Chapter 166: All sent to mining!

Ning Lingwei continued to use magical acupuncture techniques, slowly forced out the iron filings from the other two seriously injured people, and then applied Yunnan Baiyao. She told Zhang Zhun that if there was no accident, their injuries should be able to be healed slowly.

Zhang Zhun said gratefully: "Miss Ning, your medical skills are really magical."

Ning Lingwei said inadvertently: "It was taught by the master."

Zhang Zhun nodded and said nothing.

It seems that it is very necessary to have a good relationship with Shuiyue'an!

Afterwards, Zhang Zhun and Ning Lingwei came to Yang Hongwen's side and carefully checked his injuries.

Ning Lingwei understood that this person was the focus of Zhang Zhun's attention, so she picked up Yang Hongwen's hand and carefully detected his pulse. Slowly, her faint eyebrows frowned inadvertently, as if she had encountered a problem. Fortunately, Zhang Zhun had already investigated Yang Hongwen's injuries before, otherwise, looking at Ning Lingwei's frowning action, she would definitely think that Yang Hongwen was not good.

Yang Hongwen's injuries were still quite serious. After being lifted from the boat, he remained unconscious. The arrow that shot his lower abdomen had been taken out. Because the arrow did not burst, there were no residual iron fragments in the wound. The wound had been treated with medicine powder and was bandaged outside. However, Yang Hongwen was still unconscious and his breathing was quite weak.

Zhang Zhun, who came from later generations, was actually very clear that Yang Hongwen's injuries were mainly caused by excessive blood loss. In this era, blood transfusion was simply impossible, and no one had the ability to do that. The problem of blood type alone made everyone retreat. The only thing they could do was hope that Yang Hongwen's own vitality was strong enough to survive it.

Zhang Zhun inexplicably had some expectations for Ning Lingwei's magical acupuncture. Perhaps, Yang Hongwen could be revitalized by acupuncture. Therefore, he said hopefully: "Miss Ning, can you acupuncture for him?"

Ning Lingwei said hesitantly: "Yes. But I can't guarantee that it will work."

Zhang Zhun said calmly: "It doesn't matter. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must work very hard."

Ning Lingwei took out the silver needle, circled Yang Hongwen's body, and slowly turned it around. She inserted silver needles into multiple degrees on his body. Then, she turned the silver needles in turn. Yang Hongwen was in a coma, wondering if it was because of the stimulation of the silver needle. Ning Lingwei moaned for half an hour in a row before taking away all the silver needles. At this time, Yang Hongwen was still unconscious and his pulse was weak, but Zhang Zhun had detected that his pulse was more stable than before.

Zhang Zhun said happily: "It works."

Ning Lingwei said: "I have to give him acupuncture twice a day so that he can wake up as soon as possible."

Zhang Zhun nodded and said gratefully again: "Then thank you Miss Ning."

Ning Lingwei still nodded slightly with an expressionless face, without responding.

Zhang Zhun became more and more determined to keep her.

She is a real miracle doctor!

Because the time of the escort was established was too short, Zhang Zhun had no time to teach knowledge outside of combat, such as first aid, bandage, medical care, etc. Therefore, when Yang Hongwen was first injured, he shed a lot of blood. Zhang Youcai was often with Zhang Zhun and occasionally heard him talk about some first aid knowledge, so he knew how to help Yang Hongwen treat his wounds. Otherwise, Yang Hongwen would not have the chance to be carried off the ship and died of excessive blood loss.

It seems that after the battle, it is necessary to establish an independent medical department and logistics department in the escort.

Everything must gradually become regular.

These days, there are very few doctors who know how to deal with wounds in surgery, and each one is extremely valuable. If you find that there are seedlings that can become doctors, you must cultivate them well. Zhang Zhun does not have much medical knowledge and has no knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. However, as a Marine Corps officer, he still knows basic first aid knowledge. In addition, he can also make some professional suggestions on how to isolate, how to prevent inflammation, and how to effectively recover. As long as these scientific systems in later generations can be effectively promoted, it will definitely be beneficial for the recovery of the wounded.

