"Ti Ling, we are all strong young men in our twenties and thirties, so you can rest assured."
Looking at these strong young men in their twenties and thirties, Zheng Xiong had an expression of disbelief. With this old appearance, some people would believe that they were in their thirties or forties.
Faced with Zheng Xiong's suspicious look, Min Fu wanted to explain something, but he didn't know where to start.
"Withdrawal, we have all registered it. If you don't believe it, you can check it out."
"Check it or forget it, that's it!"
Looking at the old faces of everyone, Zheng Xiong was unmotivated. Years of hard work would really take a toll on an ordinary person. When people of this age are compared in later generations, the difference cannot be explained in a few words.
Just like what we saw on TV, when a celebrity goes to the countryside to visit an elderly person, the one who looks old is called grandma, but it turns out that the star is older, and the old person is called brother or sister. How can this be justified?
There is no comparison between people. Zheng Xiong is not a saint. He is good at managing his own affairs. He has also done a lot in the pharmacy and deserves to live a new life.
People's livelihood is so difficult that Zheng Xiong doesn't dare to think too much about who can have it better than others.
The doctors performed surgeries in a one-to-three configuration. There were dozens of seriously injured and dying people. One person operated and three assisted, so it was not a big problem.
The clerk ran over, and all the requests Zheng Xiong asked were met. Not to mention Zheng Xiong's own capital, the blacklist from the pharmacy alone also made Ti Tiao afraid.
As for humans, in addition to moral constraints, most of the time what we do is for ourselves, such as raising children for old age, including the piece of paper with blood.
When it comes to morality, it makes more sense to put on this coat.
The matching process was relatively smooth, and many civilian husbands were called in, so the matching was faster.
The doctor who completed the pairing led the person into the operation. The chicken that was brought was also slaughtered, and the intestines were processed and sent to the doctor.
Zheng Xiong was free again for a while, and followed the clerk to count ants.
Several screams could be heard from time to time in the camp, but they could not shake Zheng Xiong's mood of counting ants.
Before the sun was about to set, all the operations were basically completed, and the whole camp became a bit more vibrant with wailing sounds.
The reason why it is done quickly is that it is a simple and crude method, which saves a lot of time with one cut.
There was no place for accommodation in the camp, so Zheng Xiong left half of his men on duty and brought the rest back to Yanmen for accommodation.
On the first day of surgery, leave more people in just in case, and provide one-on-one service for better treatment.
Early the next morning, Zheng Xiong took the rested doctor to the camp for handover.
The yawning doctor suppressed his sleepiness and reported to Zheng Xiong one by one.
"Ti Ling, several people have developed symptoms of high fever, shortness of breath, and blood-red and whitish urine after surgery. Some people have already passed away, and some are about to die now."
Time is also destiny, manpower is sometimes poor, and fate is unpredictable. How many people die every day around the world, and whoever comes to grieve is a passerby in a hurry. We can only work hard to live longer and leave without regrets.
"Are you still awake? If so, ask them what other wishes they have and I will convey them to them."
"Yes, I will ask you now."
"You should go back and rest first. You have worked hard all day and night. Let the rested people take over."
"Thank you for your consideration."
After saying that, the doctor, who was already extremely sleepy, hurried back to rest, and the doctor who handed over made inquiries.
"Do you have any other wishes? We have already mentioned them. If you have any wishes, you can put them forward and help convey them."
"Thank you so much. I have a humble life. I don't dare to bother to ask for it. I'm thinking about it. I just want the young and old in the family to receive the compensation for my death." ~Satisfied.”
Before the doctor could say anything more, the wounded soldier died, and there were several similar situations.
After listening to the doctor's report, Zheng Xiong stood blankly for a moment, collected himself, and then replied.
"You go to other places first to see if there is anyone who needs help, and go and help."
"Yes, pick it up."
After giving the instructions, Zheng Xiong found a few sergeants who were left behind.
"A few people have left just now. Before leaving, I made a small request. I hope that the pension can be given to the whole family. Please help convey this."
"yes."
Zheng Xiong will definitely not say too much about what should be said and what should not be said. He should be cautious in his words and deeds regarding matters in the army.
"See what you do with these corpses."
"What we can do is find a place to bury them. Speaking of which, they are quite good, and there are not many. If we set up tombstones for them, they can enjoy the incense for a few years. Those who died on the battlefield are buried on the spot, except for their family members. I’m afraid no one will remember their existence!”
Listening to Xiao Bing's sigh, Zheng Xiong felt a little uncomfortable. He was a hero without a name.
"You are all good. It doesn't matter if you are not famous. As long as you do what you do, you are a hero. A person is lighter than a feather or a death is heavier than a mountain."
"Think that your majesty has you restoring my Han Dynasty clothes. All Han people will remember your achievements, and your descendants will regard you as an honor."
"You have received the award, and you can't afford it. I just hope that the world will be peaceful as soon as possible, and you will be satisfied with living a stable life."
"Well, if there are no taboos, they have the land to search, and they can also burn their ashes and return them to their roots. It's up to you to decide how to do it. I will just mention it."
After saying this, Zheng Xiong left, and the guard soldiers watched Zheng Xiong leave quietly.
Then he took his companions and carried out the dead wounded soldiers. There was no excessive sadness, only the sympathy of the death of a rabbit and the sorrow of a fox.
There are not many people who can treat people as human beings. They are the same people but different fates. Zheng Xiong left a deep impression on this soldier. It is really difficult to find an officer who has the patience to talk so much to a soldier.
Xiao Bing told his companion what Zheng Xiong had said. The companion was silent and then replied.
"The hair and skin of the body are received by parents and dare not be damaged. This is the beginning of filial piety. However, it is human nature for fallen leaves to return to their roots. This is not a battlefield. It is impossible to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. I don't know how to deal with this situation."
"Since the Song and Yuan Dynasties, cremation has been prohibited. Isn't it inappropriate for us to do this?"
In the third year of Jianlong's reign in the early Song Dynasty, the emperor ordered a ban on private cremation because "in modern times, barbarian laws have been followed, and most of the dead were cremated." However, this had little effect.
In the 27th year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, officials wrote to Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty: "Today's folk customs include the so-called cremation of people... burnt and discarded and donated... The burned ones are placed in the water." They believe that this kind of funeral custom is consistent with Confucianism and Confucianism. It goes against the Neo-Confucianism system initially established by Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Shao Yong and Er Cheng.
Therefore, they also requested a ban on cremation. However, this long-promulgated measure was equivalent to a piece of paper among the people. When the two Song Dynasties destroyed the country, it had little effect.
The subsequent Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties also vigorously prohibited cremation, but they all received varying degrees of cold reception from the people. From the repeated bans on cremation in Ningxia, Sichuan, and Jiangnan in "Marco Polo's Travels" to the "Rizhilu" of the Qing Dynasty in Hangzhou City Cremation is a common custom among the people, and the government order banning cremation has turned a deaf ear.
I have to say that people in our country are somewhat rebellious. In modern times, cremation is advocated but they also want to be buried.
Who can tell clearly who is right and who is wrong? Different needs lead to different decisions.
(End of chapter)
