The Ming army medical officer was observing the wounded who had been cut open by Bayala in the battle the day before, and Ma Biao hurried over and pulled him and his apprentice away.

"Mrs. Zheng was hit by the arrow of the fine work, and she quickly pulled it out for treatment!"

The medical officer and the apprentice rushed into the camp tent, first bumped into Ma Xianglin's face, and then looked, General Ma was holding a bowl of honey in his hand.

The medical officer is also a native of Shilichuan, and his father followed Ma Qiancheng and Qin Liangyu, and after inheriting his family education, he followed Ma Xianglin.

Now, the medical officer didn't dare to slack off, and approached Zheng Haizhu, who was lying on the straw mat.

The lady's padded jacket was covered with cowhide back armor, and an arrow of birch pole was poked in her left shoulder, and a blood stain the size of a tea cup leaked from the arrow.

The medical officer cut off the clothes near the shaft and the arrowhead, and nagged: "Fortunately, this tartar is not good on the head, and it was not shot in the neck." ”

After speaking, he took out a silk stick from the medicine box: "Madam, the little one is going to take the arrow, you bite it." ”

Zheng Haizhu said: "Put it back, I didn't need this when I pulled out the arrow before." ”

His voice was weak from pain, but his tone was resolute.

In fact, after being hit by an arrow in the river port at the foot of Sheshan Mountain, Lang Zhong from Songjiang Mansion came to treat his injuries, and Zheng Haizhu was biting a silk stick.

But at this moment, a bunch of Jinyi Wei brothers were watching, and not far away stood the maid sent by He Zhuo after hearing the news, and Man Gui's voice was heard outside the tent.

What a great opportunity this is. I want to show in front of them that although I can't carry a gun and get on a horse, I am tougher than ordinary soldiers. Where the warriors gather, pay attention to this.

When the medical officer heard this, he also saw a wound on the side of the bloodstain, so he said with some admiration: "Then, the small one, I will dig it with my hands." ”

The apprentice came up with a plate in his hand, and in it was a set of thick needles, which had just been roasted over an open fire.

The medical officer took a closer look, instructed the apprentice to use two steel needles to push out the bloody, somewhat sunken skin in a specific direction, and gently pinched the wooden pole that was only two inches long behind the arrowhead, weighing the subtle proportions, and twisting slightly.

Rao is his movements are as light as those of later surgeons, and Zheng Haizhu is also mentally prepared for the intensity of pain because of his experience, or when the dull pain suddenly turns into a sharp pain, he can't help but "hiss".

The medical officer immediately stopped, frowning and hesitating.

Zheng Haizhu immediately changed from moaning to swallowing saliva, and in turn ordered the medical officer: "Long pain is better than short pain, this is not embroidery, pull it out in one go!" No matter how painful it is, it doesn't hurt for a woman to give birth. ”

Only then did the medical officer twist the shaft of the arrow again, find the feel, and his fingers violently exerted force, and in an instant he pulled out the arrowhead.

The pain was intense, but it really wasn't going to escalate again.

Although Zheng Haizhu gritted his teeth, he breathed a sigh of relief in his chest.

The medical officer's apprentice hurriedly threw the steel needle, picked up the clean cloth ball, and pressed it the arrow wound.

"Huh," said the medical officer, wiping the arrow with dry grass, taking a few breaths, leaning under his nose and sniffing it, "is this fine work also a tartar?" How is it that unlike other Tartar arrows, there are rusts? I haven't been fed feces and urine either. Hey, what a newbie. ”

Zheng Haizhu understood what the medical officer meant, there were no antibiotics in ancient times, and trauma was the most afraid of infection, and rust and feces were good fungal and bacterial carriers. Therefore, experienced soldiers or sentinel assassins, under the condition that there is no shortage of horse manure, will get a little feces on the arrow.

The medical officer was just an occupational criminal, and blurted out, but Ma Xianglin's face sank, and he reprimanded in stone and earth words: "What? Is it better to be a veteran, so that half of Madame's arm is rotten? ”

Zheng Haizhu was afraid that this matter would be explained in detail, so that the maid of Hezhuo, who could not understand the Sichuan dialect, could also see the strangeness, so she hurriedly grabbed the conversation and said to the medical officer: "You haven't stopped saving people in the past two days, stuffing the intestines back into the intestines of your brothers, and you have seen too much, and your mind is full of?" ”

Without waiting for the medical officer to confess his guilt, he softened his tone, thanked him a few times, and ordered him to sew the mouth shut quickly, smear the honey on his feet, isolate the air, and prevent further infection.

After a long toss, this Daming surgical operation was finally completed.

Zheng Haizhu said to Hezhuo's maid: "Go and tell Mama Kedun that I should be fine, as soon as the warriors you receive arrive, you can leave the camp and set off, and I still have to go to Chahanhot." ”

Everyone retreated one after another, and Zheng Haizhu asked Jinyi Wei Zongqi to go to the door to watch.

Only Ma Xianglin and Xu San remained in the tent.

"That girl, she is indeed good at archery," Ma Xianglin put the honey bowl aside, sat down, and said in a deep voice, "The riding skills are also very good." ”

Zheng Haizhu's pain eased a little, and the middle of his speech also came up, and he said concisely: "After she penetrates into this dark pile, Xu San will have a reliable informant to pick up, and I don't know about this matter, Li Daniu, who is in charge of spy intelligence in Beijing." Xianglin, your subordinates and I, whether in Chongming Songjiang or Xuanda Jizhen, cannot be blind to the situation of Jiannu's lair. Look at that Sibeile Emperor Taiji, although he admits to you when he goes to war, but the ability to send spies everywhere in Daming is really a little bit. ”

Ma Xianglin nodded and said to Xu San: "I will also pick one of my cronies who can learn the Northland dialect quickly, and I will only contact you." ”

"The little one understands," Xu San responded, and sighed again, "General Ma is brave and captures the Derge class alive." We thought that it would be possible to send back a Jiala's forehead, but we didn't expect that we would be directly stained with the son of the old slave, or the half-brother of Mang Gurtai. ”

Ma Xianglin said calmly: "It is your brother-in-law who helps your wife succeed." If your hometown is too peaceful, whether you want to move the bones of your sister and nephew here, or send your brother-in-law's coffin back to your hometown, I will order someone to help you do this. ”

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(I'm sorry to be in a hurry, but I only changed 1700 words today, sorry, sorry)