After entering the military camp, Cheng Chumo took Wang Ning'an and walked to the general's tent. When he passed a tent on the way, there were countless groans and a lot of crying in the tent.

Wang Ning'an found that Cheng Chumo, who was originally honest and excited, suddenly became sad and sad, with tears in his red eyes.

This was an extraordinary thing in ancient times when men could only bleed without shedding tears, especially for Cheng Chumo, a military general. Men could only bleed without shedding tears. It could be described as unprecedented.

Instigated by curiosity, Wang Ning'an opened the curtain of the tent, and a strong smell of blood hit his face, and then a series of horrifying scenes came into his eyes.

The injured soldiers lay on the bed moaning in pain, while a group of marching doctors in plain clothes kept applying medicine to each soldier.

And this medicine was so black that it was just like the dirt on the ground. No, it was just dirt. A marching doctor grabbed a handful of wet dirt from the ground and applied it to a soldier's wound.

"Stop, do you want to take human life?" Wang Ning'an blurted out, stepped forward and grabbed the marching doctor to prevent him from smearing soil on the soldiers' wounds.

He didn't know why he shouted out nervously. It might have been out of instinctive reaction, the influence of the 21st century, or maybe the concept of equality in his previous life was at play. Anyway, he spoke out and blocked it.

When the marching doctor saw a stranger gesticulating, his already bad mood became even worse. He said angrily: "What does the little kid know? If we don't stop the bleeding, his life will be gone."

Just as Wang Ning'an was about to retort, he was pulled out of the tent by a huge force.

When he saw that it was Cheng Chumo pulling him, he immediately said angrily: "Brother Cheng, why did you pull me out? Didn't you see those local doctors looking down on human life?"

Cheng Chumo said with red eyes: "The doctor said that if the bleeding stops, the wounded soldier's life will be lost."

"If you fart, there are many ways to stop the bleeding. Using soil to stop the bleeding is unheard of. In my opinion, they are just taking human life lightly." Wang Ning'an shouted.

"Hey, what can we do? All the medicinal materials have been used up." Cheng Chumo didn't react for a while and sighed, "Let's go and leave them alone. Go see the general and capture Xiazhou as soon as possible so that the brothers can return safely.

Home."

"No, before I go to see the general, I have to help the wounded soldiers stop bleeding." Wang Ning'an stubbornly turned around again and walked into the wounded soldiers' influence.

Wang Ning'an considers himself not a good person, but out of the spirit of humanitarianism and good education in the 21st century, when he sees this kind of thing, he just wants to take care of it.

"Why did you come in again? Get out, get out, don't hinder us from rescuing people." When the marching doctor saw Wang Ning'an coming in again, he impatiently drove people out.

Wang Ning'an ignored everyone, but walked up to a soldier whose wound was not covered with soil, and immediately said: "Whoever has a needle and thread, I will help him stop the bleeding."

"What nonsense? How can there be anything for women in this important military camp? If you don't leave, I will ask the guarding soldiers to drive you away." The leading marching doctor directly rebuked.

Cheng Chumo walked in at this time and became dissatisfied with Wang Ning'an. He said angrily: "Brother Wang, this is not the place for you. Don't hinder the doctors from saving people."

Wang Ning'an didn't seem to hear Cheng Chumo's angry tone, but said very stubbornly: "Brother Cheng, I have a way to help Shi

The soldiers stopped the bleeding. As long as the entire arm was not broken, I could help them stop the bleeding.

Now give me a needle and some thread. I will use it. It is best if the thread and needle are sterilized by high temperature."

When Cheng Chumo heard Wang Ning'an's desert words, he was stunned and didn't hear the next half of the sentence at all.

"Do you really have a way to help brothers stop bleeding?"

"Yes." Wang Ning'an said very confidently.

"Master Colonel, don't listen to this little kid's nonsense. He is just causing trouble here. If he doesn't leave, I will tell the general and punish you severely." The marching doctor roared, they were wasting the time to save people.

This made the marching doctor, who was already on the verge of rage, completely explode. Even Cheng Chumo dared to roar.

Cheng Chumo's temper rose and he said in a deep voice: "Shut up, with your methods, how many soldiers have risen because of your incompetence, and now that you finally have a solution, you still dare to drive people away.

I will leave it here today. If my brother can't come up with a better way to stop the bleeding, I'll leave it to you, but if he does, be careful of your bullshit."

Wang Ning'an's eyes suddenly turned red. He didn't expect Cheng Chumo to trust him so much. It felt really good to be trusted.

"Brother Cheng, you don't have to be like this."

Cheng Chumo stretched out his hand and said, "Brother, just tell me if you can do it."

"Okay, how can a man say no."

"That's enough. Just help the brothers stop the bleeding, and I will take care of the rest. If anyone dares to stop you, I will be the first to kill him."

Cheng Chumo took out the two axes behind him and got into a fighting stance. Anyone who dared to come up would be hit with an axe.

