Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 1467 Famous in the Army [2]

"Yes, coach."

"There is one more condition."

Nan Wushuang responded happily, "You say it."

"I want him to rest in your tent, don't neglect."

Nan Wushuang glanced at Qing Luo, "No problem."

"Yueyue." Qingluo tugged at the hem of her clothes.

Ye Xiyue smiled at Qingluo, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Nan Wushuang left with Qing Luo, Ma Chufu also left with the torch, and there were only a few wounded around.

Ye Xiyue knelt down without covering her face, and helped the old soldier lying on the ground up, "This jade pendant is easy to keep, you have to go back and give it to your granddaughter."

"You...why do you do this? You will harm yourself." The old soldier always thought that Ye Xiyue did this because of expediency.

Ye Xiyue looked at his leg injury, and let him sit on the haystack beside her, while she squatted down, and took out a green bamboo grass and Jiulixiang root powder from the Zhushen space.

"The left and right are dead, just give it a try."

"You know medicine?"

"I understand." Ye Xiyue wrung out the green bamboo grass juice, mixed it with the powder of Jiulixiang root, took apart the wooden board and bandage tied to the soldier's leg, and applied the combined ointment on it, "There may be some stinging It hurts, just bear with it."

The wound that was originally bleeding stopped bleeding quickly after touching the powder of Jiulixiang root.

Seeing Ye Xiyue's serious look, the old wounded soldier couldn't help but wonder, such a young man really only knows a little bit about medical skills?

The wounded soldiers around saw this scene and looked at each other, maybe they could really try to trust this boy...

After treating the old wounded soldier, Ye Xiyue took out other spirit grasses and spirit flowers from the God-killing Space. She is very lucky now that she moved the Holy Grass Garden of the Royal Academy to the Space Spiritual Land.

The flowers and plants in the Holy Grass Garden are all more than a hundred years old. Whether it is medicinal effects or spiritual energy, they are hundreds of times better than ordinary wound medicines.

In addition, there are medicines that are not available in the barracks, but in the holy grass garden, so that Ye Xiyue can quickly use the flowers and plants in the holy grass garden to treat these wounded soldiers.

Trauma is easy to heal, the most important thing is the plague that has risen...

The dead were gathered together and burned with fire, while the wounded who were dying were placed alone in the wounded area of ​​this side. Among them, several people were infected with the plague.

Soldiers in the army who contracted the plague during battle needed to be isolated from healthy people to prevent infection.

Ye Xiyue stood where she was, looking at this dead and silent place, the plague was both a disease and a poison.

To put it bluntly, it is an incurable poison that can be transmitted.

As long as it was poison, the spirit pendant around her neck would emit a slightly warm light, resisting the poison to prevent it from entering her body.

This is the reason she chooses to stay, no matter how long she stays here, as long as the poisonous spirit falls on her neck, she will not be infected with the plague.

As a doctor, the first thing to ensure is that you are not infected. Only in this way can you have enough capital to treat others.

A day passed, and Ye Xiyue shuttled among the wounded soldiers, using various herbs to treat their injuries.

From the eyes of everyone, Ye Xiyue's medicinal herbs seemed to be conjured out of thin air. There were no such medicinal herbs in the surrounding valleys. How did she come here?

Did you take it with you?

Ye Xiyue calculated in her mind that there were about [-] wounded this time, but nearly [-] soldiers died of the plague.

(End of this chapter)