This time, not to mention a small soldier like a dog, even Wei Shilang was moved.

Being able to give a princess who is willing to eat beef for a stranger is definitely rare in life.

If they become the princess's guards, then, wouldn't they be able to eat beef porridge?

Subsequently, Shen Wu told them with facts, no, no!

You can eat it now.

As if sensing everyone's eager gaze, Shen Wu said with a smile: "Chef Zhu shouldn't just boil one bowl, later, let him bring it all, and everyone will eat some together!" ”

"During this time, thanks to the protection of the kings, we can avoid being trampled by the iron hooves of the rebels, a meat porridge, I don't know what, it's just a little bit of my heart!"

Shen Wan said very politely.

Let all the big-headed soldiers living at the lowest level be extremely moved.

They are also touched by Goldman Sachs, Chef Zhu and even Ying Nineteen: Princess, is this treating us as equal people?

She is not fame-seeking, but she is really willing to face up to their merits and thank them for their efforts!

It's a good feeling!

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

In the face of such a Shen Wu, Wei Shilang did not say some hypocritical excuses.

Because, this is an offense to the princess, and it is also a trampling on the princess's sincerity.

The kindness of the princess, they were ashamed.

"By the way, I also brought Zheng Yuanzheng from Tai Hospital. Ask him to help the little boar take a look! ”

"If there is a glimmer of life, we should not give up!"

Shen Yu pointed to Zheng Yuanzheng, who was standing aside, and said calmly.

Wei Shilang was shocked again, "Zheng Yuanzheng from the Tai Hospital?" ”

That's the best person in the hospital.

It's the existence of these big-headed soldiers, who can't be touched no matter what.

Now, Zheng Yuanzheng is willing to come to the barracks, and is he willing to treat a dying soldier?

Of course, Wei Shilang knew that all this was the princess's credit.

It was she who brought Zheng Yuanzheng, and it was also she who wanted to save the little wild boar.

Originally, Wei Shilang wanted to say something, the little wild boar's stomach was broken, and he would definitely not survive, so he didn't have to waste the imperial medicine and medicinal materials.

However, when his eyes met Shen Wu, who had a sympathetic face, he swallowed his words back.

Wei Shilang secretly swore that no matter whether the princess could save the little wild boar or not, our brother Qianniuwei would be grateful to her!

"Your Highness, the little wild boar is here!"

"Zheng Yuanzheng, please come with me!"

Wei Shilang respectfully made a gesture of invitation, and eagerly greeted Shen Wu and Zheng Yuanzheng.

As for Jiang Yanchi, he was still cold and arrogant, silent, and even his breathing seemed to have disappeared.

The whole thing seems to have become one with the night, independent of this world.

Wei Shilang and the others didn't even notice the existence of this person, so they didn't deliberately greet him.

Otherwise, they must have been shocked to find that this young man with a long body and a tall body was actually the twenty-first lang of the Jiang family who had been "disposed of" by the epidemic.

Zheng Yuan was carrying a medical box on his back and came to the tent.

Wei Shilang held the candle and helped light it.

Zheng Yuan had just entered, and by the bright light of the fire, he saw the young man lying on the straw mat clearly.

"Hiss~~~"

Zheng Yuan was gasping for a long time.

The man's injuries were too severe, his stomach was torn and covered in blood, and although his face was clean, it was red from a high fever.

He had begun to become delirious and was unconsciously talking nonsense.

Zheng Yuan is daring to use the medical skills he has learned for decades to guarantee that this young man will not survive tonight.

What's more, maybe the next moment, he will-

"Give him a fever first!"

"Just use special anti-inflammatory drugs!"

Shen Wu also walked in.

The tent is not particularly large, but it can accommodate four or five people.

Shen Wu was not frightened by the tragic injuries of the little wild boar in the slightest, nor did she dislike the simplicity of the tent and the stench of blood.

Although through the hood, Wei Shilang couldn't see her expression.

However, Wei Shilang just has a kind of certainty: the little princess is really very calm and indifferent.

It was as if the little boar was only a little injured, as if it was just a normal place to live.

Zheng Yuan heard Shen Yuan's order, and answered, so he began to put down the outpatient box and take out a porcelain bottle from it.

The porcelain bottle contains the "anti-inflammatory drug" extracted from the paste.

There is already such a successful case as Jiang Yanchi, and Zheng Yuan is also a little more confident in this strange medicine.

The little wild boar has completely lost consciousness and does not know how to open his mouth to drink medicine.

Wei Shilang put the candle aside from the straw mat, approached it, and reached out to pinch the little boar's cheek.

With a sharp force, his mouth opened.

Zheng Yuanzheng did not hesitate and hurriedly poured the medicine in.

"Stitch him up again, just as I said."

Shen Wu continued to command, "Thread the sheep intestine with a needle, just like sewing clothes, and sew the torn belly well!" ”

"By the way, pay attention to layering!"

There is not only one layer of belly, it needs to be stitched together layer by layer.

Zheng Yuanzheng had already listened to Shen Wu talk about it once, and when he heard her talk about "suturing" again, he still couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp.

It's meat!

It's people!

If it's not cloth, how can it be sewn with a needle?

Even Wei Shilang, who had been on the battlefield and seen the scene of flesh and blood flying and heads and arms flying around, was also shocked.

Stitching, stitching?

With a needle and thread?

Although she knew that the little wild boar would definitely die, the princess was just "a dead horse as a live horse doctor".

But the problem is that the little boar is still alive, he is not dead.

How can you be so tossed around?

Even if you are dead, you should follow the rule of "the dead are greater" and you can't desecrate the dead.

Zheng Yuan was trembling and threading the sheep intestines, and the hand holding the needle was trembling in the air, and he couldn't get off at all.

Wei Shilang was hesitating, should he do anything with the little princess?

The little boar was his brother, and he couldn't watch him being tossed like this.

It's just that the nose can still smell the aroma of braised pork, as well as the beef porridge promised by the princess......

Wei Shilang hesitated again.

Shen Wu couldn't help it, and she was about to step forward when she raised her feet: Zheng Yuan is unreliable, then I'll come!

"I'll do it!"

Without waiting for Shen Wu to come on the field in person, a cold, deep voice came from behind her.

When everyone heard the movement, they all subconsciously turned their heads.

Jiang Yanchi stood out from the dark shadow.

He didn't wear a hat, so that incomparably handsome face was instantly displayed in front of everyone.

"Two, two—"Eleven?

Wei Shilang seemed to have seen a ghost, and he couldn't say everything.

Jiang Yanchi ignored it, he walked straight to Zheng Yuanzheng's side, and reached out to pick up the "needle and thread".

Zheng Yuan was subconsciously wanting to throw away this hot potato, but he still held back, and he looked up at Shen Yuan.

Shen Wu is his master, and if the master doesn't speak, he doesn't dare to make his own decisions.

Shen Wu bowed her head slightly, and motioned for Zheng Yuan to hand over the things to Jiang Yanchi.

"Well, I still underestimate how receptive the ancients were to new things."

"Stitching up wounds is normal in the afterlife."

"But in ancient times, when the 'parents of the body were exposed to the skin', normal people could not accept it."

"That is, Jiang Yanchi, who is a madman himself, will not care about these ......"