The sound of fighting in his ears shook the sky.

Death and injury were never something that the generals paid attention to, and they quickly looked away, but Qiao Minghua and Zhou Maochun did not, and the other military doctors also stopped.

They were still staring blankly at what was happening in front of them.

It's not that they've forgotten their work, but they can't help at all, and they even have a vague feeling that they're adding to the chaos.

Look at these doctors, and see how smoothly they work with each other, like a flawless bead chain, if you join in, it seems to ruin the beauty.

Without them, these treatments were not affected, and as the war progressed, more and more people were injured, but the treatment of these doctors was never chaotic and stagnant.

What a shocking and humbling feeling!

How is this possible!

It's already shocking that these doctors dare to go to the battlefield! It's even better than they do!

What the hell is going on!

How the hell did this come out of nowhere!

How it all happened!

They just stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to do or think.

The wounded were preliminarily bandaged and then carried down.

A wounded soldier was pierced through the leg by a spear, if this was in the hands of Qiao Minghua and the others, they would not pay attention to it anymore, of course, they didn't want to save it, but they couldn't save it.

But with a few clicks, dressed in white, no, it could not be considered white at this time, but the doctor in the flower clothes stained with blood and mud cut the barrel of the spear, and tied it with a tourniquet, tied it with a strip of red cloth, and left quickly.

A group of stretchers rushed back and forth behind him, and when he lifted this person, he rushed to the rear.

A figure chased after him as well.

Let the doctors come back to their senses.

"Your Excellency." They couldn't help but shout.

Qiao Minghua couldn't hear anything else, just looked at the stretcher, staring at the wounded soldier.

How to save?

Can it really be saved?

That's impossible! It's absolutely impossible!

Everyone was running, no one was talking. No one exchanged information about the wounded soldiers, but they entered different camps with understanding.

Qiao Minghua glanced at it, and the camp tent in front of him was marked with big red letters, and compared to the two next to him, there were fewer wounded soldiers here.

The stretcher went in, and there were two strange high beds in the room, both with wounded soldiers.

"Move the bed!" Qi Yue shouted.

With the sound of one, two, three, the wounded soldiers on a bed were moved to the stretcher by four people holding white sheets, and they rushed out without stopping.

Qiao Minghua leaned sideways and stepped out of the way. Seeing that the wounded soldier's head and face were wrapped in layers of white cloth, and a strange pipe was pierced in his arm, and at the other end of the pipe was a porcelain vase, which was carried by one of the auxiliaries, and they rushed out and ran to the side of the room.

The sound of brushing made Qiao Minghua turn his gaze again. saw that the girl who often accompanied Qi Niangzi spread a white sheet on the vacant bed.

The wounded soldier on the stretcher, who had pierced the thigh, was carried up.

During this period, no one even said a word, everyone seemed to have a heart, and every movement was perfectly coordinated.

Flowing clouds.

Qiao Minghua flashed the word again, he looked here, the woman did not come, but was still busy in front of the bed of another wounded soldier with her head bowed, with strange scissors in her hand. and needlework, flying needles and threads in front of the wounded soldier's chest.

Is she the only one?

So I can't save it at all.

Qiao Minghua's eyes looked at the wounded soldier who had just been put on the bed, the girl was cutting his clothes with scissors, and then picked up a strange tool. The tip of the needle stabbed into the wounded soldier's thigh.

Acupuncture?

But how did the yellow liquid disappear?

After doing this, Aru began to use a lot of water and high-concentration wine to repeatedly wash the wound on the wounded soldier's thigh, any wound on his body. Large clumps of white cotton soon turned bloody and piled up on the ground.

An auxiliary soldier quickly packed the contaminated cotton balls into a bag.

Is that why it looks so neat?

It's all this time, and you still care about this?!

Qiao Minghua's eyes widened in shock.

"Move the bed!"

The woman shouted again. The four auxiliaries who had been standing all around them moved the wounded soldier on the bed on a stretcher and rushed out of the door.

At the same time, stretchers lined up outside.

The woman quickly removed the elbow-high deerskin gloves from her hands, turned and swept her hands in an urn beside her, drew the gloves from the shelves above them, put them on, and stood still in front of the wounded soldier on this side.

This slippery action is done in one go, and the placement of things is so ripe that it can't be cooked, and there is no superfluous action in each part.

With Qi Yue's standing up.

The wounded soldier on the stretcher was placed on the bed that had just been vacated, and the girl began to do her best again, cutting open her clothes, piercing the strange needle, and cleaning the wound.

Fast! Fast! Hurry dazzled!

Qiao Minghua only felt suffocated, and his gaze looked at Qi Yue again.

Qi Yue was cutting open the wound on the wounded soldier's thigh, she was alone, pulling and pulling, flying needles and threads, and sweat was dripping densely, Qiao Minghua just blinked when he saw it, and his hands were holding the instrument steadily, motionless.

This injury is too serious! There is no way to cure it! Once you pull out the spear, you will inevitably bleed to death, and if you don't pull it out, you will inevitably die slowly!

