Wait a minute!

Gangneung suddenly thought of something. She raised her head, and a pair of clear and smart eyes glanced at the young man in front of her in surprise.

If the general in the tent is really Huo Quai, who is this young man who claims to be his younger brother and whose name is "Ah Guang"?

Huo Guang was inexplicably furious: "Lingyue, what do you see me doing?" ”

"Nothing."

Jiang Lingyue looked at it carefully for a while, after all, from this childish young man's face, she couldn't see the shadow of a powerful minister who leaned over the three dynasties and abolished the emperor.

It seems that it is still the feng shui of Chang'an that can raise qualified politicians.

Jiang Lingyue shook her head, expelling the messy thoughts in her heart. The top priority is to meet the general who is suspected of Huo Qu's illness.

Of course, if she could really meet one of the imperial giants in history, she would make a fortune.

Thinking of this, Gangneung Yue felt for the first time that it was not too bad to wear it to the ancient times more than 2,000 years ago.

"Let's go."

Huo Guang was inexplicably looked at for a while, but he didn't care about it good-naturedly: "My brother said before, let me go to see him when you wake up." I don't know if he fell asleep at this time...... Wait, who are you! ”

I saw seven or eight Huns huddled together, moving in the same direction with them - the Chinese military tent. Hearing this, they turned their heads in unison and looked at Huo Guang...... and Gangneung Moon beside him.

Jiang Lingyue suddenly stopped.

Although these Huns had no weapons in their hands, the oppression in their eyes was too strong, and there was a fierce aura on their bodies that could not be washed away, so she couldn't help but feel related.

Huo Guang stared at them vigilantly: "Why are you gathering here late at night?" ”

Although the Huns in the army had already surrendered to Han, their race was destined for the Han army not to treat them as "their own people".

They act in a ghostly manner, which naturally arouses suspicion.

Those seven or eight people, you look at me, I look at you, and after a while, one person walked out and said to Huo Guang.

Jiang Lingyue barely understood Chang'an's elegant words, and still relied on the muscle memory left by the original owner. As for the Xiongnu-flavored plastic Chinese, she has a weak heart.

Huo Guang understood: "Someone is injured?" There is also Lang Zhong in the army, why don't you go to Lang Zhong and go straight to my brother's tent? ”

Hearing this, seven or eight people set off a low roar. Their noisy voices attracted the attention of many people not far away. Needless to say, the Chinese military tent not far away must have heard it.

"Silence!"

A sonorous sound of iron tools sounded, and a man in armor walked out of the tent: "Why are you making noise in front of the tent of the Chinese army?" ”

Jiang Lingyue looked at him twice, a little disappointed.

This person can't be Huo Quai, right? How so...... is also very tall, and can also be called handsome, but it is a little different from the imaginary generation of famous generals.

The next moment, she knew she was wrong.

I saw a person slowly walking out of the tent. He didn't say a word, only a light and agile figure, but he gave birth to an incomparable sharp aura, which made a few troublesome Huns suddenly quiet as chickens. The thick night was shrouded, and Jiang Lingyue couldn't see his facial features clearly, and could only see his jaw like a knife and axe under the moonlight.

The lacquer eyes are cold, like the snow of the Tianshan Mountains. *

"Brother!" Huo Guang called.

An awe-inspiring gaze like a knife followed, and he patrolled Jiang Lingyue's body for a moment before moving away. In just a few seconds, the cold hairs on Jiang Lingyue's back almost stood up.

Whew, what a strong aura.

There was no need to hesitate, she immediately confirmed that this must be Huo Qu's disease.

"What happened? Aguang, you come. ”

Huo Quai's voice is even sharp, like a sharp blade cutting off all the noisy sounds. Suddenly, there was no more commotion around, only the occasional crackling sound of the campfire.

was named by his brother, Huo Guang was a little nervous: "When I came to visit my brother with Miss Jiang, I met this group of Huns sneaking in front of the tent. They claim that a companion has been wounded, but instead of going to the ulcer doctor, they want you to do justice. ”

The Huns at the head retorted anxiously: "No! Those Lang Zhong only refused to see the Han people, but they refused to come to see us! ”

This time, Jiang Lingyue finally understood.

Huo Quzhi looked at the deputy general: "Lang Zhong really didn't save him when he died?" ”

"Lang Zhong didn't save him when he saw death, but he also lost a few on the march. Now there are only five or six people left, and there are thousands of wounded, and they really can't take care of it. ”

The implication of the adjutant general's words is that when it can't be taken into account, the first to be given up is naturally this group of Huns.

