In the evening, fiery red fire clouds appeared beside me.
Yang Gan wiped his forehead for a while and finally arrived at Baiyun Pass.
With my poor physical condition, even if I bring Zhang Yumeng with me, as long as I have enough horsepower, I can run for a whole night.
Riding on the rhinoceros, at a glance, you can see that the entire Baiyun Pass is densely surrounded by vast military camps.
There are at least 100,000 troops garrisoned here. After the recruits go to the grassland to experience, they will be transferred to Yangguguan to guard. The situation there is not optimistic.
The fuse has been lit, just waiting for the explosive barrel to explode.
Now the bodies of the soldiers made Yang Gan feel a little uneasy in his heart.
"I see that you are very calm. Are you not anxious at all?" Zhang Yumeng looked at Yang Gan who pulled him over, as if he didn't have any trace of panic.
Yang Qian said calmly, "There is nothing to be nervous about. Sitting in my position, it is impossible to be surprised when something happens. This will make the soldiers feel unreliable."
"We must not move even if Mount Tai collapses, so that we can provide the soldiers with enough safety and blessings."
Hundreds of people walked towards the military camp. Yang Qian did not come out alone. After experiencing so many things, he had learned his lesson long ago.
He was accompanied by hundreds of riders of the Xuanjia Army. These were the most elite members of the Xuanjia Army.
As long as they don't form a battle formation, it's absolutely fine for one person to pick out a dozen or twenty ordinary people.
After the soldiers at the door verified their identities, the guarding soldiers saluted.
A group of several hundred riders headed inside.
Mi Le was so busy this time. At the beginning, he even planned to ask the military doctor to see if it was an epidemic.
Later, after discovering that something was wrong, he immediately informed Xiao Yu, who immediately dispatched all members of Xuanhu Academy.
Then make a report and submit it to Yang Qian.
Despite the complexity of the steps, in this day and age, many officials would not even dare to imagine such administrative efficiency.
Under the leadership of Mi Le, we found the Military Medical Department. At this time, there were more than a dozen doctors in the house, having a heated discussion.
Especially Ge Xiuming, his beard and hair were spread out, and his face was red and noisy.
When someone saw Yang Qian, they immediately saluted and everyone shouted.
"I'll see you soon, Mr. Wu An."
Yang Gan waved his hand, "No nonsense, what's the specific situation?"
Ge Xiuming had been following Yang Gan and naturally knew his temper. A dozen doctors took him to a military camp.
I saw dozens of soldiers lying on the bed, with their trouser legs open, and the muscles on their hairy legs were undulating, and some were still squirming.
The soldiers cried out in pain.
Even Yang Qian, who crawled out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses, couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
Zhang Yumeng came to a soldier, pressed his leg, and immediately understood.
Ge Zhao said, "This is a muscle tumor. It is caused by blocked Qi and blood, blocked meridians, and blood stasis."
Ge Xiuming rarely nodded and said, "Yes, in fact, this disease is not uncommon in the military. Generally, when there are slight symptoms, it is enough to rest for a while. Generally, we call it old rotten legs."
"If the condition worsens and complications occur, ulcers will develop, which is generally called ecthyma. At that point, there is almost no cure."
Yang Gan glanced at Zhang Yumeng, who came to Yang Gan and said, "This is a varicose vein. It's a serious matter. It depends on the situation. The only serious problem is surgery. I don't have the equipment and conditions now."
Yang Gan sighed deeply in his heart, but now was not the time to be discouraged, so he asked immediately.
"What caused it?"
Ge Xiuming cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, this is a rotten leg caused by long-term trekking. Almost all armies have it. They usually use blood-activating ointments, but they cannot be completely cured. After all, after they are cured, they still need to train." , which will cause recurring attacks.”
"The situation of the Xuanjia Army is a bit more serious. Their training has actually surpassed that of many armies, and they are a bit overworked."
Yang Gan kept walking around in the military camp and came to a soldier's door. Mi Le immediately brought him a box and sat on it.
Yang Gan held the soldier's hand, his eyes slightly red.
"Thank you for your hard work, don't worry, I will definitely cure you."
The soldier said excitedly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, since we joined your service, we all understand that we serve the country in order to serve the country. You are serious about your words."
"Yes, yes~~~!"
The soldier's nose felt sour, big tears fell down his cheeks, and he choked with sobs.
"Your Majesty, I regret it. Soldiers should die in the wilderness, wrapped in horse leather. I, I want to die in bed, and I am unwilling to do so."
Yang Qian grabbed his hand hard and kept nodding, "I understand, I understand, don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will definitely cure you."
After finishing, he comforted the soldiers in the same camp and took the doctors to the military medical department.
Yang Qian, who was sitting in the main seat, slowly took a sip of tea, and the sad look on his face was gone.
"Doctors, let's treat it like this!"
After a discussion with more than a dozen doctors, Ge Zhao said, "Old rotten legs are caused by stagnant blood vessels in the lower limbs and poor blood return."
