Zhao Kuo walked aimlessly in the barracks, and unknowingly came to the wounded barracks.

The wounded barracks were newly built, the soil piled up outside was still new, and the doctors who came and went were constantly busy.

Even when he saw Zhao Kuo, he just nodded and did not stop saluting, which was specially ordered by Zhao Kuo.

Saving people is like fighting a fire, and a minute delay may be a human life.

Moreover, the number of doctors in Zhao Jun is not enough, a total of 100 doctors with some apprentices who have only learned to bandage have to treat more than 10,000 wounded soldiers, and an average of more than 100 doctors have to treat them.

There is no time to lose.

Zhao Kuo walked into the first tent, where Song Zhen was examining the wound of a soldier with a wounded abdomen.

The soldier's wound was nearly a foot long, covered with dense stitch marks, like a crawling centipede, very terrifying.

The method of suturing the wound with needles and threads was given to Song Zhen by Zhao Kuo, who didn't believe it at first, thinking that Zhao Kuo was talking nonsense.

How can a man sew like a garment, and besides, you, a general who leads troops in battle, teach me the art of medicine?

It's a big joke.

In the end, due to Zhao Kuo's obscenity, Song Zhen still did as he said, and used needles and threads to stitch up the soldier's wounds.

After a few days, Song Zhen's attitude towards Zhao Kuo changed greatly, and every time he saw Zhao Kuo, he begged him to teach him medical skills, and even said that he could apprentice.

Zhao Kuo really found it difficult to accept that a person about the same age as his father knelt down and called him sir, so he refused again and again, promising to tell Song Zhen everything he knew when he had the opportunity in the future.

Song Zhen gave up.

"Good recovery."

Zhao Kuo saw that the wound had begun to heal and there were no symptoms of inflammation, so if nothing else, the little life was saved.

To be honest, in this day and age, it is a complete miracle that you can survive such a serious injury.

"General." When the soldier saw Zhao Kuo, he wanted to get up, but was pressed on the bed by Zhao Kuo.

"Have a good rest, I remember you, Zhao Fei's soldier, your name is Huo, right, a few days ago, Danshui killed an Iron Eagle Sharpman and a centurion of the Qin Army in a battle. Don't worry, I have already repaid the king for your merits, and your rewards are indispensable. Zhao Kuo patted the soldier on the shoulder.

"I didn't expect the general to know about me." Huo said excitedly.

The other soldiers in the ward looked at Huo with different eyes, but they didn't expect that this honest patient who hadn't spoken for a few days turned out to be a ruthless person, and even the Iron Eagle Sharp Warrior had killed.

"I hear your accent is from Handan?" Zhao Kuo was a little surprised.

"Yu Dashuai, I am indeed from Handan, and I live in Sanyuanli in the west of the city." Huo said.

"I've been there, and I'm going to have a drink with you when the war is over." Zhao Kuo said with a smile.

"As long as the handsome man comes to me, I will definitely take care of enough wine." Huo patted his chest and said, grinning in pain.

"Dashuai, I am also from Handan, I live in the north of the city, have you been there?" A wounded soldier on the left couldn't help but ask.

"I had been there just before I came to Changping. The scenery in the north of the city is very good, the environment there is very warm, there are children playing in the alley, but they are a little afraid of life, and they ran away when they saw me. Zhao Kuo tried to describe it as well as possible.

"Really? My family lives in the third house in the east of Buyili in the north of the city, when you go, is there still a person living in this house? The wounded soldier asked cautiously, expecting and worrying for fear of hearing bad news.

"Zhuren, a very beautiful woman, with a child, I also talked to her for a few words, she said that her lover was a soldier outside and served the country, but I didn't expect it to be true." Zhao Kuo said.

"Only one child? Where is the other child? The wounded soldier suddenly became agitated and cried loudly.

"The other one was playing outside, and when I came back from the evening, I passed by there, and the urchin came home covered in mud, and was taught a lesson by his mother." Zhao Kuo hurriedly said.

The wounded soldier breathed a sigh of relief, and apologized and thanked him.

"My two boys are too naughty, they should be taught a lesson."

"Take care of your injuries, the virtuous room is still waiting at home." Zhao Kuo walked outside.

"Uh-huh." The wounded soldier nodded solemnly.

Just as Zhao Kuo was about to leave the wounded barracks, a wounded soldier suddenly asked, "General, when can we go home?" ”

Zhao Kuo stood abruptly.

"yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." The wounded soldier quickly lowered his head in fear.

Zhao Kuo didn't look back, but just said: "I, Zhao Kuo, will definitely take you home." ”

In the past, Zhao Kuo was only thinking about how to keep himself alive, and he didn't care about the lives of other people at all.

In the first battle of Danshui, he felt a sense of responsibility as the main general.

One of his small decisions has the potential to affect the lives and deaths of 400,000 people, these are all living lives, not cold data in the games he played in his previous life! He needs to be responsible for all the soldiers.

Zhao Kuo looked at the sunset in the west, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out the haze in his heart.

Zhao Kuo inspected the tents one by one and talked with the soldiers, even if some soldiers kept complaining, Zhao Kuo was not angry.

Until nightfall, Zhao Kuo came to the last wounded battalion.

This tent is several times larger than the others and much cleaner than the others, with each bed separated by a curtain.

The people who can live here are at least 100 generals, and there is even a 10,000 general.

"How is it, can you still go to war?" Zhao Kuo walked up to Li Mu and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, general, Mr. Song Zhen said that I will be able to recover in ten days at most." Li Mu patted his chest and reassured.

"Don't be so reckless next time." Zhao Kuo said.

"No."

"Take care of your injuries, you will be needed in the next big war." Zhao Kuo said.

Leaving the wounded barracks, it was already starry outside.

"How many wounded soldiers died?" Zhao Kuo asked Gongsun Long.

The wounded battalion has always been managed by Gongsun Long, and Song Zhen is only responsible for healing.

Gongsun Long managed very well and helped Zhao Kuo a lot.

Maybe there are too many things to do, and there is no time to think about it, Gongsun Long's complexion is much better, at least he is no longer on the verge of death as before.

"Son, eight hundred and fifty-six people died because their injuries were too serious and their condition deteriorated. More than 400 people are not out of danger. According to Mr. Song Zhen, the remaining wounded soldiers are no longer in serious trouble, and it is only a matter of time before they recover. Gongsun Long bowed and said.

Zhao Kuo sighed, the main reason for the death of these soldiers was wound infection.

He had ordered all physicians, utensils, gauze and other items to be boiled in boiling water before use, and even so, more than 800 people died.

"Unless alcohol is available, disinfect wounds of wounded soldiers." Zhao Kuo thought in his heart and shook his head again.

Zhao Guo's food is not enough for the soldiers to eat, where is there any surplus grain to brew.

In troubled times, food is worth more than human life.

"If you can save one, as long as you haven't died, you can't give up." Zhao Kuo said that this was the only thing he could do.

"No."

"Are there enough herbs?"

"It's still sufficient, the lord's younger brother has been arranging for people to transport medicinal herbs here these days." Gongsun Long said.

"Good work." Zhao Kuo said.

It was not only said to Gongsun Long, but also to Zhao Mu.

At this time, several soldiers passed by with large barrels, and when they saw Zhao Kuo, they hurriedly stopped and saluted.

"Is there a bucket in it?" Zhao Kuo asked.

During the Warring States period, people generally ate two meals. The so-called meal is the second meal of the day.

"General, it's a meal." The soldier replied.

"For the wounded?"

"Yes."

"Open it and show me." Zhao Kuo said.