This woman! Could she...

Qiao Minghua's thoughts flashed, and he saw the woman in front of him slowly pull out the head of the spear from below his thigh, and his breath couldn't help but stagnate.

No major bleeding....

The woman had already started to fly the needle.

The fleshy skin closed layer by layer in front of him.

Qiao Minghua only felt that his eyes were black, and he suddenly reacted and breathed heavily, avoiding himself from fainting.

"Move the bed."

Again, these two words.

The four auxiliaries who had just carried the wounded soldier in came over again, and carried the man out with a set of repetitive movements, and immediately came in from outside.

In this short moment, the woman had completed the treatment of two seriously wounded soldiers, and she only said two words from beginning to end.

Move the bed!

Move the bed!

It's horrible! It's horrible!

How could one person do this!

It's just in peacetime, but it's a war! Outside, there is a loud fight! It's a city gate that can be breached at any time! It's a danger that can kill at any time!

They. How could they be so calm!

Qiao Minghua looked around, these people's expressions were also numb, they didn't seem to see, hear, or know what the situation was at this moment, just repeated movements, repeated comings and goings, but this numbness was different from what he knew, these people's eyes were bright.

No superfluous words, no crying, no sorrow. Just running back and forth with determined eyes, nothing seems to stop them.

Qiao Minghua slowly withdrew from the camp, looking around at the auxiliary soldiers who seemed to never stop, never knowing the tiredness.

How do they do it?

How is this possible?

Qiao Minghua only felt trembling all over, and seemed to have no strength anymore. He looked around in a daze.

None of the crowds running back and forth looked at him more, and everyone seemed to have only one purpose, one firm belief.

The sky was getting darker, and the fighting seemed to be quiet, but these people did not stop at all.

"Rest in place and replenish your strength."

A loud voice shouted, accompanied by this shout. More people shouted loudly, and at the same time four or five people rushed with big baskets on their backs.

Those who ran back and forth, whether carrying wounded soldiers or empty stretchers. They all stopped, put the stretcher down, and then sat on the ground, gasping for breath. The four or five men rushed over and threw down the skins, and these people picked them up and gulped them down.

Qiao Minghua also picked up one. He turned his head and looked into the tent, where torches were already lit and shining brightly.

The woman was looking up, gulping a skin and drinking.

Qiao Minghua opened the leather bag and looked up to taste it.

Salty...

What kind of water is this?

Soon the men threw down their skins and began to run again.

The morning light gradually brightened, and the pungent smell brought Qiao Minghua back to his senses.

It's quieter all around.

No more fighting, no more screaming.

This silence was terrifying, Qiao Minghua stood up from the corner of the wall suddenly, and then saw soldiers lying or sitting on the street.

Heavy footsteps were heard, breaking the silence.

Two teams of auxiliaries carried strange barrels along the street, spraying water mist wherever they went.

That's where that pungent smell comes from.

Qiao Minghua was stunned.

"What are you doing here?" He couldn't help but ask out loud.

"Sanitize." Someone replied loudly. And then the footsteps passed without stopping.

Qiao Minghua took a deep breath, and then gradually condensed, the battle ended when it was dark yesterday, the Tartars retreated, they held, and the task of the generals was completed, but the battle of the military doctors was far from over, and the military doctors who had recovered from the shock were all engaged in treatment, and they were busy until dawn, Qiao Minghua took a nap against the wall, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

Those wounded soldiers.

He turned to run into the house, when a crying and laughing voice suddenly sounded.

"It can't be! That's impossible! ”

Zhou Maochun shouted like a madness in a room full of wounded soldiers, and his expression was also like crying and laughing.

"How they didn't die! How could they not have died! How could so many people be saved! ”

These words made the wounded soldier who was sane become indignant, and he looked at him with unkind eyes.

Zhou Maochun didn't notice it at all, and even if he noticed it, he wouldn't pay attention to it.

"It can't be!" He repeated it over and over again, his eyes frantic.

That's impossible!

It's just a simple cure!

How could it be such a big effect!

"Daddy." A hoarse voice shouted, making Zhou Maochun's temporarily frantic mind clearer.

"Yueniang, Yueniang, are you a fairy?" Zhou Maochun rushed over in one step, grabbed the woman who had just stood up from a wounded soldier and shook it.

Qi Yue was almost shaken and fell.

"I'm not a god." She laughed.

"Then how did you do it!" Zhou Maochun shouted loudly, "This can't be, this can't be!" ”

Qi Yue smiled at him.

"Nothing is impossible." "Anything is possible, if you want." ”

So, that's, hope?

Qiao Minghua stood outside the door and looked at the woman in the room.

He looked around the room, and the soldiers were awake or asleep, but none of them were still alive.

Tears slipped from his eyes.

Master, Master, have you seen that? There is really hope in this world!

Master, Master, have you seen that? There is hope in this world!

Master, Master, I! Unexpectedly! See! (To be continued)