to Wu Shihan's maid, and instructed her to bandage it. Wu Shihan's maid probably had some experience in bandaging, and after a while, Wen Qing's head was wrapped in a white bandage.

Uncle He said to Shen Jia in a deep voice: "Shen Gongzi, it is not a big problem to make the wound of the junior sister, but she has been injured so far and is unconscious, this is the troublesome place." ”

"Is there a way for Uncle Wu to be cured?"

"There is no good way for this old man, some people may be in a coma for several months without waking up, and some people can wake up in two or three hours, which varies from person to person."

Shen Jia thought that his brain had been hit hard, and there were many people who had become vegetative in his previous life, and he was not reluctant at the moment, but just quietly looked at Wen Qing who was lying flat, with a look of unwillingness. After all, she is still so young, can she finish the rest of her life?

Uncle He and Wu Shihan had some family thoughts, and suddenly remembered that it seemed that this Shen Gongzi was the young man who was said to fly in a "chicken" in today's military camp. Looking at the handsome young man with clear eyebrows and a high nose, Uncle He couldn't help asking: "You are driving a 'chicken' outside the city today, when I came back from the barracks, I heard that the flying chicken is more than ten feet high, and it is easy to find ghosts and ghosts, and it has the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth. ”

Uncle He stroked his beard and laughed.

Wu Shihan and the maid didn't know what a flying chicken was at this time, and when they heard what Uncle He said, they all looked at Shen Jia together.

Shen Jia lowered his head, scratched his ears and cheeks, and said in his heart, it was really sad to be looked at as a monkey.

Uncle He finally got idle, and turned into a gossip grandmother next door, telling Wu Shihan and the maid how the flying chicken made a big splash outside the city.

Shen Jia listened to the exaggerated descriptions of the ancients, and couldn't help but blush. The two little girls were stunned by the old man's story, and looked back at him from time to time.

Everyone chatted for a while, and Shen Jia learned that Wu Shihan's father was called Wu Yuzhang, and he and Uncle He were old acquaintances. Wu Shihan's father was a grocer, buying dried furs from the Northeast every winter and spring, mainly cattle and sheep skins from Mongolia and animal skins from local hunters, and making leather armor, quivers and some noble clothes such as cloaks, daqi and mink fur in his spare time. Sometimes, ginseng and medicinal herbs are also purchased and sold to Uncle Ho's pharmacy. Because Wu Yuzhang is modest and kind, and the price is fair, he is very respected by Uncle He.

Uncle He's son has already left the school and opened a pharmacy in Liaoyang Mansion. On weekdays, Uncle He and his wife, as well as two apprentices, are at home at home, and life is a bit monotonous.

Wu Yuzhang was sick last time, so he asked his daughter to come to the pharmacy to pick up medicine, and met Uncle He's wife. He saw that this girl was handsome and polite, so he instructed Wu Shihan to come and walk around often.

Since Wu Shihan's mother died of illness the year before last, Wu Shihan was grief-stricken and once wanted her father to send her back to her hometown in Yangzhou. Later, he became ill due to excessive grief, and his father and brother were busy at home, so the matter was slowly delayed.

He's words made her feel that life was like suddenly opening a window, and there was someone to chat with on weekdays, because of this, the two families had more interactions on weekdays.

A few days ago, Wu Shihan's father and eldest brother went out of the city to a nearby town to buy the last batch of goods this spring, and neither of them has returned yet. In the past few years, many merchants have fled the area, causing local prices to skyrocket. And some other businessmen, it is precisely because they see that small investments can obtain huge profits, so they risk their lives to stay, Wu Yuzhang is such a person.

Although the businessman has a wide range of interpersonal relationships, it is even more difficult for Wu Shihan, who almost never shows up in front of people, to inquire about the situation outside the city. Yesterday, I heard that because of the tight war, Uncle He was also summoned to the military camp to treat the wounded. Wu Shihan came over today to take the opportunity of Uncle He to go to the barracks and ask Uncle He to help her inquire about the situation outside the city.

"Girl, alas, today I went to the camp, I heard that Zhu Wanliang, the defender of Jifeng Fort, fled without a fight, and the towns around Jifeng Fort were looted by the Tartars.

"Ah, any news from my father?"

"I asked an acquaintance, but no"

Wu Yuzhang went to the town near Jifengbao a few days ago, and he should have arrived home a long time ago. Shen Jia looked up, just in time to see a series of tears sliding silently from Wu Shihan's white cheeks, she didn't cry, and let the tears roll down to the ground.

"Miss, don't be sad, the old man and the young master are auspicious, and they will definitely be able to return safely" The maid Xiaotao is a clever little girl, and when she sees that the young lady is sad, she keeps persuading her.

In Shen Jia's previous life, he didn't fall in love with a girl well, and even when he broke up, he didn't have the painful feeling that others said. After graduating from college, he went to serve in the army for another three years, and he had no chance to contact girls.

At this time, Shen Jia looked at Wu Shihan with pear blossoms and rain, except for being in a hurry, there was no way at all.

"Girl, today's big victory outside the city, it is said that more than a thousand Tartar heads will be beheaded, I estimate that if I want to do it again, the Tartars will retreat."

He Lao Bo paused, glanced at Shen Jia next to him, and said, "I think your father and brother may be trapped outside the city temporarily, and as soon as the Tartars retreat, your father and daughter will be able to see each other." ”

"yes, yes, I think so." Shen Jia hurriedly followed.

Wu Shihan's tears lasted for a while and then stopped, crying in front of people was not what she wanted. The persuasion of everyone made her feel a little at ease, and now it can only be like this for the time being.