"What, why are they all sent here?" Zhao Fan asked.

You must know that there were not many doctors in this army, and now they all came to save Tao Ying.

"No, no, let them go back quickly."

"No, they went back, so what about our lord?" The crane in the cloud said on the side.

"The lord is in danger, but he can't have so many people, isn't there still no way to do it now?" Zhao Fan said a little excitedly.

Although he also cares about Tao Ying the same, he can't let go of the injured soldiers.

"There's no way, there's no way, but there are a lot of people who can always come up with a way." The crane in the cloud said unrelentingly.

"And what about our soldiers? Is it just like seeing death and not being saved? Aren't our soldiers human! Zhao Fan said loudly.

Usually, Zhao Fan rarely gets angry with his own people, but at this time he burst out with a great aura.

Although the crane in the cloud is usually very cowardly, he has already gone up at this time.

Just as he was about to refute, the demon capital Lu Feng walked in from the outside first.

"Oh, don't quarrel, I think it's better to let the doctor go to see the soldiers, and the two of us can take care of it." He played a round.

The crane in the clouds chirped, and the last words were not spoken.

"Hmph, if Tao Ying dies, I'll see who you're fighting for." Yun Zhonghe thought to himself.

Soon, Zhao Fan took the rest of the doctors and rushed to the direction of the military camp.

And in Tao Ying's room, only one doctor remained.

Although it has no effect, it can also take care of Tao Ying.

"I said what to do, the lord is now in a coma, he won't have any problems." The crane in the cloud asked.

At this time, the doctor had already been separated by the two of them, and now only the two of them were left in the room.

"I'll take a look." Demon Capital Lu Feng walked to the bed first.

I saw that Tao Ying's face was pale, and even his breathing was very weak.

"Looks like I got my head." Demon Capital Lu Fengxian said.

"Why not, it looks like it should be a slight concussion, but I don't know if it hurt the internal organs." The crane in the cloud said.

"Do we have any equipment here, and it would be bad if we became fools by then."

"Yes, after all, we are not doctors, and there is no way, so Socrates has no bottom and is not there."

"Oh no!" Demon Capital Lu Fengxian said suddenly.

At this time, Tao Ying's body began to shine, but his forehead was very hot.

"What's going on?" The crane in the cloud also hurriedly walked over.

"It looks like a fever, could it be because the wound is infected?" Demon Capital Lu Fengxian said.

But they checked it again and found that Tao Ying did not have any external injuries, most of them were internal injuries.

On Zhao Fan's side, the situation of the wounded soldiers was not much better.

"Quick, get some soldiers and help them." Zhao Fan said to his own soldiers.

They made use of the courtyard of a large house, which was filled with wounded people.

The only few doctors were shuttling back and forth in the courtyard.

Although some of them are highly skilled in medicine, they are simply not busy.

"General, I beg you, save my brother." At this time, a soldier ran in front of Zhao Fan, rolling and crying.

"What are you doing!"

At this time, Zhao Fan's personal soldiers rushed forward and wanted to stop this person.

"It's okay, you can take me to see it."

This person took Zhao Fan to the innermost room.

When Zhao Fan entered, he was stunned by the scene inside.

Because this room is full of seriously wounded people, in the eyes of the doctors, they belong to those who have been abandoned.

It's not that they don't have any medical ethics, it's because these people are so badly injured.

And medical resources are very limited, and they have to give up these people in order to treat those who are slightly injured.

"People! Where have the doctors gone! Zhao Fan shouted loudly.

He listened to the wails of these people, and looked at the blood stains that slowly flowed all over the ground, and his heart burned with anger.

Just then, a doctor ran in.

"General, I'm here."

Zhao Fan didn't talk to him, and directly lifted him up.

"General, what are you?" The doctor asked.

Although all this came suddenly, the doctor did not panic at all.

"What are you doing, the patient in this room, why don't you save it?" Zhao Fan asked word by word.

