The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 160 Hidden merit and fame

Several senior doctors stood guard at the post station for a day and a night.

To their surprise.

Dozens of critically injured patients who were on the verge of death were forced to drink two doses of herbal medicine after their mouths were pried open, and they miraculously woke up one after another.

Each of them had a face that had turned purple from being pinched.

It is a bit ugly.

Weakness is true weakness.

But his life was indeed saved.

The senior doctors couldn't help but mutter to themselves:
At least a dozen of them had pale or leaden-gray complexions when they took over.

They stitched up all the wounds themselves, and the internal medicine was also made from herbal packets they got from the clinic.

They were well aware of the level of their medical skills.

How could a 100% survival rate be possible!
Could it be because of the meticulous care provided by the twenty-odd women in the medical team?

I always feel like I have some connection with them.

However, I also feel that it is not entirely related to it.

The senior doctors discussed it behind his back, but couldn't come to a conclusion.

In the end, it was simply attributed to the fact that the men from the Northwest were more resilient than the men from Youzhou!
The centurion who remained behind, once he regained his senses, did not think that way.

If the wounds on his head, stomach, and legs had been treated by the military doctors in the border town, he would have been severely injured, if not killed.

But after drinking the herbal medicine for the past two days, he felt halfway better. At least he could sleep soundly after taking the medicine at night.

He wasn't the only one who thought this way.

The other injured brothers shared the same feeling as him.

Some of the less seriously injured were even able to get out of bed after just one day.

Several people stood in front of his bed, praising him in various ways:
"Putting aside everything else, the doctors in Haijin Town are truly skilled! In the past, the wounds we suffered after battles from knife wounds or arrow wounds were most prone to redness, high fever, and suppuration, and the pain kept us up all night! This time, there was no fever at all, and the pain from the wounds was within our tolerance range."

"If you ask me, the medical team organized by the scholar's wife also deserves credit. The medical team members are very skillful and diligent. For example, the fine cotton cloth we used for our wounds was changed with a clean cloth every time the dressing was changed."

"Hehe, we heard about the scholar's wife forcing medicine on us! They say that Li Qiu and the dozen or so others were practically on their way to the underworld, and it was all thanks to those two bowls of medicine that they were saved! We really underestimated the scholar's wife's abilities!"

"Yes! If it weren't for her saving the day, we wouldn't have just been injured. Maybe my mother would have received my twenty taels of compensation in another month!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? As long as we get back alive, even if we're injured or crippled, it's better than dying!"

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Who said no.

A young man over twenty years old, still alive.

Is it possible that I can't earn a mere twenty taels of silver in my entire life?!
The only wish of the families of soldiers in the border town is to live.

The injured kept sighing.

Fortunately, the scholar's wife was exceptionally skilled in combat, and we were also fortunate that the medical team accompanied us this time.

The doctors in Haijin Town unanimously praised each other for their miraculous healing skills!

The old doctor watched as these dozen or so soldiers from the Northwest Frontier, who had just had several large wounds stitched up two days ago, got out of bed and walked around without batting an eye. This experience gave him a new perspective on their physical resilience.

In any case, both the doctor and the patient attributed the credit to the other's superior physical condition/medical skills.

Gan Minglan, the only one who knew the truth, silently retreated to the main kitchen and continued to help brew medicine and cook porridge, keeping her merits hidden.
The rest stop was well-organized by the medical team.

Guan Jun of Yuyang City arrived quickly after receiving the message from the horseman.

On the morning of the third day after the great battle, a fifth-rank guerrilla general led five thousand cavalrymen, arriving at Haijin Town ahead of their grain transport ships.

The postmaster reluctantly went out of the post station to greet him, only to be kicked to the ground by the hot-tempered guerrilla general.

The guerrilla general came up and immediately launched into a tirade against him:
"The villagers of Haijin Town have really made something of themselves, daring to even steal military rations from our Yuyang City!"
There are such a large number of bandits in this area, yet you haven't sent any messages to Yuyang City.

Do they think our border troops are too weak to lift their swords, or are they afraid to go up the mountain to suppress the bandits?
Before I came, General Lai asked me to tell everyone in Haijin Town.

He was powerless to stop the displaced people from the other twelve provincial administrations from causing trouble.

But in Youzhou, this small territory, anyone who dares to fish in troubled waters should ask the old man's precious sword if it will allow it!

Despite the pain and wiping the sweat from his brow, the postmaster repeatedly agreed.

His heart was filled with bitterness, more bitter than if he had eaten bitter herbs, but he couldn't express it.

The postmaster's mother was sixty years old; her family was from Beicang Village.

My mother gave birth to seven sons for my husband's family. When I was a child, life was really hard for my family. We relied on my uncle from Beicang Village to help us out from time to time.

His family's life only improved after he became a stable boy at the post station.

Whenever the post station came into contact with news from all over the country, he would pick out the useful information and tell it to his uncle.

But this time.

The fact that the bandits of Longpan Mountain had stolen his cousin's youngest son was kept a secret from his uncle's family, even from him.

A few days ago, my cousin tricked me out of a lot of information about the border town's military activities without my knowledge.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the bandits from Longpan Mountain had already entered the village and were fighting with Guan Jun's men.

The noise from the musket kept him awake all night.

They feared that the bandits would kill all the soldiers and steal the 600,000 shi of grain.

They were also afraid that Guan Jun's men would turn on the bandits and kill them, which would then implicate their uncle and his men from Beicang Village.

Two days ago, after learning from the medical team leader that the grain had been transferred to Yuyang City, he completely lost his composure.

Now, this oncoming kick has once again confirmed his guess.

Uncle, you've really ruined your nephew this time.

Still seething with anger, the guerrilla general strode into the inn's courtyard.

The emotions in their hearts and on their faces were put on hold when they saw the people who were there to greet them.

What was the fair-skinned and beautiful captain of the border town medical team saying just now?

Huh? What's the position of captain?
wrong!

Besides wives and wives in red tents, where are the female soldiers in the military camp?
The other person's blood-stained brown clothes and the chilling murderous aura emanating from them made him hesitant to think of anything frivolous.

My mind was still reeling from the sight of her beauty.

He was led by this captain to the rest room of the centurion, whose head was wrapped up like a cocoon.

"General, please come in. Our commander has been seriously wounded by the bandits and we apologize that he cannot come out to greet us."

"No blame, no blame"

"Cough cough." The centurion left behind coughed heavily a few times.

They couldn't stand the way this guerrilla general stared at their scholar's wife with such a vacant look.

snort!
If the general had learned of the scholar's wife's feat of killing bandits a few days ago...

I wonder if it will shock you!

(End of this chapter)