At this time, the women in the village heard that the war had ceased and came one after another. When they saw someone in their house being injured, their cries became louder and louder.
This was the scene when He Zhiran arrived.
She nudged the crowd in front of her.
"Everyone give way and let me see their injuries."
The villagers are all familiar with He Zhiran, and some people know that she knows medical skills.
"Hurry, hurry, Lao Jiu's family is here, please ask her for help."
Soon, the crowd voluntarily gave way to a path, and some women even saw that she was bulky and kindly stepped forward to help her.
He Zhiran stood in the center of the crowd, with a clear view of the people participating in the battle.
Nan Rui was standing not far away covered in blood, holding a shiny sword in his hand and looking worriedly at the injured villagers.
He Zhiran heard Mo Jiuye say that Nan Rui didn't know martial arts. Now he lives in Xiling Village and dismissed his guards.
It was not easy for a noble prince with no strength to restrain himself, and he could join the common people in resisting foreign enemies at a critical moment. For this, He Zhiran thought highly of him.
Fortunately, although Nari looked miserable, he was not injured.
At this moment, she didn't care to say hello to Nan Rui and quickly checked the number of injured villagers. There seemed to be about twenty people.
Fortunately, they all suffered superficial wounds, but the wounds were very deep. In some cases, bones could even be seen, and blood was constantly pouring out.
This kind of injury is not difficult for He Zhiran to deal with. The only troublesome thing is that there are too many people injured.
In such a situation, it would be great if Mo Jiuye was here. He has learned to deal with trauma very well, and he even knows how to suture it.
Thinking of Mo Jiuye, he has been away from home for more than half a month. I wonder if his affairs in the capital are still going well.
For the first time, He Zhiran felt like missing someone so much.
Although she missed him in her heart, she did not forget that there were more important things to do at the moment.
At this time, Zhao Lizheng came to her with an anxious look on his face: "Lao Jiu's family, can their injuries be cured?"
"Uncle Zhao, I can treat their injuries, but there are too many of them. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle them all by myself."
As she spoke, she looked at the uninjured villagers.
"Would any of you want to help?"
In the current situation, He Zhiran could only ask these villagers for help. It didn't require any skills, just be careful.
Zhao Zechuan was the first to stand up. Although he was not injured, his blue robe was stained with blood and he looked a little embarrassed.
"Sister-in-law Ninth, I can help. Just give me whatever you need."
Fang Chuanzhou and Xie Tianhai also came forward with their families.
"We can also do it from Lao Jiu's family."
Immediately afterwards, Nari came over and said, "I can help too."
There is also Hu Cong, who is naturally obliged to do so.
He Zhiran first looked at a few people. They should have suffered some skin injuries, but they didn't seem to be a big problem.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, we all deserve it."
Several people felt a little ashamed when they answered. A woman with a big belly can do this without any hesitation. How could they be afraid of the hard work?
Saving people is like putting out fires. He Zhiran didn't bother to explain too much and quickly ordered: "You guys, clean your hands first, and then come over to me to get the medicine."
After hearing this, everyone ran towards the nearby river to wash their hands, and then quickly ran back to find He Zhiran.
He Zhiran had already begun to prepare to treat the wounds of the most seriously injured people.
She skillfully helped the man treat the wound, pointing to the medicine she brought and teaching several people how to treat the wound.
Soon, everyone started trying to follow the method He Zhiran said.
By this time, it was already broad daylight, and people from other villages who were helping the Mo family build their houses had already arrived one after another.
They were shocked at first by the scene in front of them.
At the foot of the mountain was the location of the Mo family's new house. All the barbarians who had been knocked unconscious by Brother Seven were lying there in a mess. Coupled with the blood stains around them, it immediately gave people the feeling of corpses strewn all over the place.
The brave ones saw the two Mo brothers tying up those people and cautiously approached them.
"Seventh Master, Eighth Master, what is this?"
Seventh Brother turned his head. Although he could not name the person who spoke, he knew that he was a worker hired by his family.
"Quickly, call everyone over to help and tie up these people." Brother Seven pointed at the barbarians lying on the ground and said.
The worker was startled by what he said.
"Qi... Qiye, do you have to tie up even the dead?"
Seeing the expression on the man's face when he spoke, Brother Qi also realized that there was a misunderstanding.
"They are not dead, just unconscious."
"Really...really not dead?" The worker couldn't believe it.
"Most of them are alive, you can just pick the ones that are alive." Brother Seventh was obviously a little anxious. There were so many barbarians and no one was helping them. How long would he and Brother Eight be tied up?
When the worker saw this, he nodded numbly, and then went back to call for help.
Many people participated, and soon the invading barbarians were all tied up with their own belts.
Immediately afterwards, without any instructions from the Mo brothers, the workers simply cleaned up the scene of the fight.
When Seventh Brother and Eighth Brother began to fight against each other, they had no intention of sparing these people lightly. Therefore, at least a hundred people died before the barbarians were drugged into coma.
Those who were alive were more or less slightly injured.
In such a situation, no one will die even without treatment.
Nowadays, the Mohists are just ordinary people. It can even be said that they are not as good as ordinary people. After all, they are all people whose homes were confiscated and exiled by the imperial decree.
Mo Chuhan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Seventh brother, such a big thing has happened. I think it is necessary to go to the Yamen to inform Mr. Meng how to deal with these people, and also listen to his opinion."
"Well, please work hard, eighth brother, and hurry up and go to the county government office." Seventh brother also agreed with this.
"Okay, I'll go now and leave this place to Brother Seven."
After Mo Chuhan finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Under Mo Hanyue's guidance, the women became more and more skilled in treating the injured dogs, without any delay in speed.
They really felt sorry for these dogs, and they just thought that if they acted faster, the dogs would suffer less.
The same goes for He Zhiran. She is responsible for treating the seriously injured villagers, while leaving the rest to Fang Chuanzhou and the others.
With the concerted efforts of everyone, the injuries of all the villagers and dogs were finally treated after an hour.
The villagers were carried back by their families, and the dogs were carefully carried back to the shed where they usually rested by the workers. Mo Hanyue volunteered to take care of them.
Such a big thing happened today, which made people panic. The Mo family could only take a day off from building a house.