However, it is not as effective as keeping Ning Lingwei directly. If she joins, the treatment of the wounded in the guard team will definitely be faster and more effective, and the mortality rate will be greatly reduced. Therefore, no matter what, she, and the masters of Shuiyue's temple, must be tied to their own chariots.

Amitabha, sins...

Let me bear all the sins of my father, wife, daughter and later generations!

Ning Lingwei did know a lot of knowledge about healing and also had a Bodhisattva heart. After checking the wounds of several other wounded people, she took the initiative to whisper: "It seems that I will stay here for a few days."

Of course, Zhang Zhun was reluctant to ask for it and hurriedly said, "That's good."

Ning Lingwei didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

She has regarded herself as a real monk, and from the perspective of a monk, everyone is the same. No matter what status you are, whether you are handsome or ugly, whether you are a royal noble or a poor person, whether you like or dislike, in her eyes, she is just a moving skeleton.

Zhang Zhun accompanied her to check every wounded person, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Miss Ning, I have something to ask you. Do you Shuiyue Temple know how to do rituals?"

Ning Lingwei said: "We don't know how to do the water and land temple, but we still know the basic rituals."

Zhang Zhun nodded and said, "That's fine! I hope to hold a simple ritual to see them off."

The "they" he mentioned are those nameless women who were humiliated by the Tartars and then killed coldly. Their fate is really tragic. No one knows their names, no one knows their origin. Their fragile lives are like a speck of dust, which disappears with a slight blow. It would be fine if they didn't meet them. Since they met them, Zhang Zhun felt that it was necessary to send them a journey. I hope that they would not meet the cruel Tartars again in another world. There are no Tartars in heaven.

As for the soldiers who died in the escort, there are naturally new funerals. A brand new martyrs cemetery has been built in Laoshan. In order to appease the sacrificial soldiers, the martyrs cemetery has been specially decorated. Everyone passing by will respect the martyrs buried below.

Ning Lingwei asked the situation briefly and said, "I will contact the masters immediately. I think the masters and the others will agree."

Immediately wrote a letter and handed it to Zhang Zhun, asking her to send it to Master Xichen of Shuiyue Temple, her master.

Zhang Zhun immediately appointed Ma Yi and quickly sent the letter to Shuiyue Temple. At the same time, he sent the prepared thirty stones of food to Shuiyue Temple. Afterwards, Zhang Zhun wanted to invite Ning Lingwei to live in Fushan City and give her a relatively good living environment. However, Ning Lingwei refused, and she liked to live with the injured, so Zhang Zhun did not force her. Zhang Zhun respected this kind of selfless dedication, saving the world, and saving lives and helping the wounded. As long as it was the other party's reasonable request, he would meet it unconditionally.

After saying goodbye to Ning Lingwei, Zhang Zhun returned to Fushan City.

"Sir, how do you deal with those captives of Tartars?"

Zhiyuan Yang came up and asked, his face was not very good.

Yang Junjie's death in battle caused a bit of a psychological blow to everyone. Especially the seven people who first learned to assassinate with Yang Junjie. Everyone wanted to smash all the prisoners and completely erase them from this world. However, as senior officers of the guards, they also knew that killing those Tartars was of no use at all.

"Close first."

"Be careful, don't let them commit suicide."

Zhang Zhun said coldly.

"Those traitors and the second Tartars..."

Jerry Yang asked again.

The soldiers hated those traitors who helped the evil and the second Tartars even more. Especially those traitors who worked hard for the Tartars. They were originally Han people, but they helped the Tartars to harm their compatriots. From any angle, it was unreasonable. If the Tartars were to be cut into pieces, those traitors would be repeatedly slapped.

"Search out their leaders, lock them up with the Tartars, and then deal with them later."

"Everyone else is chased to mine!"

Zhang Zhun said coldly.

Zhiyuan Yang agreed to go.

Mining is indeed a good suggestion!

