After An Er left, Wen Xi said aloud: "You go and discuss the matter! I'll go to the wounded camp to see if I can help. The pills have no side effects and can be taken directly."
Wen Xi spent the whole afternoon busy in the wounded camp, trying his best to treat the injured soldiers.
However, there is a shortage of medicine here and it has been devastated by successive wars. Even medicinal herbs are difficult to find.
However, treating so many wounded soldiers will definitely require an extremely large number of medicinal herbs.
There is an inexhaustible supply of herbs in the space, but how to get them out?
"Little brother, what's your name?" At dinner time, Mo Yuyan and the others hadn't come out of the camp yet, and An Yi didn't know where they were. Wen Xi followed several military doctors to have dinner together.
"Wenxi."
"What a good name!" It's just a bit girly.
Zhou Zheng did not say the next sentence.
"Brother Wenxi, who did you learn this medical skill from?" Doctor Zhao next to him said, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that someone as young as a baby could have such good medical skills."
"Yeah, I can't even keep up with my eyes when I see you treating the wound."
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"My master has passed away." Speaking of her master, she recalled the scene that seemed like a dream but not a dream.
"I see, that's really a pity."
Wen Xi gnawed on the dry corn buns and asked, "Do you eat this every day?"
"No."
"Sometimes we can't even eat. After all, people in Nanjing County have to run and hide when they need to, and the land is barren. It's pretty good to have corn buns to eat."
Wen Xi looked at the steamed buns. After eating this, how could the soldiers have the strength to fight?
When dividing the steamed buns, she still remembered the man saying that each person could only take one.
A person of her size can barely satisfy her stomach by eating one. How many should those young and strong people eat to be full?
How can you go to the battlefield and fight the enemy if you don't have enough to eat?
"I heard... Young Master." The girl's son in An Yi's mouth turned around and said, "The prince is waiting for you."
Wen Xi clapped his hands, took the steamed buns, and followed An Yi to the handsome tent.
Zhou Zheng looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It seems that the prince really has a secret that cannot be known to others!"
Unexpectedly, their prince, the God of War, who was all-powerful and invincible on the battlefield, turned out to be... a cut-sleeve man.
When Mo Yuyan saw the steamed bun in Wen Xi's hand, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed. She had been riding a carriage for several days to get here, and then she went directly to the wounded barracks to help treat people. She had to eat this dry and non-nutritious food at night. I wonder if it was his. I have an illusion that she has lost a lot of weight after not seeing her for a while.
"Why don't you wait for me?"
"Who knows how long your discussion will last?" She took another bite of the steamed bun and said, "Besides, your soldiers can eat it, what can't I eat?"
"Master, would you like to send it in now?" An Yi's voice came from outside the tent.
"come in!"
I saw An Yi carrying a tray with three meat dishes on it.
"There's really nothing to eat here, so just make do with it and go back early tomorrow morning!"
Wen Xi finally knew where An Yi went in the evening, and his feelings were looking for meat for him.
"When I was at the wounded camp in the afternoon, I found that the knife skills used by Dr. Zhou and others were somewhat outdated. I wanted to stay in the military camp for a few days and teach them some of my own treatment methods. This would not only improve the efficiency of treatment, but also teach them some of my own treatment methods. It can also increase the chance of survival of injured soldiers."
"But, here..."
"I will always dress up as a man to prevent others from finding out."
Although Mo Yuyan couldn't bear her suffering here, he would be extremely happy if more soldiers could survive.
At night, Wen Xi slept in this handsome tent, while the dignified Dongchen God of War spent the whole night on the hard couch next to him.
On the second day, Wen Xi came to the injured camp again.
Zhou Zheng and the others were naturally very happy to see her.
As soon as Wen Xi said what he was willing to teach him, the four military doctors headed by Zhou Zheng knelt down to serve tea and called the master.
Wen Xi handed them the scalpel that had been prepared long ago: "When removing carrion, you need to use this kind of knife. The blade is small and sharp." "
Where have those people seen such an exquisite thing?
Each and every one of them felt like they had found a treasure.
Wen Xi took out a few more porcelain bottles and handed them over: "This contains my own secret Ma Fei Powder, which is more effective."
Those people had all seen Wenxi's Ma Fei Powder, and it was indeed different from the one they used. Sprinkle this Ma Fei Powder, let alone remove carrion, and even make a direct cut on the skin without feeling it.
At this time, An Yi and several people carried in several large boxes, which contained trauma pills.
Wen Xi made a rough estimate and found that these pills could only sustain the wounded soldiers for more than ten days.
With so many people's expenses, I really don't know how Mo Yuyan can survive.
"Military Doctor Zhou, these are trauma pills. Please give them to your brothers as soon as possible!" An Yi's tone contained an imperceptible urgency.
Military Doctor Zhou looked at so many pills and murmured in disbelief: "Oh my God! There are so many pills. Brothers can be saved!"
The wounded soldiers looked at the pills with shocked expressions in their eyes. You know, the cost of pills is several times that of herbal medicines. How much money do so many pills cost?
At this moment, several soldiers were running with a stretcher and shouting: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
In an instant, those people broke into the wounded camp and said breathlessly: "Military Doctor Zhou, take a look, our Vice-General Lin is dying!"
Lieutenant General Lin was Lin Wei, the son of the current general Lin Fu. Lin Fu was a confidant of the King of War, and he was naturally working for him.
Zhou Zheng hurriedly stepped forward. Lin Wei had several bloody holes on his body. The most serious one was the arrow wound on his left shoulder. The wound had turned black, indicating that the arrow was poisonous.
"Hey." Zhou Zheng couldn't stop shaking his head after taking his pulse.
"Military Doctor Zhou, what do you mean by shaking your head?" a soldier asked eagerly.
"Not to mention how serious the injuries on his body are, he can't survive just the arrow wound on his left shoulder. It's highly poisonous."
When the people who carried him heard this, their faces instantly turned pale as paper.
Wen Xi pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward to take a look. Indeed, as Dr. Zhou said, he was extremely seriously injured and was at the end of his strength.
However, who allowed him to meet him?
It shows that his life should not be cut off.
"An Yi, medicine box."
After An Yi heard it, it seemed that Lin Wei could still be saved! He quickly opened the medicine box.
Wen Xi took out the porcelain bottle and washed the wound with spiritual spring water. The spiritual spring water detoxified the poison, and the original purple-black color of the wound gradually faded, until it finally disappeared and returned to the color of normal skin.
When several military doctors saw such a magical scene, they all stared at Wen Xi with burning eyes. No, to be precise, they stared at the porcelain bottle in his hand.
Unblinking.
