A loud voice shouted, and with this shout, more people shouted loudly to let the order be conveyed. At the same time, four or five people came running with big baskets on their backs.

Those who were running back and forth, whether they were carrying wounded soldiers or empty stretchers, stopped, put down the stretchers, and then sat on the ground, breathing heavily. The four or five people rushed over and threw down a stretcher along the way.

It was a skin bag, and these people picked it up and drank it in big gulps.

Qiao Minghua also picked up one. He turned his head and looked into the tent. The tent was already lit with torches, illuminating it brightly.

The woman was raising her head, holding up a leather bag and drinking heavily.

Qiao Minghua opened the skin bag and took a taste.

Salty...

What kind of water is this?

Soon these people dropped their skins and started running again.

The morning light gradually brightened, and the pungent smell brought Qiao Minghua back to his senses.

The surroundings were quiet as never before.

No more fighting, no more screaming.

This kind of silence was so terrifying that Qiao Minghua suddenly stood up from the corner and saw soldiers lying or sitting all over the street.

The sound of heavy footsteps broke the silence.

Two teams of auxiliary soldiers passed along the street carrying strange buckets, spraying water mist wherever they went.

That's where the pungent smell comes from.

Qiao Minghua suddenly realized.

"What are you doing?" he couldn't help but asked loudly.

"Disinfection." Someone answered loudly, and then walked past without stopping.

Qiao Minghua took a deep breath and then gradually concentrated. The battle ended when it got dark yesterday. The Tatars retreated and they held on. The mission of the soldiers and generals was completed, but the battle of the military doctors was far from over.

The military doctors who recovered from the shock rushed into treatment and were busy until dawn. Qiao Minghua took a nap against the wall, but unexpectedly fell asleep.

Those wounded soldiers...

He turned around and was about to run into the house, when a sound that sounded like crying and laughing suddenly sounded.

"This is impossible! This is impossible!"

Zhou Maochun yelled like crazy in a room full of wounded soldiers, and his expression seemed to be crying and laughing.

"How come they didn't die! How could they not die! How could so many people be saved!"

These words made the conscious wounded soldier become angry and look over him with evil eyes.

Zhou Maochun didn't notice it at all, and even if he did notice it, he wouldn't pay attention to it.

"This is impossible!" he repeated over and over again, his eyes wild.

This is impossible!

It’s just the simplest treatment!

How could such a big effect be possible!

"Dad." A hoarse voice shouted, causing Zhou Maochun to regain consciousness from his temporary frenzy.

"Yue Niang, Yuen Niang, are you a god?" Zhou Maochun rushed over and grabbed the woman who had just stood up from a wounded soldier and shook her.

Qi Yue was almost shaken and fell down.

"I'm not a fairy." She smiled.

"Then how did you do it!" Zhou Maochun shouted, "This is impossible, this is impossible!"

Qi Yue smiled at him.

"Nothing is impossible," she said, "Everything is possible, as long as you want it."

So, that's, hope?

Qiao Minghua stood outside the door and looked at the woman in the room.

He looked around the room. The soldiers were either awake or asleep, but they were undoubtedly still alive.

Tears fell from his eyes.

Master, Master, have you seen it? There is really hope in this world!

Master, Master, have you seen it? There is hope in this world!

Master, Master, I! Actually! I saw it!

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Chapter completed!