The matter of selecting 100 generals has become a trivial matter.

Xiahou Xuan didn't have any thoughts, let alone embarrass Yang Zheng in this kind of thing, so he nodded and agreed.

Yang Zheng accepted five catties of gold, and the resentment in his heart dissipated a lot, so he gave up his hand.

Out of Xiahou Mansion, I didn't take a few steps, the sky was full of clouds, and before half of the incense was burned, a shower fell down.

Yang Zheng thought about finding an eaves to hide from the rain.

However, the streets were full of disabled soldiers, some struggling in the muddy water, some moaning in low voices.

That kind of moaning is weak, but it is heartbreaking.

In an instant, Yang Zheng's heart also twitched twice.

As soon as a soldier with a broken leg had crawled under the eaves, several sergeants rushed out of the house, shouting, scolding, beating and kicking, and driving them into the rain.

The moans turned into crying.

Intermittent and extremely penetrating.

The rain couldn't cover it.

There are shelter camps in the army.

But more than 100,000 troops, 40,000 or 50,000 people, a fiasco, countless wounded, the martial arts town is simply unable to take care of it.

All matters in the army are controlled by the Yongliang army.

Limited resources naturally take care of them first.

Cao Shuang and Xiahou Xuan have become mud bodhisattvas, and the Chinese army has also become raised by the stepmother, living with their tails between their legs.

Xiahou Xuan has a high name, but he is also high above, and he can't see the tragic situation below.

The wounded soldiers of the Chinese army could only fend for themselves.

People from the bottom of this world should really be like a mustard.

Yang Zheng clenched his fists several times, put them down again, and could only lower his head, walk through the rain alley, and leave in a hurry.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and now they must be registered in Guo Huai's heart, and if they commit it in his hands, they will shed their skin if they don't die.

At the beginning, Xiahou Xuan was able to save himself, but now it may not be.

When he was thinking about it, he was suddenly tied under his feet and almost fell.

When I looked closely, I saw a wounded soldier lying in the rain.

Yang Zheng sighed in his heart and stepped forward to help him.

When he turned over his body, he suddenly saw a familiar face - Zhao Deng!

It was actually Zhao Deng.

The body was very hot, and there was a shocking wound on the left calf, which seemed to have been pierced by a spear, tearing the muscles and bones, and only one piece of skin was left, and the wound was badly rotted and bleeding pus and blood.

Yang Zheng was surprised and sad.

He abandoned himself that day, but he didn't expect the end to be so miserable.

"Mother...... Mother......"

Zhao Deng's whole person was already burned, and his mouth was indistinct.

Yang Zheng was stunned for two or three seconds, it was impossible to have no mustard in his heart, but could he survive if he followed him at that time?

He just followed his heart and made a choice.

Not everyone can be as righteous as Ling Husheng.

After a moment of silence, he sighed in his heart, after all, he couldn't leave him behind, and carried it on his shoulder.

Looking back at the lanes, there were wounded soldiers everywhere.

Some people have already resigned themselves to their fate, their eyes wide open, looking at the sky in the rain.

And some people ended their lives with rusty swords......

Yang Zheng quickened his pace and rushed back to the small courtyard rewarded by Cao Shuang.

Chunniang was sitting on the steps, looking at the rainy sky in a daze.

Seeing Yang Zheng arrive, a look of joy immediately appeared on his red face, and he hurriedly took a coat and put it on for Yang Zheng, "Master." ”

Yang Zheng put down Zhao Deng, reached out and touched his forehead, it was very hot.

"Do you know where the doctor is?"

Chunniang was not the slightest surprised by Zhao Deng, who was seriously injured, as if it was commonplace, "There is a veterinarian in the west of the city. ”

"Veterinarian?" Yang Zheng's cheeks jumped twice.

Chunniang lowered her head, as if she was a little afraid of the scar on Yang Zheng's left face, "The general is cutting Shu, and the nearby doctors, blacksmiths and carpenters have all been recruited. ”

Yang Zheng sighed, why didn't he poke a few transparent holes in Cao Shuang's body?

