Hu Junbao nodded, and then he became entangled, "I'm not afraid."

Mianmian felt that his reaction was a little slow and said disgustedly: "Yes, yes, you are not afraid, I am afraid."

Hu Junbao took it seriously, "You are scared, then I will protect you."

Mianmeng: “… OK.”

The roars and shouts outside lasted for nearly three hours. When Mianmian woke up again, it was already dawn. Only then did she realize that the sound had stopped and hurriedly ran out with her short legs.

Hu Junbao also hurriedly chased after him. The thick smoke rolled, and a disgusting smell drifted in the air. Hu Junbao couldn't help but retching.

Mianmian also felt bad, but she quickly adapted. Seeing Hu Junbao feeling uncomfortable, she said, "If you think it smells bad, soak your handkerchief and put it under your mouth and nose, so that you will feel better."

"I...I'm fine. Don't think too weakly. Sir said, I'm much better now."

I don’t know if I got training all the way or if Hu Junbao’s physical condition was good, but he actually recovered.

"Where has Mr. Mo been?"

Mianmian quickly searched for Mr. Mo's figure in the crowd, "Let's go there and find the master."

Mianmian took Hu Junbao's hand and ran over.

Mr. Mo woke up at dawn and was traveling through the abortion with the military doctor to treat people.

Mianmian couldn't help much, so she thought about it and took Hu Junbao to help. Although Hu Junbao was still very weak, the first thing could still be done.

Seeing this, Mr. Mo simply asked Mianmian to clean up the wounds of some minor injured people.

Mianmian greeted everyone happily, "All the minor wounded people come to me, I'll treat you."

The minor wounded looked at the little girl with a tall radish and shook her head decisively.

However, all the people from Silijian came up to make a living just to be familiar with the little grandma, even if the little grandma suggests it.

Xue Qianhu couldn't help but want to come over and say a few words to his little grandma, but there were so many people on the scene and interrogating them, so he held back.

"Where are you injured?"

"Little grandma, my arm is injured. You see, my clothes are torn."

Mianmian glanced at it, nodded, then took out the potion and wiped it with cotton. The other party originally wanted to make his face mature, but found that the wound was cold and seemed much better than before.

Unexpectedly, the little grandma actually has excellent skills.

Yes, why did you even tie a bow?

Is this what the big guys should have?

Mianmian was very satisfied, "Okay, you're fine. Come and change the medicine tomorrow. Remember not to get water from the wound, and don't eat spicy and irritating things. It's best to have a light one, and don't use too much effort. The wound will crack. If you have any problems, come to me."

These words are basically some things that doctors often say.

But it was quite good when the little grandma said it.

"Thank you, grandma."

A white spot of light fell into the jade gourd.

Mianmian raised her smile: "Next."

At this time, one of the bound people's eyes became sharp, and then he murmured with the others in a low voice.

Mianmian was very fast, especially at the end, there was basically no need to ask. She already knew how to deal with the wound. Mr. Mo was worried and came over to take a few glances in the middle. He found that Mianmian had treated some of the light wounds very well, so he stopped caring about it.

She just didn't allow her to prescribe medicine for people casually.

Since Mianmian recognized the acupoints in the human body, and learned some simple medical and pharmacology from Mr. Mo, she began to secretly prescribe prescriptions for people. Although the prescription she prescribed was not a problem, Mr. Mo always felt that she had not learned enough, and prescriptions at this time were not good for her.

Mianmian agreed on the surface, but she would secretly write her prescriptions in private. Even sometimes Mr. Mo felt that her prescription was amazing, but she still didn't let go.

Gradually, except for the people from Silijian, other soldiers also came to join in the fun.

One person had a deep wound, which happened to hurt his arm.

Mianmian diverted his attention while applying medicine to him.

"How many people do you have in your family?"

"What's your son's name?"

"If you have money, what do you want to do the most?"

The other party was holding a wordless sentence, and his attention was diverted. When he realized it, the wound had been bandaged, a familiar bow.

"Miss, your medical skills are good, I didn't even feel the pain."

"My name is Mianmian. You can call me Mianmian or meditate."

The other party only noticed that Mianmian was a soft little girl, but forgot her identity. This was Si Chenye's daughter, and she suddenly became nervous, "Miss Chen, your medical skills are really good."

"ah……"

Suddenly, a scream came from a distance. It turned out that Mr. Mo was rectifying the bones of a person.

Mianmian felt that she had to learn a lot and smiled modestly, "I just learned medical skills, and there are still some in the future." After saying that, she smiled at the people in the Silijian, "When I learn medical skills, I will treat you. If you are sick, you can come to me."

The person from Silijian: "..."

Why do you feel a little scary?

It’s fine to apply medicine, but it’s better to give up on the doctor.

They still believe in the doctors outside.

Mianmian did not feel their distrust, and even felt that they had made a promise, that they trusted themselves the greatest and were more motivated.

Mianmian swore that he must study medical skills well and be a doctor who is more powerful than a master in the future.

Hu Junbao skillfully handed her gauze and potion, and sometimes helped her sweat. Gradually, he didn't feel disgusted with Mianmian calling him the second junior brother.

He even felt that Mianmian was indeed much better than him, and it seemed that he was more than enough to be his senior sister.

Including the military doctors in the opponent's team, plus the military doctors led by Xue Qianhu, there was so many wounded people that the three of them could not see them all at once and they were still warm when they carried them over, but when it was their turn, they were completely gone.

Mr. Mo didn't have time to sigh and was busy dealing with the next person.

At this time, someone from the prisoners of the Dazhe Dynasty screamed in pain. Mr. Mo was cleaning the intestines in his stomach for someone, and there was no room in his hands.

The other two military doctors were taking care of the wounded from a distance, and they were afraid they would not have time to go back and forth.

Xue Qianhu frowned. When he was hesitating whether to give the other party a happy time, Mianmian raised his fat hand and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
Chapter completed!