The Huns also understood, and they all showed sad and resentful looks: "We also led the way for the Han army, why did they do this to us?" ”

There was silence all around, only the sound of the wind.

Huo Quzhi's sword eyebrows frowned. No one could see what was going on in those painted eyes. Contrary to expectations, his thin lips lifted slightly, and he was about to speak, but he was interrupted.

A soft female voice sounded: "The little girl also knows a little about medicine, if you don't dislike it, why don't you let me take a look, how about it?" ”

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Lingyue. She suddenly felt like a man's back on her back, but she had no choice but to keep smiling.

Because just now, the system suddenly appeared.

[System task: Treat the Huns and get Huo Quai's appreciation. Auxiliary props: 100ML hydrogen peroxide, 50ML medical alcohol. 】

[Reward: Speed up the healing of the host's wounds.] 】

[Failure Punishment: Erasure.] 】

Jiang Lingyue was stunned for a moment: [...... Obliterate? Is that what I mean? 】

[That's what the host thinks.] 】

Jiangling Yue suddenly understood that the so-called "gaining Huo Quai's appreciation" was probably the beginning of the main quest. If you don't complete this, you won't be able to expand the main story at all.

That's why the system threatens her with obliteration.

But will it really obliterate? Not necessarily.

Thinking about this, Jiang Lingyue was not so flustered. After all...... Hydrogen peroxide and medical alcohol, she also wants it very much!

These two things are the source of every medical student's sense of security. Especially in this era of scarcity of productivity, they are not to mention precious.

[However, are you sure that I can cure the injuries of the Huns? 】

[If the host is not well cured, the system has to doubt the authenticity of the host diploma.] 】

Gangneung Moon Knot.

But at the same time, she has also settled down a lot.

Unexpectedly, as soon as her words came out, in addition to the surprise of a few people, more people showed suspicion on their faces.

Jiang Lingyue had to bite the bullet and say: "Although I am not good at learning, I also know some wound dressing techniques. Anyway, now that Langzhong is insufficient, there is nothing to lose by letting me take a look. Just think of it as ...... I have repaid the general for saving his life. ”

In the end, she looked at Huo Quzhi, only to find that the latter was also looking at her. The gaze is like a sword, and the thick scrutiny is as overwhelming as Mount Tai.

Compared to this time, Fang Cai's scrutiny can be called mild.

But Jiang Lingyue did not take his eyes off for half a minute.

From Huo Quai's point of view, a woman of unknown origin suddenly jumped out and said that she wanted to treat people in the army. If she's a manager, she'll be skeptical.

Fortunately, she won the bet.

After a few breaths, Huo Quzhi slowly spoke: "Yes." ”

Jiang Lingyue breathed a deep sigh of relief: "Thank you for your appreciation, General." I also need to go to the carriage to get something, and in a little while I will go to the tents of the Huns. ”

This "preparation thing" is naturally a prop for taking the system.

Although the origin of these two things is difficult to say, as long as she claims to carry them with her, no one can find anything wrong. After all, even Huo Guang, who had been with her for the longest time, had not searched her body.

But in half an hour, Jiang Lingyue had two more small porcelain bottles in his hand out of thin air. The bottle body is simple, probably a unique style of the Western Han Dynasty.

It seems that the system is still very intimate, and it also takes into account the question of whether it will be exposed.

As soon as she jumped out of the carriage, she saw two soldiers waiting outside the door: "The marquis ordered us to show the way for the girl." ”

"Please."

After walking a few hundred meters behind the soldiers, Gangneung-wol was led to a tent. This is where the wounded of the Huns lived.

She didn't think much of it, leaned over and slipped in, only to take a breath and barely throw it out.

It smells terrible!

She'd never smelled so bad in her life!

The Huns are nomadic people, and the people who live in tents are wounded and wounded, and the smell of rotting flesh and blood is mixed with the smell of cattle and sheep, not to mention how sour. Compared with this taste, the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital is a fairyland.

Jiang Lingyue subconsciously covered her mouth, and her stomach turned over for a while.

But she pressed against her throat, trying not to vomit. A doctor vomits when he sees a patient, and no matter how you look at it, it is not convincing.

After slowing down for a while, she glanced at the side of the bed, only to find that it was not only the Huns, but also Huo Guang and a few pro-soldiers on the side, and even Huo Qubing himself came.

The eyes of the two met, and he bowed his head and said, "The girl is at her own convenience, don't care about me." ”

That being said, how can you not care.