"They... There are still a lot of wounded people out there, and we really can't keep it busy. The doctor wiped his sweat and said.

Some of the wounded soldiers heard the movement and looked in this direction.

"No! None of my soldiers can give up! ”

"Yes, General, I'll call a doctor right away." The doctor said with numb eyes.

Although they had a lot of soldiers to help, they had no medical knowledge.

Some of them are quick with their hands and feet, and they may be able to fight with each other, but some of them are on the side, completely adding to their trouble.

"They are brothers who went to war with me, I don't want them to die alone, you don't understand!"

"I understand, I'll do it right away." The doctor nodded.

No matter what Zhao Fan said, the doctor's heart was very clear.

Because if you don't care about what they do, these seriously injured patients are dying people, and what they do is in vain.

Zhao Fan is doing this way, just because he wants these people to feel at ease, and he wants to put himself at ease.

Soon, another doctor ran in with several soldiers.

But they had nothing to do in the face of the wounded soldiers who had broken their hands and feet.

If you want to say that there is no such thing as medicine now, there is no such thing as surgery, so they are completely unable to face this situation.

"Ahh ~”

"Doctor, please save me!"

Wherever they went, the wounded next to them would pull them in pain.

And there are many people who have no time to cry bitterly, and they have no voice.

"I'm sorry for you!" Zhao Fan muttered.

Watching a man with a living life slowly die by his side.

Zhao Fan's eyes slowly moistened, and the scene here was like hell on earth, which shocked his heart.

He knows that war is terrible, and he knows that war is cruel.

But like this kind of former comrades-in-arms, dying by his side one by his side, is the thing that he can't stand the most.

With the arrival of the doctor, not only was he not able to heal a seriously wounded person.

And as more and more people died, many people lost their voices in the cries for help.

"General, there's a team of men from outside the city." At this moment, a soldier ran in and said.

"There's a team? Has anyone found out who it is? Zhao Fan asked.

He didn't know who these people were, because he hadn't heard of reinforcements from them.

"Reinforcements? Where do we get reinforcements? Zhao Fan asked.

"I don't know, he just said what he was... "The soldier struggled to remember.

"What Radi?"

The soldier tried to remember, but it didn't go well.

"Let's go, take me to see it." Zhao Fan said.

The soldier led the way in front, and Zhao Fan walked behind him with his own soldiers.

He didn't really believe that they would have pro-soldiers.

"Could it be from General Lu's side?" He thought to himself.

Now Tao Ying is in a coma, and the task of defending the city has fallen quite on him.

For this kind of identification between friend and foe, we can't take it lightly at all, otherwise this Wancheng will be in danger.

When he came to the top of the tower, he saw a large group of men and horses below.

At first glance, not all of them were soldiers.

It's a group of soldiers, protecting a group of scholar-like people.

"Where are the reinforcements, it won't be the people who have fled." Zhao Fan thought to himself.

"Who's down there, report your name quickly!" The soldiers on the tower shouted.

"I am Socrates, and I have no bottom, so that your general will come out and speak." Socrates shouted aloud without a bottom.

This group of scholars, protected by the soldiers, is the medical team that Socrates did not have to build.

The medical team he formed happened to be complete, and when he heard that Tao Ying was defending Wancheng, he happened to come over to accumulate practical experience.

"Is that him? Hurry up and let them in. Zhao Fan thought about it.

With the opening of the city gate, this team of people quickly entered Wancheng.

"What's going on with you guys?" Zhao Fan asked after seeing them.

Because they were all disgraced, and they looked like they had fled.

"We can do anything, it's just that the road doesn't go well." Socrates said without a bottom.

"That's fine, as long as people don't have anything." Zhao Fan comforted.

In fact, he was still worried about Huiji, knowing that this Socrates was not staying there, and he thought that something was going on there.

"It's just that there was something wrong with it on the way."

In fact, this is also a normal situation, and now there is already a war, and there are bandits on this road.

