The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 202 Injury

The Tatar withdrawal is a welcome development.

However, the border troops also suffered considerable casualties.

The data was only roughly tallied in the afternoon.

The number of soldiers who died heroically, their families who participated in the battle, and exiled prisoners totaled just over seven thousand, while the number of those who were lightly or seriously wounded was over eight thousand.

For those who have died heroically, their surnames and given names should be identified, and they should be sent back to their families for burial.

Anyone who still has a breath left must be sent for emergency treatment.

For all the border soldiers, being wounded or disabled is not terrible; as long as they survive, their families will be thankful.

The current situation is rather unusual, as most of the military doctors in the camp have been taken by General Zhao to Xijing City to suppress the bandits.

How could fewer than ten military doctors treat more than eight thousand wounded soldiers?
The deputy commander-in-chief was so worried that he directly ordered the only two families in the border town with six doctors to close their doors and provide medical care for the wounded soldiers.

They also sent people to Huaiqing Prefecture to fetch doctors and medicine.

The Five Guards of the Border City are currently lacking doctors, nurses, and medicine for injuries—they lack everything!
Overall, the people are in a relaxed mood.

They have lived here for generations.

Such a large-scale and successful battle is truly rare in recent decades.

These old Northwesters understood far better than Gan Minglan the deterrent effect of this victory on the Tatars.

They even felt the urge to celebrate wildly.

Several versions of the story of the border troops routing the Tatars had already emerged by this morning.

The children, who had been confined all morning, were jumping around with great joy.

Fatty, along with his older brother (King Tu) and the neighborhood children, went to several city gates to listen to stories.
Shenzheng (4 PM), No. 36 Courtyard.

As Luo and Yang were discussing preparing dinner, they heard the courtyard gate being pushed open from the outside.

Mrs. Luo thought it was her daughter-in-law returning, so she quickly came out of the kitchen to greet her.

What they saw was their son being carried on a stretcher by his father-in-law and nephew, lying motionless on it, looking just like a blood-soaked gourd.

She was so frightened she almost choked, her eyes widened, and she asked in a trembling voice, "My dear, what about Kang Kang'er?"

Asking that question had exhausted all of Luo's strength.

Gan Hongzhen and his youngest son put down the stretcher, wiped the sweat from their brows, and said, "He's still alive! My son-in-law is still breathing!"

"Puff."

Two sounds.

Both Luo and Yang sat down on the ground with the same movement.

Mrs. Luo was afraid that her son would lose his life.

Madam Yang was also afraid that her daughter would become a widow at a young age.

All mothers feel the same way.

Seeing that the two men were pale with fright, Gan Mingshou quickly explained:

“Auntie, Mother, Father and I rushed to Dingzhenbao last night to kill the Tatars. The pass we were guarding was quite far from Dingzhenbao, and by the time we arrived, it was almost over.”

When they were cleaning up the battlefield, Father found his brother-in-law buried under several dead Tatars. He had several knife wounds on his body and must have lost too much blood to have lost consciousness.

The army doctors and resident physicians in the camp were too busy to handle everything, so my father and I decided to bring my brother-in-law back with us. My father brought the best hemostatic medicine.”

For butchers who deal with knives year-round, wound medicine is a staple in their homes.

Luo's concern clouded her judgment, leaving her completely bewildered when faced with such a major event as her son's injury.

At this moment, she was truly overjoyed to have such a wonderful in-law.

The in-laws really love their daughter.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have abandoned their families and careers to come to this border town to eat sand.

Right now, she has received help from her good in-laws again. Gan Hongzhen and his son helped Zuo Wenkang change his clothes in the east side room and began to treat his knife wounds.

Yang held Luo's hand and gently comforted her:
“Mother-in-law, we’re here! My son-in-law fainted because he lost too much blood. When he wakes up, we’ll have his father-in-law slaughter a sheep for him to make up for it.”

Luo's eyes and heart were completely focused on her son, and she nodded incoherently.

Just as I was about to say something, the courtyard gate was pushed open again.

It was the cheerful voice of my beloved grandson that came through the air:
"Grandma, Grandma, look! Mom brought back a sheep. We'll have mutton tonight!"

The daughter-in-law is back?

Luo vaguely caught the words she wanted to hear and finally raised her head from her vacant gaze.

As soon as I looked up, I saw my daughter-in-law.

Her lips trembled, and she almost burst into tears.

Gan Minglan had never seen her mother-in-law look so distraught before, and her throat felt a little itchy. "Mother, what's wrong?"

"Quickly, go see your man! He's injured! He was slashed by the Tatars and is still unconscious. You must save him! I know you're the most capable one. You even saved him from serious wolf bites last time!"

As Luo spoke more and more fluently, she pulled her daughter-in-law and ran towards the east side room.

Gan Minglan quickly threw the sheep she was carrying to the ground and hurried into the house.

My heart is beating a little fast.

Despite her confidence in her superpowers.

When she entered the room, Gan Mingshou had just stripped his brother-in-law naked from the waist up.

Several cuts on her back, longer than chopsticks, came into the view of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

A fair back.

A bloody, mangled wound.

It was so shocking.

Fatty burst into tears and climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) while crying.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

Luo was so agitated that her vision went black and her body became as limp as a noodle.

Gan Minglan had no choice but to send her mother-in-law to the main room in the middle.

Seeing her chubby son desperately trying to cling to the man, she suppressed her anger, pulled him off the bed, squatted down, and said to him very seriously:
“Your father is injured and needs your mother and uncle from another clan to help apply medicine. Can you help your mother go to the middle room to take care of your grandmother and sister?”

Fatty wouldn't listen to any advice; he sat on the ground, hugged his mother's leg, and started wailing.

"Waaah, Mother, don't lie to me! They said, they said so many people died, and Father being carried home like this means he's dead!"
"Daddy, Daddy, don't die! Don't die! I'll study hard from now on, and I'll never let Mommy get me a new daddy again!"

The thought of his father being buried in the ground and never seeing him again truly filled Fatty with grief.

She sat on the ground, crying so hard that the world seemed to darken, and snot bubbled from her nose.

After the dizziness subsided, Luo slowly regained consciousness and heard her precious grandson's loud voice.

Didn't her father-in-law say before that her son had just fainted?

Could it be that he died the moment he was carried home?
Ah!
She doesn't want to live anymore.

Luo stumbled and ran to the east side room, where she saw her daughter-in-law with a livid face pulling at her grandson who was sitting on the ground crying loudly.

Her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground, pulling her grandson into her arms.

He looked up to the sky and wailed loudly:

"My son, how could you bear to leave your mother like this? My poor Kang'er, how could you bear to go? How could you bear to go?"

Gan Minglan was so angry that her head was buzzing.

What kind of good people are they? They're already wailing about someone's death before the person is even really dead!
She plans to give the little one a complete childhood tonight!

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