When the hot bowl was brought to the table, the aroma of the meat immediately overflowed.

"Please, please." The general greeted warmly.

The generals sitting around a large table made up of four tables all looked at the meat on the table enthusiastically, but no one touched it.

Chang Yuncheng, who was sitting in the middle, smiled and reached out to pick up a piece of meat.

"Thank you for your hard work!" he said loudly.

"Good job, General." Everyone replied one after another.

Then they all reached out to grab the meat and started to eat it.

Although it was the first lunar month, it was still freezing cold across the entire Mobei area at this time. After eating the hot meat, the generals suddenly became sweaty.

"It's a pity that there is no wine." Someone laughed.

It is not allowed to drink alcohol while marching or fighting.

"Hey, when I came in, I saw a big cart of wine passing by..." someone couldn't help but say.

They thought it was a reward specially given to them by the coach.

As a result, in addition to meat and soup, there was only water on the table at this time, and there was not even a wine glass.

"Those are all used by military doctors." The soldier serving the food next to him heard it and said hurriedly.

Military doctor!

The eyes of all the generals present suddenly lit up.

The commander-in-chief, General Chang Yuncheng, was supervising the battle in Mobei. In addition to the reinforcements of four thousand troops, he also brought a team of magical military doctors.

There are only about twenty of these military doctors, but their effectiveness is equivalent to that of hundreds of military doctors in their army.

This time, in addition to gathering to report the war, the main purpose of everyone coming here is to borrow people and military doctors.

As expected, some people spoke hurriedly without caring about chewing meat in their mouths.

"...Sir, our unit has suffered heavy casualties. We only have ten military doctors, so we really can't take care of them..." the general said.

After he finished speaking, more people were busy complaining.

The room was even more lively than when the meat rice was served.

Chang Yuncheng just smiled lightly and drank the broth slowly.

What is that woman doing now?

Qi Yue put down the cotton wool in her hand, and A'ru took it smoothly. She turned around and looked at Zhou Maochun, who was following closely behind her.

"Dad, there's really no secret." She said helplessly.

"Then how did you do it?" Zhou Maochun said.

These days, Zhou Maochun seems to only say this sentence.

Qiao Minghua, who was standing aside, also looked at Qi Yue with burning eyes.

Qi Yue turned around and took a moment to look at the injured person on the bed.

This is a man with serious bone injuries who fell off the city wall.

"Arrange him for a second surgery." Qi Yue said.

The disciples on the side quickly responded and wrote it down.

"Didn't you all see it? It's what we usually do." Qi Yue then continued to say to Zhou Maochun.

"Are they bandaging and applying medicine?" Zhou Maochun asked.

He naturally knew what Qi Yue and his disciples learned in the Acropolis. In his opinion, those were ordinary skills, or they could not be considered skills.

"Ms. Qi, are these your performances?" Qiao Minghua also asked.

"It's a drill." Qi Yue emphasized.

As she spoke, she did not stop and looked at the injured on the bed one by one.

"Yes, those skills seem very simple, but the injuries on the battlefield are also very simple." She continued, "Swords, guns, arrows and axes, skin, flesh and bone injuries."

"Ms. Qi, this is not the key." Qiao Minghua said.

Qi Yue looked at him.

"Your medicine." Qiao Minghua looked at her with eager eyes, "What medicine did you use?"

He pointed at the wounded.

"Why don't they howl and writhe when they are being treated?"

"Why don't the wounds of those bandaged wounded people rot and cause high fever?"

"Why can the wounds you bandaged stop bleeding immediately?"

Over the past few days, he was amazed by what he saw. It was different from what he had known before. The biggest difference was that there was no such tragic scene.

These injured people will never suffer less pain when being treated than when they were injured.

But this time when the woman had her flesh cut off and her chest opened, she didn't cry out in pain.

"Yes, isn't it said that you military doctors treating diseases are just like slaughtering cows and pigs?" Zhou Maochun also thought of it and asked hurriedly.

Qi Yue stopped and looked at Qiao Minghua and smiled.

"Very good, it seems that Dr. Qiao has understood it very clearly after following me these past few days." She smiled.

Qiao Minghua was stunned for a moment.

When Qiao Minghua walked out of the wounded barracks, the military doctors immediately surrounded him.

"How about it?"

"Did she tell you how she did it?"

"Will you tell us?"

These days, Qi Yue is busy with his disciples. He seems to have completely ignored military doctors like Qiao Minghua. He does not avoid or exclude them, but he never takes the initiative to greet them, let alone explain and teach them.

This made these military doctors very embarrassed.

"If you don't teach, don't teach. We can't learn what she does."

"That's right, look at the things they use. It takes us half a year to use them in one day."

"Those wines are all wine. Jar after jar will be used up in the blink of an eye..."

"And cotton, my God, even those rich people are reluctant to use it like this..."

"...a wounded soldier, even a minor injury, the cost is terrifying..."

"Thank God for the food and salary provided by us. Who can afford these things?"

"...You still use those decoctions to sprinkle them around the streets and houses every day. That's all money..."

Everyone was talking about it, but they couldn't tell what it was like.

Qiao Minghua didn't seem to hear it and walked away from everyone.

As the night gradually fell, this street was designated as a wounded barracks, with house numbers and lanterns hanging on the doors. The air exuded a smell different from other places, a pungent smell of medicine. The only thing missing was the familiar smell of blood.

Putrid smell.

A group of peasants were passing by, pushing a cart with a large wooden barrel. Two people took out large spoons to scoop out the food and dispersed along the street.

Qiao Minghua stood aside to avoid it, but the soup still splashed on him.

This is where the pungent medicinal smell comes from.

He watched the car slowly pass by.

There were two or three men in white shirts approaching slowly.

"…your night shift?"

"...Yes, there is an injured person with high fever, so be careful tonight..."

They passed by Qiao Minghua while talking.

The room was all lit up, it was dim, and the window lattice reflected the interior. From minor injuries to serious injuries, the number of people gradually decreased.

Qiao Minghua looked step by step and stood in front of a window marked with a serious injury number.

Although it is cold, the windows here are still half open, and you can see the injured lying on the densely built bed. A man in a white shirt is holding a lamp and approaching the injured, looking at him seriously.

The injured man had a sleepy face, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was focused. He quickly stood up and walked to the next one.

Qiao Minghua had already reached the street corner and looked back again.

Peaceful and peaceful..

This word will one day be used in the wounded barracks.

It's because there is hope that I feel so peaceful and calm.
To be continued...