Zhou Yi rolled his eyes at Wang Dachui, and then said angrily: "It sounds like injections are very simple, why don't you give it a try!"
Wang Dachui was not convinced and said: "You will die if you try it!"
"Old Lin Taji has his own destiny. Besides, a few more needles won't kill him."
Wang Dachui said it was easy, but the moment he got the needle, he was like Zhou Yi, looking at the veins on the back of Lin Zhenyuan's hand and not knowing where to start.
Wang Dachui fiddled with left and right, but did not insert the needle.
Zhou Yi curled his lips and asked jokingly: "Can you do it?"
How can a man say no? Especially for a tough man like Wang Dachui, who was provoked by Zhou Yi, Wang Dachui directly inserted the needle into the back of Lin Zhenyuan's hand.
Because it was the first time for acupuncture, Wang Dachui did not dare to insert the needle too deep, so the needle jumped out again after a while.
Wang Dachui pricked it several times, but it was still too shallow, and the needle jumped several times.
Perhaps because the needle for the infusion got stuck, Wang Dachui pricked it more than ten times in succession, leaving bloody holes on the back of Lin Zhenyuan's hand.
If it were Zhou Yi who was doing the injection, Deng Ponu and the other former soldiers of Lin Zhenyuan would be able to relax, but now it was Wang Dachui who was giving their general the injection and infusion.
Deng Ponu stepped forward quickly and said to Wang Dachui with a crying look on his face: "General Wang, if you continue to be such a scumbag, our general will be stabbed to death before he can be tortured to death by this disease."
Wang Dachui inserted the needle for the last time. This time it was just right, not shallow but not deep, and the infusion needle would not jump out.
"Okay, okay, it really worked this time!"
Wang Dachui wiped the sweat from his head, exhaled a breath, and said: "Not to mention, infusion seems simple, but it is really not easy to operate!"
"Brother Yi, let's hire professionals to do professional things next time! Don't we have military doctors in the army?"
Zhou Yi complained directly: "Didn't you volunteer just now to give General Lin an injection? You said it as if I forced you!"
However, Wang Dachui's words awoke the man in his dream, so he quickly asked the soldiers to call in the army doctor Zhang Jing and others.
Zhang Jinggang, who had been beaten with ten army sticks, wanted to kneel down and salute, but Zhou Yi directly asked him to dispense with these cliché etiquette.
"You were beaten with ten army sticks today, do you have any complaints?" Zhou Yi asked.
Zhang Jing said with tears in his eyes: "I don't dare. My medical skills are low and I can't save the soldiers of our mighty guard. The commander-in-chief is already showing mercy by not killing the villain."
So he stuffed the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" that he had just crammed into Zhang Jing's hands, and said: "Your medical skills are indeed not very good. I have a medical holy book here that is rumored to be written by the Barefoot Master. You Let’s use it to study hard, and don’t let it live up to my expectations.”
Zhang Jing held the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" in both hands, his face extremely excited.
If others said this was some kind of medical holy book passed down by the Barefoot Immortal, Zhang Jing would definitely sneer at it.
But this is what the spiritual leaders of Weiwuwei and even the common people in Yongzhou, Liangzhou, and Qingzhou said, and Zhang Jing naturally believed it.
Regardless of the pain on his butt, Zhang Jing quickly knelt down and thanked Zhou Yi for giving him the book.
Zhou Yi did not stop Zhang Jing this time, but just said to him: "For a doctor, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. After you have learned it, you must promote it to the entire army so that more people understand medical skills." , knows medical skills.”
With great ability comes great responsibility. After hearing this sentence, Zhang Jing felt a sense of enlightenment.
With tears in his eyes, Zhang Jing responded excitedly: "I will follow the commander-in-chief's teachings. After Jing succeeds in his studies, he will definitely promote it to the whole army and the whole people!"
Zhou Yi nodded with satisfaction, then pointed to Lin Zhenyuan who was doing infusion at the side and said: "You first learn how to infuse carefully, and then go get some antipyretics, antibiotics and antiviral drugs for infusion treatment for all the soldiers in the army."
Zhang Jing hurriedly accepted the order and carefully studied how to infuse. After watching it a few times, he began to give drips to the soldiers in the army who were suffering from the epidemic.
I don’t know whether the antibiotics, antiviral and antipyretic drugs are really effective in dealing with the virus, or whether it’s because Lin Zhenyuan and the others are in good health. After the infusion, their condition really improved, and the epidemic situation in the military did not change. and further spread the infection.
It's just that the illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. Lin Zhenyuan and other sick soldiers still need to take good care to recover as before.
During this period, Wu Wan Shanyu, who had fled, took advantage of Zhou Yi to treat the infected soldiers, and he regrouped the scattered Xiongnu soldiers.
However, after Zhou Yi's unexpected sneak attack last time, Karasuma Shanyu was able to gather only a little over 200,000 soldiers, less than half of the original army.
The remaining soldiers were either killed or had fled long ago, and of course more of them surrendered directly to Zhou Yi.
King Beiliu, who was frightened by Wang Erniu, Zhao Tiezhu and others' cannon fire, suggested to Karasuma Chanyu: "King Khan, there is a magical weapon in the Chen army. They seem to be able to use it to summon thunder. When lightning fell that day, it could kill dozens of soldiers!"
When Karasuma Shanyu heard this, he immediately remembered the reward for letting Su Shi dare to defraud the Great Wall, but the soldiers later came back defeated.
The interested Karasuma Shanyu quickly asked: "Oh? What does the weapon that can summon thunder look like?"
King Beiliu vaguely described it based on the report of his tribe's warriors: "I heard that the weapon is long and thick!"
Hearing King Beiliu's description, Karasuma Shanyu inexplicably thought of the words "Zhou Yi" shouted when he was about to catch up with him.
"King Khan, the Chen army has such powerful weapons, and their current number is no less than ours, and even more than ours. Why don't we retreat first and wait until the time comes!" King Beiliu He warned with sincerity.
King Juncheng, who had also suffered defeat, strongly agreed with King Beiliu's suggestion.
King Hulan on the other side said with disdain: "The reason why you are defeated is entirely because your warriors are too cowardly."
King Hulan said this, which naturally made King Beiliu and King Juncheng angry.
Don't understand other people's affairs and don't understand other people's suffering. Obviously King Hulan is such a person.
King Beiliu and King Juncheng just looked sideways at King Hulan without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the tent instantly became cold.
For a time, the three Xiongnu kings, King Beiliu, King Juncheng, and King Hulan, became at war with each other.
Upon seeing this, Shanyu Karasuma hurriedly came out to mediate and said: "You all should stop fighting among yourself."
"I have to admit that Chen Guo is now much stronger than us in terms of the number of troops and the strength of their weapons, but this does not mean that we cannot defeat them. But..."
After hearing this turning point, the three Huns kings, King Beiliu, King Juncheng, and King Hulan, all looked at Karasuma Chanyu in unison.
The corners of Karasuma Chanyu's mouth slightly raised, showing a confident smile, and said: "In less than half a month, our army will easily kill them all without using a single soldier!"
