contend

Chapter 20
The matter of selecting a hundred generals has become a trivial matter.

Xia Houxuan didn't have any thoughts, let alone embarrass Yang Zheng on this kind of thing, so he nodded his head and agreed.

Yang Zheng took five catties of gold, and the resentment in his heart dissipated a lot, so he said goodbye.

After leaving Xiahou's Mansion, within a few steps, the sky was covered with red clouds, and within half a stick of incense, a shower came crashing down.

Yang Zheng thought about finding a roof to hide from the rain.

However, disabled soldiers were everywhere on the street, some were struggling in the muddy water, some were groaning in low voices.

That groan was feeble, but heart-piercing.

In an instant, Yang Zheng's heart also twitched twice.

A soldier with a broken leg had just crawled under the eaves when several soldiers rushed out of the house, shouting and cursing, beating and kicking them, and then drove them into the rainwater.

Moans turned to cries.

Intermittent, very penetrating.

The heavy rain can't stop it.

There are internment camps in the military.

But with an army of more than [-], [-] to [-] civilians, a disastrous defeat, and countless wounded, the small martial arts town is simply unable to take care of them.

All matters in the army are under the control of the Yongliang army.

Limited resources naturally take care of them first.

Both Cao Shuang and Xia Houxuan became mud bodhisattvas, and the Chinese army also became the stepmother's son, living with their tails between their legs.

Xia Houxuan has a high reputation, but he is also high above, unable to see the tragedy below.

The wounded soldiers of the Chinese army can only fend for themselves.

People from the bottom of this world are really worthless.

Yang Zheng clenched his fist several times, then put it down again. He could only lower his head, walk through the rainy alley, and leave in a hurry.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. The current self must be registered in Guo Huai's heart. If he commits a crime, he will lose his skin even if he does not die.

Xia Houxuan was able to save himself back then, but not now.

Just as he was thinking, his feet were suddenly tied and he almost fell down.

When he looked closely, he saw a wounded soldier lying in the rain.

Yang Zheng sighed in his heart, and stepped forward to help him.

When turning over his body, he suddenly saw a familiar face - Zhao Deng!
It was actually Zhao Deng.

The body was very hot, and there was a shocking wound on the left calf, which seemed to be pierced by a spear, and the muscles and bones were torn apart, leaving only a piece of skin stuck to it. The wound had rotted badly and was bleeding out.

Yang Zheng was both surprised and sad.

He abandoned himself that day, but he didn't expect that the end would still be so miserable.

"Mother...Mother..."

Zhao Deng's whole body was burnt out, and he couldn't murmur clearly.

Yang Zheng was stunned for two or three seconds. It was impossible for him not to have any grudges in his heart, but could he survive by following him?
He just made a choice according to his heart.

Not everyone can be as loyal as Linghu Sheng.

After pondering for a moment, he sighed in his heart, after all, he couldn't leave him behind and carried him on his shoulders.

Looking back at the alleyway, there are wounded soldiers everywhere.

Some people have resigned themselves to their fate, and stared at the sky in the rain with their eyes wide open.

And some people ended their lives with rusty swords...

Yang Zheng quickened his pace and rushed back to the small courtyard rewarded by Cao Shuang.

Chun Niang was sitting on the steps, staring at the rainy sky in a daze.

Seeing Yang Zheng's arrival, a look of joy immediately appeared on his flushed face, and he quickly brought a coir raincoat over and put it on Yang Zheng, "Master."

Yang Zheng put down Zhao Deng, reached out and touched his forehead, it was very hot.

"Do you know where the doctor is?"

Chunniang was not at all surprised by the seriously injured Zhao Deng, as if it was commonplace, "There is a veterinarian in the west of the city."

"Veterinarian?" Yang Zheng jumped twice.

Chun Niang lowered her head, as if she was a little afraid of the scar on Yang Zheng's left face, "The general attacked Shu, and all the doctors, blacksmiths and carpenters nearby were conscripted."