The dim light reflected Huo Quai's face, which not only made this messy tent a little brighter, but also made Jiang Lingyue secretly take a breath of cold air.

How handsome......

What is a natural face, what is a modeled face, she can be regarded as seeing the real thing today!

Not to mention his ability to fight, this face alone is enough to turn sentient beings upside down. Even if it is put in the modern entertainment industry, it is easy to earn 2.08 million a day when it becomes popular overnight.

When he went there, even the smell of the tent had faded a lot.

Jiang Lingyue settled down and looked at the head of the bed. The dressings and scalpels are fully equipped. Although the scalpel is not very sharp to look at, it is enough. *

And the bedside patient was a little scary. Their skin was slightly darker than that of the Han Chinese, but they could still see that their faces were flushed. The exposed skin was covered with a large wound, blackened pus, a stench of decay, and a few mosquitoes lingering on it.

"Lingyue, can you cure it?" Huo Guang couldn't help but ask.

"It's a little worse than I thought, but the wound can be treated. However, his wound was inflamed to the point of high fever, and I could only try my best to treat it, and it was up to him whether he could reduce the fever or not. ”

Now it is not a descendant, and a pack of powder can easily reduce fever. If the high fever does not go away, it may really kill a person.

The Huns looked at her expectantly, so that Jiang Lingyue couldn't bear to say anything more: "Let's start." ”

Several candles were held aloft to illuminate the patient's sores. She quickly picked out the abscess with the knife and let the foul-smelling pus flow out. He immediately took out the porcelain vase, carefully poured it over the wound, and rinsed away the remaining pus.

Hydrogen peroxide is colorless and odorless, and in addition to not disinfecting the skin surface, it can destroy the protein near the wound, which is an excellent debridement and disinfection tool.

After the pus was washed away, the blurred flesh was washed slightly white. Jiang Lingyue couldn't help but think regretfully: It would be nice if the system gave another bottle of normal saline.

Iodophor is also good, she doesn't pick, she wants everything.

After basic disinfection, it's time to remove the necrotic tissue. Jiang Lingyue used a knife to pick up the abscess just now, and it was inevitable that there was a little pus on the back of the knife. She skillfully took out the porcelain bottle containing medical alcohol, poured out a little, and carefully wiped the blade of the knife to disinfect.

A person with a sharp nose sniffed out: "Is it wine?" ”

"Hmm."

Is it really wine? But they can smell such a strong smell from afar, is this external wine better than what they usually drink?

The rest of the tent each exchanged a look. Only Huo Qu was unmoved, holding his arms and groaning, not knowing what he was thinking.

If Jiang Lingyue knew what these people thought, she would definitely complain: 75% concentration of medical alcohol, drinking it will cause alcohol poisoning!

But she didn't know it at the moment, but was engrossed in staring at the wound for a moment, swinging a scalpel and steadily cutting off the rotting flesh from the wound.

One knife, two knives.

Xu was in too much pain, and the unconscious man's hands and feet twitched restlessly.

"Hold him down, don't let him move!"

When several Huns heard the command, they hurriedly held down the patient's limbs so that Jiang Lingyue could continue to act.

Hey, it's really inconvenient to have no anesthetic.

Jiang Lingyue slandered in her heart, but her hands were not messy, and after removing all the necrotic tissues, she was coated with dressings and wrapped in hemp yarn. Finally, she thought about it, poured some alcohol and soaked it in the sackcloth, and rubbed it repeatedly on the patient's forehead to cool down. *

"Okay, the wound has been taken care of."

The inexplicable tension in the tent was also relaxed. But you look at me, I look at you, and no one speaks.

Although it is the simplest debridement, it is a basic compulsory course for every medical student. But in the Han Dynasty two thousand years ago, Jiang Lingyue was still a little nervous when everyone was staring at him.

In addition, the scalpel does not fit well, and it is inevitable that the movements will be jerky.

But Jiang Lingyue's self-righteous methods are already skilled and experienced in the eyes of onlookers. Whether it is the calmness when wielding a knife to cut the flesh, or the decisiveness when ordering someone to hold down the patient's limbs, such a flowing medical skill can only be achieved by a doctor who has accumulated years of experience.

Coupled with the small cup of liquor he took out, it was even more curious. If they didn't know that doctors have their own secret recipes, they would have to open their mouths to find out.

But Jiang Lingyue didn't know that she was nervous at the moment.

I don't know if this technique of treating wounds is enough for Huo Qu to take a look?