“My treatment method is mainly to use prescriptions for promoting blood circulation and dredging meridians orally or by soaking in water, etc.
"Commonly used medicines include Angelica sinensis, Niuqi, safflower, Salvia miltiorrhiza, and Ligusticum chuanxiong. However, some medicines are in short supply and need your support!"
Yang Qian waved his hand, "Any medicinal herbs, we will do our best to purchase them from outside, and we can even purchase them from other countries. As long as the price is moderate, it won't be a problem."
"promise!"
"Where are the people from Kariji? Where did they die?"
A man wearing light armor rushed in, "Your Majesty."
"Send a message to the village and immediately arrange for all caravans to purchase the required medicinal materials in large quantities. By the way, purchase another batch of linen cloth."
Ru from Kariji nodded, "Your Majesty, how much linen do you need?"
"The more the better, I guess no amount will be enough. Keep the notification going and buy as much as possible, but we still have to prevent merchants from raising prices. For merchants who raise prices, write down their names and wait until I'm done with my work before going to follow them." Settle the accounts one by one.”
"promise!"
At this time, a doctor jumped out and said, "Your Majesty, I also have a way. In fact, the witch doctor's method can be used."
When they saw this doctor, all the doctors were full of ridicule.
"Damn it, why are you here again?"
"Why are you dancing? You are a witch doctor? We have been separated for so many years."
"What is witchcraft? Superstition, okay."
"Tsk, there are still people who believe this."
Yang Qian smiled and didn't take it seriously at all. This doctor probably has a family inheritance. As for whether it has any effect, it depends on the opinion of different people.
Yang Qian has seen too many incredible things in ancient times, many of which are completely unrecorded in history. Therefore, he will slowly verify anything now and must not kill it with one shot.
Let him study it slowly, maybe there will be some unexpected effects.
"Now that the treatment plan has been formulated, let's get started, Mi Le, follow me!"
Everyone gave up.
Mi Le lowered his head and followed Yang Qian, looking like a doormat.
Arriving at the barracks room, Yang Gan glanced at him after sitting down and said, "Look up and chest out, it seems like you made a mistake."
"Dozens of people were seriously injured, and others were slightly injured. Such serious injuries have never happened since the emperor became the emperor. The last general, the last general..."
Mi Le's eyes were a little red, as if such a big responsibility was crushing him to death.
Yang Gan smiled and said, "Mi Le, your mental endurance is a bit low."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Yang Gan waved his hand, "This is not your fault. This is caused by long-term emergency march training."
After learning that the disease was varicose veins, Yang Qian already understood the cause.
This problem is your own fault, and you cannot and cannot get rid of it.
On the way here, Zhang Yumeng had already told herself some things about varicose veins.
Yang Qian is also planning the subsequent development in his heart.
Mi Le was shocked. This meant that the emperor wanted to take all the responsibility on himself. He immediately tried to persuade him.
"Your Majesty, for such a major accident, if you admit that it is your fault, I am afraid it will disturb the morale of the army. Otherwise, if you ask your subordinates to come down, even if I die, it can unite the morale of the army."
Yang Qian's face was full of disdain, he leaned back, let out a long sigh, and kept tapping his fingers on the table, making a "ta-da-da" sound.
"Mi Le, you disappoint me so much."
"Your Majesty?" Mi Le looked at Yang Qian, not knowing what was going on in Your Majesty's mind.
You know, in these days' wars, if generals have problems, they will downplay them. If a general fails four or five times, he will be cast aside by his subordinates.
"You have to know that I was born as a martial artist, and I also served in the military and became a king. People like us don't have any tricks up our sleeves. It's better to just admit it. It's no big deal."
"Now, the top priority is to treat these people with all our strength. I will take care of the rest. You need to go to the scene to comfort the soldiers. There must be no consequences of bombing the camp and the morale of the army."
"Also, we must train the soldiers from Liaodong well and unify their thoughts."
"promise!"
After Mi Le received the order, he quickly walked outside. Zhang Yumeng gave Yang Qian a thumbs up and admired him.
"You are a real cow. You can squeeze out some tears. When you saw the soldiers just now, your eyes were red. Isn't it true?"
Yang Gan rubbed his eyes and sneered, "You believe this too? It's just a political show and it fits my personality."
"Is there any way?"
Yang Qian leaned on the backrest, closed his eyes to rest, and pointed to his temples. Zhang Yumeng immediately walked up and started massaging him.
"Christina, find me a piece of linen cloth that is one and a half to two meters wide."
"Okay, you wait."
Zhang Yumeng asked curiously, "What do you want this kind of linen bag for?"
"The mountain man has his own clever plan. Wait, I'll tell you when Azabu comes."
Not long after, Krisna came in with four or five linen straps and threw them to Yang Gan.
Yang Gan took the tape and began to study it. Everyone looked at him, completely unable to guess what he was going to do.
