On the fourth day after the end of the war, the air in the Songshan Military Mansion was still so cold, but the smell of blood had faded a lot, and there was no longer a tense picture of hundreds of soldiers carrying stretchers, shouting and running fast while shouting on the long street, nor could you see the sacred picture of more than ten holy lights in the Holy Medical Hall illuminating the night sky at the same time.

A lot of white smoke rose in the Huailing Tomb outside Songshan, drifting towards the high sky, and the people who saw this scene from afar in the city stopped and mourned, because each white smoke represents a fallen soldier, according to preliminary statistics, the Great Zhou soldiers who died in this battle have exceeded 10,000, not counting the migrant workers who are responsible for logistics and the cultivators who came to help.

The atmosphere in the Holy Medical Hall was no longer as tense as it had been a few days ago, most of the wounded had their injuries under control, and the seriously injured had already been carried out, but for some reason, the innermost chamber was still crowded with people, and the atmosphere was extremely anxious.

"I don't listen to any explanation, I just want you to save him. ”

The general's face was extremely grim, and his tone was very tough, and when his eyes fell on the bed, his voice was even more violent.

The wounded man lying on the bed was very young, and it could be seen from his clothing and the cloth bag around his waist that he was a formation master, with a thin body and slightly dark limbs, but at this time his face was as white as paper, he had obviously lost too much blood, his lips were full of upturned dry skin, his breathing was very weak, and he seemed to be dying at any moment.

Listening to the general's words, the people in the room felt a great deal of pressure, and at the same time they were a little puzzled.

Such a young formation division, thinking about it, will inevitably become famous and promising, but the general is a very important confidant of General Ke Shen, and he has a very high reputation and status in the Songshan Military Mansion, why not have such a big temper because of such a wounded, you must know that in addition to the military doctor, there are two people from the state religion who treated the wounded of this young formation division.

The general knew what people were thinking, but did not give any explanation.

He vaguely knew where the young formation master came from, but it wasn't because he was so angry and nervous at this time.

Before coming to the hospital, he had just received the file of the post-mortem investigation.

What happened between the cliffs at that time, no one now knows except for the young formation master who was about to die on the bed. But the soldiers who saw the cliff with their own eyes were very sure that those things must be extremely heroic, because the picture they saw was very tragic - more than ten soldiers used the secret magic weapon of the Wenshui Tang family to commit suicide, and died with five wolf riders, and the corpses of more than ten soldiers were also found on the retreat route in front of the cliff.

The thirty most elite and brave soldiers of the Songshan Military Mansion sacrificed themselves just to allow this young formation division to survive. Then he must keep this young formation master alive, otherwise how can he comfort the souls of his dead subordinates?

"I'm not going to give any explanation, because I really don't have the ability to keep him alive. ”

A woman in a white dress stood up from the bed, her beautiful face full of exhaustion, and the soft light gradually dissipated from between her slender fingers.

The general was silent.

The woman is from the Thirteenth Division of Kyoto Qingjian, surnamed An Minghua, she just arrived at the Matsuyama Military Mansion two days ago, and then she began to sleep tirelessly, constantly treating the wounded people on the battlefield, if it weren't for the fact that the Matsuyama Military Mansion had stockpiled enough spars to help meditation recover, it is very likely that she would have died due to the depletion of the holy light.

Facing her, no matter how bad and anxious the general was at this time, he couldn't say anything serious.

And he could see very clearly that she had done her best to save the young formation master on the bed.

The general looked at the chief priest of the Holy Doctor's Hall.

The priest shook his head slightly, imperceptibly.

The healers in the various medical halls were powerless against the injuries of the young formation master, and the Holy Light Technique of the Priest of the Leaving Palace and the Thirteen Divisions of the Qing Xuan Sect could not be saved?

The general's mood fell to the bottom, and he could no longer control his emotions and slammed his fist on the table.

The atmosphere in the room was unusually low, and someone took off his hat and prepared to mourn.

At this moment, a military doctor in the corner said sadly: "It would be nice if there was still cinnabar dan." ”

The name Cinnabar seemed to have some kind of magic, and the room was silent, almost deadly, except for the sound of breathing that grew thicker and quicker.

Some people had a look of surprise in their eyes, but they didn't know what to think of, and they quickly dimmed.

Sure enough, the priest sighed and said, "On the first day of the battle, we ran out of quotas. ”

The general knew very well how many seriously wounded and dying soldiers had been sent back on the battlefield on the first day, and from the beginning, there was no hope for this, but the name was mentioned again, and he couldn't help but ask with his last hope: "When will the next batch be distributed?" Will he be able to make it to that day?"

The priest shook his head and said, "The date of dispensing the medicine is ten days later, and his injury can last for five days at most." ”

Anwar has been learning the Holy Light Technique in the Thirteen Divisions of Qingjian, especially after the war with the demons began, she put all her thoughts on cultivation, and wanted to go to the front line as soon as possible to treat the wounded, but she couldn't hear anything outside the window, plus she had only been in the Songshan Military Mansion for two days, so she couldn't understand what everyone was saying at all.

"What is Cinnabar Pill, is it an elixir?" she asked, looking at the priest in confusion.

Judging from the name, the main material of this elixir should be cinnabar, which can indeed be used as medicine and has the effect of stopping bleeding, but the injury of this young formation master is so serious, even her holy light technique cannot work, in her opinion, unless several cardinal archbishops take action at the same time, it is possible to redeem it, can that kind of elixir have the same effect?

The priest understood what she was thinking, and said, "Cinnabar Dan can heal this person's injuries." ”

Everyone nodded their heads, and no one expressed the slightest doubt, because in the hearts of those who have seen Cinnabar Dan, this medicine can cure all the injuries and diseases in the world.

Anwar had never heard of this elixir at all, and could not understand the fanatical trust of the people, and gave birth to more incomprehension.

"If it's true...... If it works, why don't you find it and try it?"

The priest said with emotion: "Where can I find such a treasure?"

Everyone remembered that the rumor said that this medicine should only be described in heaven, and they were silent.

The general said to Anwar: "This medicine is rare. ”

Anwar was still puzzled and said, "If this medicine does have miraculous effects, why not let the medicine family offer a prescription, and then copy it in large quantities by the imperial court or the palace?"

The room was quiet again.

Everyone's eyes fell on her, looking a little nervous.

No one answered her question.

The entire Holy Medical Hall suddenly became silent.

There was no sound.

As if her question was something taboo.