The medical and health conditions of the Tang army were still insufficient, and only when the capital protectorate went out to fight, would the medical officers who were suspended in the army book be conscripted, and under normal circumstances, the soldiers bandaged each other with soil methods, and burned the wounds with a soldering iron, and if the injuries were more serious, they could only close their eyes and wait for death.

After a while, when the Sogdians returned with the jars, Li Siye raised his head and squinted his eyes and asked him, "Will you stitch up the wound?"

The Sogdians crossed their hands and said: "Yes, yes, but it is sutured with horsetail thread, but now that it is hot in summer, it is easy to infect and suppurate with sutures, and the high fever will not go away when the time comes...... I'm afraid, the general still uses hot insurance. ”

Li Siye gasped and asked, "Is there no other way than to be hot?" ”

"There is an ant whose pliers have a small amount of anesthetic effect and do not cause wound infection. Its pliers hold the flesh without loosening and can be used to close wounds without the need to remove stitches. ”

Li Siye asked in surprise: "Do you have this kind of ant?" ”

"Nope."

Isn't this a waste of feelings, Li Siye frowned and asked, "What about other than that?" ”

The Sogdian veterinarian shook his head mechanically.

Li Siye untied his middle coat and tied it to his waist, revealing his bloody chest and arms, lying on the sheep felt, gritting his teeth and saying, "Come on, it's hot." ”

The veterinarian stuffed a wooden stick wrapped in a wet linen cloth into Li Siye's mouth, and said softly in a low voice: "General, you have to be patient."

Whew!" Ahh

The smell of burnt wounds permeated the tent.

After a brief treatment and recuperation, the officers and men of the army were led by Li Siye on the way back to Qiuci and marched east along Qianquan Mountain.

The wounds on his body were full of hard scabs, and every time he bumped on the horse, he grinned in pain, and this was the real taste of being a soldier. There will be years of war, and I don't know how long this suffering will last.

Whenever he was in pain, he would divert his attention through aimless imagination, and when the injury was healed, he must raise the level of medical care in the army, at least two soldiers in each team who can perform surgical operations such as simple sutures, and encourage them to learn from the same military medical officer by increasing their salary. This will not only reduce the suffering of the soldiers, but also improve the survival rate after the war.

At least along the way, he saw with his own eyes that five soldiers had died of wound infections on the stretchers they were marching.

His own forehead began to burn, his eyes looked at the ground as if he were wearing reading glasses, and his mouth felt unusually thirsty.

He raised his arm and beckoned Yan Xiaosi who was following him: "Xiaosi, is there any water?"

Yan Xiaosi turned off the war horse, ran over quickly, held the water bag high in his hand, saw Li Siye's white lips, and said anxiously: "General, do you have a fever!"

"It's okay, I'll just drink some saliva and add some salt to the water."

Li Siye did have a high fever, and the wounds on his body did not rupture and suppurate, but his body temperature still rose irrepressibly. The only way for him to do the time was to drink water, and then lie on his fat black back and follow the team slowly.

Whenever Yan Xiaosi went to a camp, he boiled the water and added salt according to his instructions, while Li Siye kept drinking water to speed up the circulation in the body and fight against the high temperature of the body.

When the Tang army returned to the front line of Dashicheng, they met General Cheng Qianli, who came to meet him, and Li Siye seemed to be unable to support it anymore, and was on the verge of being awake and comatose all day.

The medical officer sent by the turtle stood by the stretcher, and after feeling his pulse, he frowned and pondered.

Yan Xiaosi leaned in and asked nervously, "Medical officer, how is my general."

"It's hard to say," the medical officer said hesitantly: "At present, General Li's high fever does not go away, and the only way is to replenish water. It stands to reason that his wound has scabbed over and has not suppurated, which is really weird. ”

Cheng Qianli was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly asked: "I'm afraid it's not stained with some dirty things, should I do some magic to exorcise evil spirits?"

The medical officer twisted his beard and shook his head: "Zi Bu is silent, and the strange power is confused, and General Li can see from the appearance that he is full of murderous aura, and what evil dares to approach him."

