Star Farming, the eldest lady relies on alchemy to counterattack

Chapter 378 Mobile Medical Team

At first, Mo Yan kept a close eye on Ning Xuan. However, after Ning Xuan assigned him several tasks and guided his treatment techniques, he was able to lead a team of therapists independently. Mo Yan's work quickly became much busier.

Mo Yan was raised as a tool for family marriage since childhood. In the family, he was always the one who was ignored and bullied. His every move was monitored and manipulated by others. Now that he has come to Ning Xuan's side, he is very dedicated to learning and doing things in order to win Ning Xuan's favor.

He was originally a smart person, and he was very dedicated to his work. He quickly got the hang of the therapist's job. He did a great job operating the treatment chamber and various treatment equipment, and even wound cleaning and suturing, trauma treatment, etc. He was quickly recognized by Ning Xuan and entrusted with important responsibilities. He led the treatment room team on his own and was responsible for the treatment work in a certain area.

"Patriarch, what is this young master from the Mo family thinking? Wasn't he supposed to be approaching you with a mission? How could you have gotten rid of him so easily?" Yan Fuzhen asked, somewhat puzzled.

Although Ning Xuan didn't notice Mo Yan, he had appeared around her quite often, so Yan Fuzhen couldn't possibly not notice him. Since he did notice him, he would investigate. After investigating, he could only find out that this young master Mo came from the Mo family and grew up in the Mo family's main residence. He couldn't find any other information.

"Do you think I've been working for nothing these past few months? If I don't see him, what can he do? You have someone keep an eye on him and don't let anyone from the Mo family contact him alone." Ning Xuan has been in charge of this medical aid center for three months, and there are people loyal to her everywhere inside and outside. As long as the person who secretly directs Mo Yan is cut off, Mo Yan alone will not be able to get close to her at all.

"Yes, Master." Yan Fuzhen replied, accepting the order.

Through his observations over this period, Yan Fuzhen's impression of Ning Xuan had changed significantly. Previously, he had seen Ning Xuan as someone who focused solely on cultivation and ignored worldly affairs. But now, he discovered that Ning Xuan's ability to coordinate the overall situation and make categorized deployments was remarkable. With her abilities, she would undoubtedly shine even brighter in troop deployment on the battlefield. Indeed, she had already led troops on the S12 resource star in the peripheral star region and had even been awarded the rank of lieutenant general by the military.

Even though Ning Xuan had left the S12 resource planet, the officers who had served under her still revered her as a deity and obeyed her every command.

Ning Xuan's decision to stay at the medical aid center this time must have been based on her own considerations. Putting aside everything else, in just three months, nearly 200 doctors at the medical center, all of whom were S-level or higher mental controllers, were completely convinced of her abilities.

The wounded soldiers who were treated by Ning Xuan were all very grateful to her.

Now that Ning Xuan has sorted out the situation at the medical center, she has turned her attention to the front lines.

Ning Xuan stood on the observation platform of the medical center, her gaze passing over the layers of defensive zones and landing on the faintly visible flashes of lightning and fire in the distance—that was the front-line battlefield.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the railings surrounding the observation deck. She had spent three months bringing order and efficiency to the medical center.

The number of wounded soldiers being sent from the front lines may seem to have decreased, but in reality, it hasn't. This is simply because the efficiency of the medical aid centers has improved. After all, the types of illnesses among the wounded soldiers sent from the battlefield are relatively simple: either external injuries, mental pollution, an increase in alienation value, or a combination of external injuries and pollution, pollution and alienation, and so on.

The doctors at the medical aid center became more and more skilled at handling these issues as they went through more cases.

"Pass the word: all medical teams, therapist teams, and nursing teams, except for those on duty, will meet in the conference room on the third floor in one hour," Ning Xuan instructed.

Chen Hao, who was in charge of communications for Ning Xuan, immediately took the order, sent a notification in the work group, and also notified the group leaders individually. In the meeting room, the seats were packed to capacity. Ning Xuan didn't say anything, but directly pulled up the front-line map and drew several circles on it with her finger.

"Everyone, after three months of adjustment and adaptation, everyone's professional skills have improved rapidly. These tables show detailed data on the number of patients we effectively treated each day, the rate of serious injuries, the mortality rate, the time spent treating different types of injured people, and so on over the past three months. As you can see from the data, our effective number of patients treated is constantly increasing, the mortality rate is dropping sharply, and the time spent treating injured people is reduced by three-quarters compared to the beginning." Ning Xuan projected the different data onto the screen in the center of the conference hall. The data was presented in tables, which looked very intuitive.

Looking at these forms, everyone sitting in the audience felt very proud. These achievements were their own, and they would serve as evidence for rewarding meritorious service after the war ended.

Such outstanding achievements will benefit them in the future.

"Dean, with the current number of patients, we only need to send half of our staff, and the rest will be idle. Do you think we can find something else to do?" asked a young S-level controller sitting in the front row.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say today, everyone. The patients sent here vary in severity, but the front lines are too far from the medical center. Those who are seriously injured on the battlefield simply don't make it to the medical center." Ning Xuan said, then showed another set of photos.

This set of photos depicts soldiers on the battlefield, their limbs severed, their bodies badly injured, and on the verge of death.

Upon seeing these photos, everyone in the hall fell silent.

They were certainly aware of the brutality of the front lines, but they were still deeply moved when faced with these images.

"Dean, what are your plans?" someone asked.

"I want to form a mobile medical team to go deep into the front lines, treat patients there, and reduce the casualty rate on the battlefield," Ning Xuan said.

As soon as Ning Xuan finished speaking, the conference room became eerily quiet. In such an environment, even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

The mortality rate for frontline medical teams is extremely high. Ning Xuan originally thought that no one would be willing to take the risk. She had already prepared a motivational speech. Unexpectedly, an S-level female doctor in the front row immediately stood up and said, "I'll join. I'm willing to join the mobile medical team to go deep into the front line."

"I would like that too."

"..."

Before Ning Xuan could even give her motivational speech, people were already vying to join. Although Ning Xuan didn't quite understand, she was still very happy to see their enthusiastic participation.

In just three days, Ning Xuan had already compiled a list of mobile medical team members. After the list was finalized, they carried the necessary medicines and rushed to the front line.