stern wife

Chapter 496 Repaying Resentment with Virtue

It's just that she is the one who is sure, but the soldiers below know nothing about the Tanlang Gang. Therefore, Pei Xiaoran thought of using a few small battles to familiarize the soldiers with the Tanlang Gang's fighting style, tactics and their skills. How is the combat effectiveness.

Of course, even if it is a small battle, there will be casualties. In recent days, Pei Xiaoran's most frequented place is the Wounded Barracks.

"Doctor, please, please save him, please!"

As soon as he stepped into the wounded barracks, he heard someone begging constantly, Pei Xiaoran frowned slightly, and walked over upon hearing the sound.

I saw a young soldier kneeling on the ground, pulling the sleeve of a military doctor and pleading with his face up. There were two soldiers standing beside him, also looking forward to it.

The military doctor sighed, a bit unbearable but still bluntly said:
"I've helped him heal several times, but the wound still refuses to heal, and I have no choice but to resign myself to fate."

What are you most afraid of when you are injured in battle?
I am not afraid of losing my limbs, but I am afraid that the wound will not heal no matter what, and will fester and rot instead. In the end, I can only watch my body die little by little until I die in pain.

Therefore, once there is a serious injury, the wound will be treated with a soldering iron.

Although this method is extremely painful, at least it will greatly reduce the possibility of wound festering and rotting.

It seems that the injured should not be seriously injured, so this method was not used, but I didn't expect that even a small wound could fester...

Upon hearing the military doctor's words, the expressions of those young soldiers suddenly collapsed.

Just when a few people were disheartened, they heard a crisp voice say:
"Take me to see."

Several people were stunned for a moment, followed the prestige, saw that it was their young general, and hurriedly saluted.

Pei Xiaoran waved his hand to signal that they don't need to be too polite, and repeated:
"Take me to see the wounded."

After the military doctor saluted, he left to treat the other wounded. Anyway, what he said was the truth, so even if Pei Xiaoran went to see it in person, he didn't have to worry about anything.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they had completely given up hope, they still felt warm for Pei Xiaoran's compassion for his subordinates, and quickly got up and said:
"General please."

The wounded barracks are always full of wailing and blood.

Pei Xiaoran came to visit almost every day, and the soldiers here were also familiar with her, and they all greeted her when they saw her.

Pei Xiaoran nodded slightly, and quickly followed the three of them to the side of the wounded man.

This person is none other than Zhang Xie.

The one who knelt down to plead with the military doctor for him was the most sincere Wang Shizhi, and the two beside him were Wang Fu and Liang Heng.

Zhang Xie's face was flushed, and he was suffering from a high fever. Liang Heng took off the wet handkerchief on his forehead, and twisted another one to cover it.

Pei Xiaoran carefully inspected the wound on Zhang Xie's calf, and found that the wound was indeed not serious, but there was a gangrene on the wound, which was continuously leaking pus, and there were signs of corruption around the wound, and the smell was very unpleasant.

After observing, Pei Xiaoran was slightly relieved, the problem was not considered the most serious.

She had seen many such wounded in her previous life, and even developed a treatment method of her own.

She turned her head and told Wang Fu next to her:

"Go and prepare a basin of warm water, as well as a candle and a knife. The knife must be sharp."

Wang Fu was taken aback, and thought, could this little general have a cure?

But even the military doctor said it was hopeless, so what else could she do?

Wang Fu doubted in his heart, but the matter has come to this point, a dead horse is a living horse doctor, and there is no loss if he tries it, so he obeyed.

Quickly getting everything ready, Pei Xiaoran first cleaned up the area around the wound with warm water, then leaned forward, and actually stuck it with his mouth, sucking the pus from the wound vigorously, then spit it out, and then Suck again.

Everyone around was taken aback!
Baili Lieyuan, who had been quietly following behind Pei Xiaoran, wanting to see what she wanted to do, was so startled that her eyes almost popped out!

Not to mention a noble figure like Pei Xiaoran, even the best brothers around Zhang Xie never thought of healing him with their mouths.

The wound was so disgusting, even if the doctor requested it, it would be difficult for the few of them to talk about it.

However, this noble little general spoke without hesitation. This surprised everyone, but also greatly admired them, and they were even more moved in their hearts.

Liang Heng and Wang Shizhi looked at me and I looked at you with guilt in their eyes.

They were all the ones who spoke ill of Pei Xiaoran, and Zhang Xie went too far, belittling the little general to nothing with his vicious mouth.

But when his life was in danger, it was this 'dead girl' who he said was taking them to death for nothing in order to win the favor, and healed his wounds regardless of his own identity.

Seeing Pei Xiaoran sucking out the pus one mouthful at a time, the wailing in the camp gradually subsided.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked towards this side, wanting to see how their little general would treat the wounded, some even envied the wounded, and wished that the person with the gangrene was their own. it is good.

To be healed by the little general once, even if he dies, he will die without any regrets!

Although some people suspected that Pei Xiaoran didn't know how to heal his wounds at all, and that he did so only to win the hearts of the soldiers.

But... in order to win the hearts of the army, it is probably unique in all ages, right?
A group of people had their own thoughts, only Baili Lieyuan, who was looking at the lifeless little thing worriedly, afraid that she would suck some unclean things into her body, and in the end, she would save others and kill herself.

Just as he was debating whether to step forward to help, Pei Xiaoran finally stopped and turned his head to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Since the spit out is blood, it means that the pus in the wound has been removed.

Pei Xiaoran took the knife, roasted it repeatedly on the candle, and ordered:

"Put something in the wounded man's mouth, so he won't bite his tongue out later."

Wang Shizhi raised his hand and wanted to stuff his own hand in, Pei Xiaoran couldn't laugh or cry:
"I don't want to save one and then the other. Let's find a stick."

Wang Shizhi smiled embarrassedly, turned around and trotted to find the stick.

After finding the wooden stick, Pei Xiaoran asked someone to wrap it with a clean cloth several times before stuffing it into the wounded man's mouth for him to bite.

Then, use a knife to begin removing the rotting flesh around the wound.

This process was naturally extremely painful, and Zhang Xie, who was still in a fever coma, was awakened by the pain, and just about to struggle to escape, but was held down by several of his good brothers.

When he wanted to speak, he realized that his mouth was blocked. Zhang Xie almost wondered if he was having a nightmare, dreaming that his good brothers were tearing him apart.

(End of this chapter)