Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Nangong Mo glanced at the middle-aged man lightly and said, "very good. You are all veterans. I don't need to teach you. Twenty people in two groups will separate the soldiers with ordinary skin injuries and come to me to get medicine and help bandage. Sixteen people in two groups will also divide the soldiers who need first aid and send them to the medical officers. The remaining four people will come with me."

The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders and was about to leave. Nangong Mo said, "wait, you come with me."

The middle-aged man took a serious look at Nangong Mo and said, "Miss Nangong, this is..."

"You come with me." Nangong Mo said faintly, turning back and ordering the room, "look at them."

Then he turned to go. What else did the middle-aged man want to say, but he was put on his vest by the sword in his hand. He had to shrug helplessly and walk behind Nangong mo.

Nangong Mo took several people to the doctor's place, where they were busy. More than a dozen medical officers and dozens of apprentices were busy. There were screams in the tent. Outside the tent, there were wounded people everywhere, some dead and some alive.

"Old doctor." Nangong Mo went to the old doctor who was squatting on the ground to fix the bones of a wounded man. The old doctor looked back at her and twisted back. He was angry and said, "what are you doing here... No! You can do medicine. Come and have a look."

"What's the matter?" Nangong Mo had to squat down. The old man said, "I was cut and broken again. The blood can't stop."

"Where's the hemostatic?" Nangong Mo frowned. The old man glared at her fiercely and said, "hemostatic drugs are useful. I'm talking nonsense to you! What's more... Do you think anyone can use top-grade hemostatic drugs?" ordinary soldiers can only use ordinary medicinal materials. The real miraculous drugs are prepared for the superior generals. It's not that they don't have the kindness of doctors, but that they have nothing to do.

Nangong Mo was speechless. He raised his right hand and touched several acupoints at the soldier's wound like the wind. At the same time, a silver needle appeared at her fingertip and stabbed at the acupoint without hesitation. The old man's eyes jumped, stared at the silver needle in Nangong Mo's hand and said, "universal acupuncture?"

Nangong Mo picked his eyebrow. "Doctor, if you don't give him a bone, he will faint."

The old doctor regained his consciousness, quickly put aside his thoughts and seriously connected bones for the soldiers.

Nangong Mo sighed in her heart: Heaven and earth popularize acupuncture. It's merciful to get her name. God knows that she practiced acupuncture hard not to save people, but to kill people. It's more beautiful to kill monsters with one needle than to fly with blood and flesh with a knife and sword.

The soldier was really badly injured. He not only broke his leg bone, but also had a big cut in his waist. Nangong Mo looked at the old man with a serious face and sighed, "I need some herbs."

The eldest husband didn't lift it either. He shouted to the apprentice behind him and said, "angelica, what does this girl want? Take her to get it."

Nangong Mo took out a prescription and handed it to the middle-aged man behind him. He said, "take someone to grab medicine and set up several big pots to cook medicine in the camp. It's best for every wounded soldier to drink a bowl. In addition, prepare gauze and thread and remember to boil it with boiling water." the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, "I can't read."

"Ask danger. If anything goes wrong, I'll kill you." Nangong Mo said faintly.

The middle-aged man's face changed, but he didn't talk any more, pulled the prescription, turned and left, and didn't ask the danger. Obviously, he couldn't read. This should not be true.

The old doctor looked at Nangong Mo in surprise. He thought it was Nangong Mo who needed medicine. Nangong Mo said with a faint smile, "I just cherish my life, and I can't rob these soldiers of medicinal materials at this time." while talking, he squatted back to the ground again, took the spirits, gauze, herbs and so on prepared by the apprentice behind him, and dealt with the wound neatly in the apprentice's stunned.

"I want to wash the wound, you can bear it." looking at the pale soldier, Nangong Mo said faintly.

Perhaps he was restrained by the way Nangong Mo had just injected the needle. The soldier didn't respond and nodded blankly. The old doctor nearby also connected the leg bones and stood watching Nangong Mo deal with the wound.

The pain of washing the wound with liquor made the soldier scream. Nangong Mo didn't even shake his hand. He quickly wrapped the wound with medicine. In a short time, the bleeding wound had been treated completely.

"You girl... It's interesting." the old doctor looked at Nangong Mo, who stood up with him, and said thoughtfully.

Nangong Mo smiled faintly and said, "master, I'm flattered."

The old doctor snorted and turned to treat other injuries.

Nangong Mo shrugged and didn't care. He turned to the side. This time, Wei stood behind her to help her. The scene was in chaos, and not many people found a woman acting as a medical officer to help save people.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Nangong Mo hurried to the other side, wrote a prescription for trauma, asked people to fill medicine, and taught people how to bandage. Although most of those soldiers are army ruffians, they thought Nangong Mo was everyone's daughter who ran to the battlefield to play. At this moment, I saw that she was sincere in saving people, and the way to teach them was indeed convenient and effective. Then I put down my unhappiness and obeyed her orders.

After that, many idle soldiers took the initiative to come and busy. Those soldiers who were not seriously injured were taken good care of. It's like the medical officers have more time to help the soldiers.

Nangong Mo squatted next to a soldier whose hand had been cut off and helped him bandage his wound. He said faintly, "be careful these days. Don't touch water. Remember to change the dressing at the medical officer tomorrow."

The middle-aged man was obviously idle again at this time. He stood lazily aside with his hands in his arms and said, "Miss, what's the use of saying this? Even if a disabled man with a broken arm survived, he would suffer. He might as well have died earlier."

Looking at the young soldier's face full of despair, Nangong Mo was silent. A person's strength is always limited, and all she can do is try to save his life at this time. Looking back, he looked at the middle-aged man coldly and asked, "I cut off your hand now. Will you die?"

The middle-aged man quickly stepped back for a few minutes and said with a smile: "the little mouth is cheap. Please forgive me."

Nangong Mo raised his hand and patted the soldier on the shoulder. He said in a deep voice, "there is always hope when you live, and there is really nothing when you die." then he ignored the boring man behind him and got up and left. The middle-aged man looked at her back and thought for a long time, and his face became more complex. He learned Nangong Mo for a long time, patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "brother, I'm sorry just now. The eldest lady was right. There's nothing left after death. Maybe there's hope if he's alive. Who knows." When Wei Junmo came back with a collection of dust, it was already dark. In the big tent with a faint light, the girl in blue was leaning against the table and fell asleep. Show eyes slightly closed, look quiet, suddenly let the original simple big account a little more quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Wei Junmo's indifferent purple eyes moved slightly, and there was a bit more softness and warmth in his eyes.