The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

How did Fang Ying get the transfer order? Did she contact Gu Li Ren, or did Gu Li Ren know her careful thinking, so she found her.

Even who was behind the strong crossbow that appeared outside the ancient house, and whether it had anything to do with the Gu Li people who appeared this time.

More than 100 elite warriors of Gu Li went through a large area of Daqian to Dianzhou. Who was secretly covering for them?

These problems seem to be separated, but Jiang qianxia feels that there are some connections between them. Not all can be linked together, but in some places, there must be blending.

Both boundless and Guli frown and sink into meditation. Jiang qianxia adheres to the principle of a businessman and firmly throws all these painstaking bad things to them. He begins to think about how to use this victory for his own benefit.

After winning, we counted the number of people. Twenty seven of the 2000 elite troops died, nine of them were seriously injured, and most of the rest were killed by fierce bandits and powerful people in black.

There are many injured, but it's good to get back a life.

All the slightly injured were served by the equipped ordinary military doctors, while all the seriously injured and physically disabled were taken over by Jiang qianxia and sun Changsheng.

Standing in front of the operating table, listening to the patient wailing of the wounded in the waiting room outside, Jiang qianxia couldn't say anything to rest.

"Next."

Angelica painfully wiped her forehead for her master. It was hard to stop her. She could only stare sadly at the soldiers who carried people inside.

The assembly line workers stopped bleeding, transfused blood and sutured the injured. This is relatively simple, but it is a great test of experience and techniques.

Jiang qianxia, who has been directly instructed in surgical skills, has the experience accumulated by countless doctors in his life. He can find out where the bleeding point is fastest, sew up the wound with the most fluent method, and the treatment speed is several blocks behind Sun Changsheng.

As for those who need to sew back the broken limb, it will consume a lot of energy. They can't wait too long, otherwise they won't be used.

Without closing his eyes for two days, Jiang qianxia only felt that the world was full of wounds, groans and broken limbs.

At first, I felt that I couldn't stand the screams of the wounded soldiers and anesthetized them. Later, I found that this was a waste of time. Jiang qianxia simply blocked two regiments of cotton in his ears, which directly made people press the wounded soldiers down and sew them up in pain.

The wounded soldiers waiting outside listened to the heart rending scream and cry for mercy inside. They were scared and almost didn't want to be cured.

After the mechanical treatment of the last patient, Jiang qianxia found that she stretched her nerves for two days and couldn't relax for a while??? I always felt that someone had not been saved. I always felt that as soon as she closed her eyes, someone would die in front of her.

I've been in a trance on the operating table for a long time. I keep telling myself that I'm okay and can rest. It's useless to give myself psychological hints.

Jiang qianxia, who was almost wronged and crying, couldn't be better. Suddenly, he was gently pressed on the back of his neck.

"Girl, you can..."

"Old man, it's hard."

Guli hugged Jiang qianxia's soft body with a black face. Sun Changsheng could barely explain. When they woke up, they were weak and helped to one side of the chair and fell asleep.

The exhausted two people didn't even have the strength to support to the bedside.

"Send orders and let other military doctors take care of the wounded. If any of the wounded soldiers who have been treated die, they don't have to live!"

Similarly, Guli, who hasn't closed his eyes for two days, keeps rolling in his tyrannical mood.

If the military doctor has some ability, she and the old doctor don't have to be so tired! If he can't even do the follow-up nursing work well, what's the use of them!

"My brother, don't be angry with ordinary people."

Yueren looked at Jiang qianxia who began to snore with pity and reverence and said with a smile: "you should have known that she is irreplaceable. It's too difficult to ask ordinary doctors with her ability."

Guli, who was full of resentment, left with Jiang qianxia in his arms. He vowed that when the little cook woke up, he would let her find more students who could bear hardships and be good at calling!

"Hey, what do you mean by the way general Gu looked at us just now? Why can we dislike it like this? It feels like we don't deserve to live!"

When the old Li went away, Hu Zirong, who was sunburnt, only make complaints about his tangle.

Jiang Wenjie shook his head complicatedly and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm really not interested in medical skills and can't help..."

"Let me sew people up as dolls. I'd rather throw myself directly into the river!" Loqin's face turned white and trembled.

Being watched by the two brothers, Hu Zirong calmly patted his growing stomach and said confidently, "don't look at me. My husband said that being too fat is also a disease. I can't care about it myself. Who else can I save?"

The ghost shook his head in disgust, hugged the ghost two who was stuffed in the wounded soldiers and whose tendons were reconnected, and told him, "you can't learn from the three of them in the future. It's worthless."

Thinking of the terrible pain that the tendons he had retracted were forcibly pulled out by the master with tweezers, and the students who were not anesthetized were stitched together, ghost 2 was bitter. He really couldn't agree with the view of his predecessors.

The master who can be so cruel and cruel when treating a disease is really awesome!

Jiang qianxia, who didn't sleep for two days and slept for three days, opened her eyes and said the first word was that she was going to starve to death.

"Hum, let you work so hard!"

The ferocious Guli gently held the half dead Jiang qianxia in his arms, blew the clear porridge in the spoon warm and cool, and then carefully fed it into her mouth.

After not eating for a long time, he couldn't eat too much. After drinking only half a bowl, Jiang qianxia stopped with a strong sense of hunger.

Then he groaned and drilled his head into Gu Li's arms: "lying in the trough... What's going on outside? What cults have all joined?"

She wanted to sleep a little longer, but first, she was too hungry to stand it. Second, the strange chanting sound of that tune outside, like a swarm of flies buzzing in her ears, she really couldn't stand it!

Calmly put the bowl aside, Guli rubbed her forehead with a trace of schadenfreude.

"Oh, you caused it."

She motioned Angelica dahurica to lift the curtain of the door. Jiang qianxia squinted and saw countless soldiers kneeling outside. Some were like an old monk, with their hands folded and turned over and over to read Amitabha. Some held a strange Dharma in their hands and recited the taboo of the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

Although there were too many people, Jiang qianxia couldn't hear who was talking, but she clearly heard a blessing from the God of wealth!

"... does the God of wealth have the responsibility to take care of the safety of believers? Will they ask too much?"