"What are you?" Zhao Fan looked at the person behind him.

Although there are about 100 people in total, half of them seem to be weak scholars.

"Oh, we're here to help you."

"Help us?"

Although there is a shortage of people in Wancheng now, there are more than 100 people, which is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

"Yes, we are a battlefield medical team, and we are here to help you treat the wounded." Socrates said in earnest.

"Treat the wounded? You say these people are all doctors? Zhao Fan's eyes widened.

Although he didn't understand what the battlefield medical team was, he also roughly understood consciousness.

"yes, don't we need us here?" Socrates looked around.

According to his impression, this battle will definitely kill people, could it be that the war has not yet begun.

"Oh, of course we need you, we need you now." Zhao Fan shook his hand excitedly.

"Huh? Yes. Socrates did not react for a moment.

"Don't talk about that, just follow me." Zhao Fan pulled him and walked in one direction.

Soon, they came to the courtyard of the wounded soldiers, where corpses were constantly being brought out.

"Hurry up and help, there's really a shortage of people inside."

Zhao Fan kept holding each other's hands, as if he had found a savior.

"So many wounded? Looks like some are busy. The old man on the side said.

"What is this?" Zhao Fan asked.

This person has always stood by Socrates' bottomless side before, and it seems that his status should not be low.

Because Zhao Fan was in a hurry, he didn't ask.

"This? This is my master, Mr. Hua Tuo. Socrates said without a bottom.

"Hello sir, please please heal my soldiers." Zhao Fan pleaded.

"It's my duty to save lives, and you don't have to worry about that." Hua Tuo waved his hand.

He saw that Zhao Fan should be a senior general, and he was very polite to himself, and he was also very satisfied in his heart.

"Quick, the three of you will divide into a group and treat the wounded." Socrates did not command.

It's not just their first fight, it's also when they make a difference.

"The conditions here are really bad, can we arrange those seriously injured people to other places." Socrates said as he walked.

"Somewhere else? There are places, but..."

"It's okay, we'll send someone to take care of it."

Socrates had no bottom and of course knew what Zhao Fan was thinking.

The situation of these seriously injured people is already dangerous, and once they find out that they are separated, it is inevitable that the idea of abandonment will arise in their hearts.

"If they weren't separated, the situation here would be too noisy and their injuries could get worse." Socrates did not explain the truth.

"Okay, everything here is up to you, and I'll ask someone to cooperate with you." Zhao Fan nodded and said.

For the whole morning, Zhao Fan followed him, and he was still fighting.

Watching a soldier turn a corner from danger to safety, he was also very happy in his heart.

In the face of the previous doctors, this group of people really seems too professional.

Although he didn't understand this aspect, he also knew the ability of this group of people by looking at their quick movements and the situation of the wounded.

"Thank you so much." Zhao Fan said to Socrates without a bottom.

At this time, Socrates had just undergone an operation, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's nothing, after all, no one wants our soldiers to die, and for some seriously wounded, although we can't give him a complete body, we can give them hope for life."

Because he has undergone several surgeries in a row, his waist is a little unable to stand up straight at this time.

Hearing these words, Zhao Fan was also very moved in his heart.

This group of people is like a god from heaven, showing up when they need it most.

"I will report to the lord and ask for credit for you." Zhao Fan said very respectfully.

"It didn't have to be, we just did what we were supposed to do." Socrates smiled bottomlessly.

Although these things have little to do with him, as a healer, he feels very satisfied with doing these things.

"By the way, where is the lord now?" Socrates asked without a bottom.

Since he came to Wancheng, he has not seen Tao Ying.

He was too busy just now, but now he is done.

And what made him feel very strange was how could it be Zhao Fan who was in charge of the overall situation.

"Oh no, the lord was seriously injured before, and he hasn't woken up yet." Zhao Fan suddenly remembered.

"I'll you, why didn't you say it earlier." Socrates was taken aback by the news.