The camp was in complete chaos. None of the marching doctors dared to help the wounded soldiers stop bleeding. They all came to the leading doctor to help him be brave.

Wang Ning'an ignored them and looked at the soldier's wounds. He saw only a very long and deep knife wound, from the left shoulder to the right rib. You could vaguely see the white bones, and the blood kept flowing out.

If the bleeding doesn't stop, he guarantees that the wounded soldier will bleed to death.

He immediately roared: "Why are you still standing there? Get me needles and threads quickly and disinfect them all."

"Without needles and threads, what's disinfection? We don't have poison here," said the marching doctor.

Wang Ning'an then remembered that this was ancient times, and disinfection was simply a new term for them and they couldn't understand it.

He was stunned for a moment before recovering, and said: "Brother Cheng, I hope you can help me find some needles the size of embroidery needles, a little thicker will do, and have someone boil hot water and use hot water on all the clean cloths."

Soaked in water.

Then cut those pieces of cloth into strips, the thinner the better, quick, quick, quick..."

After Cheng Chumo received the order, he immediately shouted: "What are you doing standing still? Didn't you hear my brother's order? Go and prepare quickly. If someone is injured and dies because of your slow speed, I will definitely skin you."

The marching doctors looked at the leading doctor with confused eyes, and they all followed his lead.

Cheng Chu also noticed it, grabbed the other party's shirt, his eyes were red, and he said with a gloomy face: "If one of the brothers here died because of your relationship, I will chop you off even if I am punished by the general.

Brain.”

The leading doctor wiped away the cold sweat and felt calm in his heart.

He came down and said: "Go and get ready. Also, give my silver needle to that little brother."

Wang Ning'an's expression instantly improved. He knew that the leading doctor also wanted to treat these wounded soldiers, but they didn't have any medicinal materials, and they were so seriously injured. They really had no choice, so he thought of using the few remaining medicines.

Medicinal materials were mixed into the soil in the hope that it would stop the soldiers' bleeding.

Once the bleeding has stopped, whether he can survive or not really depends on God's will.

Later, Wang Ning'an learned that the method of using soil to stop bleeding came from a doctor who saw a Taoist priest using incense ash to stop bleeding.

Everyone moved very quickly, and a pair of silver needles was handed into Wang Ning'an's hands. From the cleanness of the silver needle bag, he could tell that this set of silver needles was cherished by its owner, and he had a good impression of the leading doctor.

After a while, a slender strip of cloth was also handed to Wang Ning'an. Seeing that the thin strip of cloth in his hand was more than ten times longer than the thread, he frowned and tied the strip to the tail of the silver needle and said: "A bit

If it's thick, then cut it thinner, forget it."

A group of doctors looked at Wang Ning'an curiously, wondering what the embroidery needle was for.

While everyone was curious, Wang Ning'an had already tied the cloth strip and just touched the wound with the silver needle. He left immediately and turned around and said: "Brother Cheng, come here and help me hold this brother down."

"good."

Cheng Chumo has already rushed to the shelves. He has just been in a bad mood, so he chose to believe Wang Ning'an. Now he wants to slap himself. Impulsiveness is the devil.

With Cheng Chumo's help, Wang Ning'an began to sew openings for the wounded soldiers. Because the silver needles were small and the cloth strips were too thick, the wounded soldiers struggled violently due to pain.

The thick white strips were instantly dyed red.

"Brother Cheng, hold it down, you must hold it down. I'll be fine soon."

Wang Ning'an shouted loudly, and his hands were very meticulous and methodical in sewing the wounds. Sweat appeared on his forehead one by one.

After a while, he finally tied a bow on the cloth and breathed out slowly. He finally understood why the doctors were so tired after each operation.

"Is this good?" Cheng Chumo asked.

Wang Ning'an nodded and said: "Okay, his wound has stopped bleeding. Now wipe his wound with a hot towel. It would be better if there is alcohol. He will have a greater chance of surviving."

"Did you hear what my brother said? Why don't you quickly wipe the wounds of the wounded soldiers? And you also hurry up and sew the wounds of other soldiers according to the method just now." Cheng Chumo yelled.

His roar immediately woke up the dazed marching doctors. Seeing that Wang Ning'an really stopped the bleeding from such a deep and long wound, they had no choice but to believe Wang Ning'an's words.

They began to pick up silver needles and cloth strips and began to mend the wounds.

When Cheng Chumo saw that the soldiers had stopped bleeding, he patted Wang Ning'an on the shoulder very happily and said with a big smile: "Brother, I know you can do it."

Wang Ning'an, on the other hand, was so painful from the slap that his face turned red and he was sweating profusely. He couldn't say anything. He thought his shoulder might be dislocated.

Seeing this, Cheng Chumo knew that he seemed to have done something wrong, and immediately pulled Wang Ning'an out of the wounded camp. If the wounded soldiers knew that he had injured their benefactor, he might not be able to eat, so he would have to walk around.
Chapter completed!