Yang Zheng sighed, why didn't he poke a few transparent holes in Cao Shuang's body?

Let this guy also taste the great sword of the Shu army.

The battle against Shu is over, but the pain caused may take a long time to recover.

In the current situation, a dead horse can only be treated as a living horse doctor.

"A veterinarian is a veterinarian."

Chunniang put on her coir raincoat and left in a hurry.

Yang Zheng checked the wound, and found that the calf could not be saved.

Not long after, Chun Niang came with a lame old man with a cane.

When he cupped his hands, Yang Zheng found that his thumb was gone, and he immediately felt unreliable.

The veterinarian noticed where Yang Zheng's gaze was, and smiled sadly, "Last year, the general recruited craftsmen, and the little old man came up with two knives himself."

It turned out that he mutilated himself to avoid military service...

"Sir, please hurry up." At this point, there is no room for picking and choosing.

The veterinarian entered the room and glanced at Zhao Deng who was on the soft seat, and he was not surprised either.

He quickly took out a cloth bag of knives of various models.

He also ordered Chun Niang to boil a pot of hot water and soak the knives in it.

That posture is no different from that of the surgeons of later generations.

In Yang Zheng's mind, a veterinarian was directly promoted to a doctor.

It suddenly occurred to me that the peak of ancient medical skills seemed to be in this era.

Hua Tuo scraped Guan Yu's bones to cure the poison, and he also wanted to operate on Boss Cao's head, but Boss Cao cut him with a knife.

The medical sage Zhang Zhongjing has only passed away more than 20 years ago.

Yang Zheng held Zhao Deng down, and the veterinarian cut and cut again, skillfully. Zhao Deng was in a semi-conscious state without too much pain.

Occasionally struggled, but was firmly held down by Yang Zheng.

About half an hour later, the amputation operation was completed.

The veterinarian applied medicine again and carefully bandaged it.

Busy and sweating profusely, "If the fever subsides tomorrow, I will be able to live with some medicine."

Without saying a word, Yang Zheng also knew that if the fever didn't subside tomorrow, he would have to wait to die.

Yang Zheng wanted to give money, but he didn't expect him to leave with half a bag of wheat.

After resting for a while, Chunniang cooked two bowls of barley rice.

As Yang Zheng ate, he found it tasteless and hard to swallow.

I don't know how the ancients could bear it.

Immediately, he thought of those wounded soldiers struggling in the rain, not to mention wheat rice, they didn't even have food.

Seeing that the rain stopped outside, Yang Zheng suddenly had an idea.

Since the level of medical skills in this era is not bad, why not save more people?

And he has some money in his hand.

If you want to survive in this era and not be trampled to death like ants, you must have a certain amount of strength.

Wounded soldiers and veterans are actually rare elites who have experienced life and death and have rich combat experience.

Of course, it's not all out of profit considerations, but as a traveler in the later civilized world, I really can't tolerate the tragedy that is about to happen.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Even if things can't be done, you can still accumulate some negative virtues.

From the perspective of a future generation, there is really a providence in the dark.

The immoral deeds that the Sima family did to usurp the throne have been punished by his heirs?

Many of the wounded soldiers were born and died, and there might be some who followed Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng glanced at the small courtyard, four tile-roofed houses, the site is a bit small.

The neighbors next door seem to be empty, and the owner has long since moved his family to escape the war.

The people in the city were conscripted to die in Luogu, or fled to the mountains, and those with a little ability moved to other places early.

Yang Zheng looked around and asked Chunniang again.

She also looked blank.

In his previous life, Yang Zheng acted swiftly and resolutely, and did what he said. After retiring from the army, he passed the adult undergraduate course, opened a store, and did sales, but he never made a fuss.

But now, with money and people in hand, there is no reason why things cannot be done.

With this in mind, I hurried back to call someone.

Then let Chunniang go and invite the doctor back again.

(End of this chapter)