The stretcher that carried him was later replaced by a carriage, and he lay in the carriage all day long, unable to tell where he was, but the hour knew it clearly. His high fever has a certain time rhythm, the temperature will drop during the fifth watch, until the morning will be awake, you can also open the curtain to talk to the coachman, ask about the way home, but after the afternoon Shen Shi, it will burn again, and the whole person will become groggy.

This situation continued until he entered Qiuzi City, and the time for high fever became shorter and shorter, which made him very glad that his brain was not burned stupidly, let alone died young, which was already a great luck.

Half a month later, his health improved, and he was able to take a walk around the courtyard of the Metropolitan Mansion.

Yan Xiaosi walked in from the side courtyard, and when he saw Li Siye, he hurriedly ran over to help: "General, your body hasn't improved yet, you should be on bed rest."

Li Siye waved his hand and said, "It's not good to lie down all the time, you still have to bask in the sun more."

"Of course it's good to bask in the sun, I'll move you a bed over."

Li Siye nodded with his hands behind his back, Yan Xiaosi moved the Hu bed out of the house, helped him sit down, and squatted on the steps.

He turned his head and asked, "Did Fujimaki bring back his ashes?"

"Well, I found someone to make him a wooden box in Qiuzi, and we can take it with us when we go back to Chang'an."

"He is a Japanese national, and it is not easy to come to Datang thousands of miles away, but it is better to return to his roots." Li Siye said to himself: "My seven-foot body almost gave an account to the battlefield, but fortunately, Mei'er and Twelve Niang are not in Qiuzi, otherwise they know, I don't know what to look like." When the injury is healed, you go to Shule, keep your mouth tight, and act as if this incident has not happened. ”

Yan Xiaosi was suddenly silent, pursed his lips with an embarrassed expression, Li Siye turned his head and saw his strange appearance, and immediately deflated and asked: "Shule City is so far away from the Swap City, they can all know how you did it"

"It's not how." Yan Xiaosi said in a low voice: "You were already unconscious when you passed by the city, I was worried that you wouldn't be able to hold on, so I sent a personal soldier to deliver the message, at least let them come to see you......"

"Is it the last time you see you?" Li Siye has nothing to blame in this matter, at least from the perspective of the time, it is completely correct.

"Then when is it better for them to come later, and when I am completely well and standing in front of them, I won't be too sad."

"Also, it's not too late, I'm afraid it's just these two days."

As a result, Li Mei'er and Twelve Niang arrived in the afternoon, and the two almost cried into the city, and when they entered the courtyard, they burst into tears. It happened that at this time, the envoy of the season, Meng Lingcha, was visiting, and saw the two ladies lying on Li Siye's knees in front of the bed, and the husband Meng Zhongcheng could only twist his beard and whispered two words of comfort:

"Don't cry two ladies, isn't General Li sitting here intact, if you cry badly, it will make him feel anxious."

After a few words of comfort, he got up and took his leave.

Li Siye asked Yan Xiaosi to move the Hu bed back to the room, and he also gently hugged the two sad ladies and turned back to the house. They sat down on the felt carpet, Li Mei'er rubbed her red and swollen eyes, leaned on her brother's shoulders in her buns, and held a silk handkerchief in her hand to wipe away her tears. Twelve Niang sat across from them, whispering about the struggle and sadness in her heart after learning the news.

Yan Xiaosi felt that he was not suitable to stay in the current occasion, so he hid out early.

"When I heard the message from the soldiers, the whole person felt that the sky was about to fall, Lang Jun may not know, how happy I was when you said you wanted to marry me, how sad I was at that time, it was like falling from the clouds into the mud all at once. That's all I have around my head all day, what should we do if you're not there, should I take Mei'er back to Chang'an, follow my master to become a monk and do Kundao, and accompany Sanqing to live this remnant life. ”

Li Siye listened silently, and could feel the deep affection of the twelve mothers from her heart. He is not her after all, and he can't experience it in her feelings, and what he feels in his slightly dull heart is only one-tenth of that of Twelve Niang, which is enough to make him resolutely think that he can't be negative.

Fortunately, this matter has come to an end, and Li Siye will continue to move forward towards his goal.

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