Chuzhou, which is in the white-shirted army, is naturally the final decision.

Huo Baoxu helped him and said, "Doctor Bao, don't be polite, are you willing to give it a try?"

Dr. Bao's face was hesitant.

This doctor is a doctor who treats diseases and saves people. He is occasionally invited to see Baishanjun. He is a doctor who is a doctor who is a doctor who is a man of the White Army.

It would be fine if the Baishan Jun could stand, but if he couldn't stand, it would be a disaster for the Bao family.

But can I refuse?

People call them "Buddhist Army", so they think they have no temper?

The whole family is in Chuzhou. If you offend the new owner of Chuzhou, isn’t that asking for death?

Huo Bao said gently: "Doctor Bao doesn't need to make a decision immediately and can't make any decisions. Go back and discuss with his family...!"

Nowadays, there is a shortage of good doctors.

My father is not young, and he has cough and he is still healthy. It is also reassuring that a doctor regulates his body.

In addition, we need to start fighting Hezhou. If we can temporarily train some field medical staff, we can also reduce casualties.

Regardless of whether Dr. Bao is happy or not, he will be the one who meets him.

The necessary talents are tight and time is tight, so you can walk straight to the road.

Huo Bao's words were a little heavy.

Doctor Bao's heart trembled and bowed and said, "The little old man is old and may not bear the trend. The little old man's eldest son has been in the army for many years. He has done his true teachings. Can he let him come to the state office to listen to the mission?"

Huo Bao looked at Dr. Bao and didn't say anything for a moment.

Doctor Bao is the head of the family. He was a medical officer for Baishanjun, and the whole family was inseparable from his family. If his eldest son came out to be a medical officer, if he gave up this branch, other children and grandchildren could save him.

Putting his heart in mind, Huo Bao understood his choice.

In the final analysis, the White-Shirt Army is not in sufficient power and cannot make people feel at ease.

"Okay, let him come to the state office to report in the afternoon!"

"Why!"

Dr. Bao responded and carried the doctor's box out, and his waist was really bent.

Huo Bao remembered something and said to Hei An: "I need shojiu. Ordinary shojiu cannot do it. I have to steam it a few more times. Send someone to ask the winery. Today, it will be necessary, the faster the better, and go back to the accounting... and record it on the military supplies..."

At this time there was no alcohol, but there was already distilled liquor.

If you have distilled wine, you can only steam it a few times more.

If you find someone to go to the tavern, customize more high-alcohol wine, which can be used as alcohol.

Ping'an hesitated and said, "What Xiao Bao wants... is wine dew?"

"Wine Dew? Is it a soju that has been steamed several times?"

"Well, nine steamed nine brews are the most intense, but drinking them is like swallowing fire... If you don't drink them well, you will get drunk if you smell them, and you won't be able to drink a few cups even if you drink well..."

Huo Bao listened, this was against the height of wine.

“Where is wine dew?”

"There is a small kitchen in the state yamen, which is the filial piety given by the winery before."

Huo Bao was overjoyed, and Ping'an hurriedly asked someone to pick it up when he saw this.

A small jar, but a circle bigger than an adult's fist.

Huo Bao opened it and put it under his nose to smell it.

The smell of alcohol that came to the nose made people slightly drunk.

Seeing this, Niu Qing, who had been silent, hurriedly said, "Brother Bao, you are still young, Uncle Wu won't let you drink!"

Huo Bao smiled and said, "This is not for drinking, this is for you!"

"I?"

Just now, Huo Bao asked the doctor to leave an external plaster instead of applying it directly to Niu Qing, just to wait for this.

Niu Qing is still confused.

Huo Bao had washed his hands, took out a clean veil, and personally washed Niu Qing's wounds.

Although Niu Qing didn't know his intention, he still honestly let Huo Bao perform.

It can be cooked with hot and roasted, which is more painful than cutting flesh with a knife!

Where can Niu Qing stand it?

The howling in his mouth was shrill, and his body suddenly started to bounce.

"Ah...ah..."

The screams were shrill, like killing a pig.

But in the blink of an eye, Niu Qing sweated like rain, like washing water.

Ping An was startled.

Is this Xiao Bao taking revenge?

It was so cruel that I drank the wine that was burning in my mouth and poured it directly onto the wound!

Niu Qing believed in Huo Bao, but the pain was really painful. Tears came out and said, "Brother Bao... Is this thing curing injuries? But it hurts so much... Woo woo..."

I didn't dare to cry when I got into trouble, and I didn't cry when I committed suicide and was seriously injured, but I couldn't help it at this time.

Huo Bao hurriedly said: "Brother Qing endured it, it would be better if the pain had passed. This is a good thing to save your life. It cannot be cured directly, but it can prevent the wound from getting inflamed and ulcerated..."

When Niu Qing heard this, he couldn't help feeling distressed: "It's enough to just mix with such a precious thing, but it's still used as water to waste good things in vain!"

Deng Jian, Xue Biao, and Shui Jin were all shocked after such a big disturbance.

The smell of alcohol in the room cannot be covered.

Shui Jin didn't know the past, and was frightened by Niu Qingshen's bone-showing wound and didn't say anything for a moment.

Xue Biao looked at the jar of wine in Huo Bao's hand and was very surprised. Is this a celebrating with wine?

Last night, I still said I couldn’t eat alcohol, but today I changed?

Deng Jian wrinkled his nose, and his eyes fell on Huo Bao's hand: "Good wine!"

Huo Bao had already cleaned Niu Qing's wounds and presented the wine jar with tactful hands, saying, "Cousin, this is wine dew, it's strong, it's not..."

Before he could finish his persuasion, Deng Jian had already grabbed the wine jar and drank a few mouthfuls of "gudu" like a cow drinking water.

Deng Jian's face turned red to the bottom of his neck.

"Good wine!"

Deng Jian's tongue was hard, and he couldn't bear to put down the wine jar, he hugged it in his arms and staggered, and turned around and went out.

Huo Bao was worried, so he hurriedly followed him and saw him go back to the guest room before turning around.

Xue Biao stood beside the bed, looking at Niu Qing's wounds, his eyes shining.
Chapter completed!