Let this guy also taste the big sword of the Shu army.

The battle of Shu is in the past, but the pain it has brought will take a long time to recover.

The current situation can only be used as a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"A veterinarian is a veterinarian."

Chun Niang put on her cloak and left in a hurry.

Yang Zheng checked the wound, and the calf could not be saved.

After a while, Chun Niang arrived with an old man with a lame pestle and a cane.

When he handed it over, Yang Zheng found that his thumb was gone, and he immediately felt unreliable.

The veterinarian found Yang Zheng's gaze and smiled sadly, "Last year, the general recruited craftsmen, and Xiao Lao'er came with two knives by himself." ”

It turned out that he had mutilated himself to avoid military service......

"Sir, please." At this point, there is no room for picking.

The veterinarian entered the room and glanced at Zhao Deng on the soft seat, and was not much surprised.

Lisuo took out a cloth bag of knives, various models.

also instructed Chun Niang to boil a basin of hot water and put the knives in it to soak.

That posture was no different from that of later surgeons.

The veterinarian was directly promoted to doctor in Yang Zheng's mind.

Suddenly, I remembered that the pinnacle of ancient medical skills seemed to be in this era.

Hua Tuo scraped Guan Yu's bones to cure the poison, and he also had to operate on Boss Cao's head, but he was clicked by Boss Cao.

The medical saint Zhang Zhongjing has only passed away for more than 20 years.

Yang Zheng held down Zhao Deng, the veterinarian cut and cut, the movements were skillful, Zhao Deng was in a semi-comatose state, and there was not much pain.

occasionally struggled, and was held down by Yang Zheng.

In about half an hour, the amputation was completed.

The veterinarian applied medicine again and bandaged it carefully.

Busy sweating profusely, "If the fever subsides tomorrow, use some medicine, and you can live." ”

didn't say the rest of the sentence, and Yang Zheng also knew that if the fever didn't subside tomorrow, he would have to wait for death.

Yang Zheng wanted to give money, but he didn't expect people to leave with half a bag of wheat.

After resting for a while, Chun Niang cooked two bowls of wheat rice.

Yang Zheng ate and ate, but he really felt tasteless and difficult to swallow.

I don't know how the ancients could stand it.

Immediately, I thought of the wounded soldiers who were struggling in the rain, not to mention wheat rice, and they didn't even have anything to eat.

Seeing that the rain had stopped outside, Yang Zheng suddenly had an idea.

Since the level of medical skills in this era is still good, why not save more people?

And he also has a sum of money in his own hands.

If you want to live in this era and not be trampled to death by people like ants, it is necessary to have a certain strength.

Wounded veterans are actually rare elites who have experienced life and death and have rich combat experience.

Of course, it is not all out of interest considerations, but as a traveler in the civilized world of later generations, I really can't tolerate the tragedy that is about to happen in front of me.

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

Even if things can't be done, you can accumulate some yin virtue.

From the perspective of a later generation, there is really a providence in the underworld.

The lack of virtue that the Sima family did to usurp the throne was not retributed to his heirs?

And many of the wounded soldiers were born and died, and maybe there were people who followed Yang Zheng to kill.

Yang Zheng glanced at the small courtyard, four tiled houses, and the site was a little small.

The next-door neighbors seem to be empty, and the owner has long since moved his family to escape the war.

The people of the city were either requisitioned and killed in the valley of Luo, or fled into the mountains, and those who had the slightest ability had already moved elsewhere.

Yang Zheng looked around and asked Chunniang again.

She was also at a loss.

In his previous life, Yang Zheng did things vigorously and resolutely, just did what he said, and after retiring, he passed the adult undergraduate examination, opened a store, and did sales, but he never tossed up.

And now, with money and people in hand, there is no reason to do it.

As soon as I thought of this, I hurried back to call someone.

and asked Chun Niang to invite the doctor back again.