Everyone knows that mining is a very dangerous job, and if you are not careful, there will be casualties. With the current technical conditions, no matter how careful you are, casualties will still occur from time to time. These hateful traitors and the second Tartars have finally tasted the great things. It is best to be buried alive in the mine cave.

...

Some are happy and some are sad.

Laizhou Prefecture, back garden.

It was August soon, and the weather gradually became cooler as the Mid-Autumn Festival approached.

As usual, the prefect lay in a rattan chair comfortably, relaxing and leisurely. However, the one who accompanies him was no longer a young and beautiful concubine, but a chubby original wife. This original wife has always lived in Jinan Prefecture and rarely came to Laizhou Prefecture. Recently, the Tartars entered the Barclays, and Jinan Prefecture was not very safe, so the original wife came back. When the original wife came back, the prefect was naturally unhappy, but he did not dare to show up on the surface.

While the couple was talking nonsense, a confidant came to Sun Zhixie's ear in a hurry and whispered a few words.

Sun Zhixie was slightly stunned, stopped shaking the rattan chair, and subconsciously said: "How is it possible? Have you asked wrong? How is it possible?"

Because the news was so surprising that Sun Zhixie asked three consecutive questions, which showed his shock. What the servants reported to him was the battle situation in Fushan City. He was originally full of confidence, waiting for the news of Zhang Zhun's defeat, and then he found a way to accept the salt of Fushan City. Unexpectedly, what he received was the news that the entire Tartar army was wiped out and Zhang Zhun and others were safe. The contrast was so big, how could he not be shocked?

The servant hurriedly said, "Sir, the news is accurate."

Sun Zhixie's face changed, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes were covered in gray. For him, it was definitely not a good thing that the entire Tartars were wiped out. It was even very likely to cause trouble to him. I wonder if Shublu of Tianheng Island received the news of defeat? If he received this news, I wonder what would happen? Will he think that he deliberately set up a trap and let Zhang Zhun kill his subordinates? If Shublu really thought that way, the problem would be serious... Shublu could not defeat Zhang Zhun, but could deal with him Sun Zhixie! The Tartars of Tianheng Island had been harassing Laizhou Prefecture for more than once or twice. The angry Tartars did not mind an armed expedition in the hinterland of Laizhou Prefecture!

Suddenly, Sun Zhixie screamed in anger: "Waste! Waste! All are waste!"

When the servant saw that the situation was not good, he hurriedly stepped out.

Sun Zhixie screamed in anger for a while, but she still couldn't find a partner to vent her fear and frustration. Suddenly, she saw the original wife in front of her and felt extremely hateful. She didn't come early or late, but she came at this time. Didn't this intentionally bring bad luck to herself? After losing her mind for a while, Sun Zhixie cursed in anger: "It's all you bitch! Crow's mouth! Sangmenxing! There's nothing good about every time you come! You stayed well in Jinan Prefecture, what are you doing here?"

The original wife is not a good-looking man, and her mother's family is quite powerful. At the beginning, Sun Zhixie was so happy that she asked someone to come to ask for a marriage. Her mother's family agreed to the marriage for Wei Zhongxian's sake. Unexpectedly, Wei Zhongxian collapsed and her mother's family was also suffering. She finally rose again. When it comes to this matter, the original wife's wife was dissatisfied with Sun Zhixie. Now she was suddenly scolded by Sun Zhixie, and her temper also became angry and retorted: "What are you fierce to me? You have no ability! Blame others!"

Sun Zhixie was confronted by his original wife and became more angry. He stretched out his hand and slapped the original wife's fat face.

"Bang!"

It's really loud.

Five finger prints emerged clearly.

The original wife was immediately annoyed, and she slapped Sun Zhixie in the face with a backhand.

"Bang!"

More louder.

Five finger prints are clearer.

The only difference is that there was not much flesh on the face of the prefect, and the slap hit the bone directly. The original wife was very strong, and the slap seemed to be an unfolded palm fan, which was extremely powerful. So half of the prefect's teeth were almost knocked out.
Chapter completed!