After traveling through time, she just wanted to eat, drink and have fun

Zhu Yu retracted her gaze and hurried to the wounded camp. After explaining the situation to the older military doctor, she and Ai Yun and other military doctors started the intense treatment work. The cruelty of the war was far beyond imagination. There were continuous wounded soldiers being sent in, and Zhu Yu and her sisters were very busy.

At the critical moment of life and death, they did not hesitate to exert all their skills and devoted themselves to the intense and busy rescue work. They were skillful and quick, carefully cleaning the wounds of the injured and carefully bandaging to stop the bleeding. In the busy process, time flew by like an arrow, and night fell silently.

Zhu Yu felt extremely tired at the moment, as if her body was hollowed out, and she could hardly even straighten her waist. However, she gritted her teeth and supported herself tenaciously with amazing perseverance. A moment later, the military doctor in charge of management affairs sent a soldier to guide Zhu Yu to the commander's tent. The reason was simple. The fierce battle had ended and they had won a brilliant victory. However, the Duke of Zhenguo and several others were more or less injured. Fortunately, the injuries were not too serious and only one person was needed to take good care of them.

Zhu Yu carried a medicine box and quickly and firmly followed the soldier leading the way. At the same time, she quietly took out a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine that she had prepared long ago from the space she carried with her. Please don't blame her for not using this precious medicine on the injured soldiers, because the amount of medicine is quite limited.

In this case, if it is to be used, it should be given priority to the generals. This is really a helpless move. Only when the generals are safe and sound can the army have a backbone, the morale of the army can be stable, and more people will have the hope of survival.

In many things, the so-called equality for all is often just a beautiful ideal.

As soon as he entered the tent, Zhu Yu saw several people sitting or lying in a very embarrassed posture. The demeanor they usually had was gone, replaced by endless fatigue and vicissitudes. The battle robes they wore were tattered and covered with mottled blood, dirt, dust and other dirt, making the original color of the battle robes almost unrecognizable.

Zhu Yu looked at these people carefully and found that, as she had expected, everyone's face was filled with deep fatigue. They were too lazy to even blink, as if all their energy had been exhausted. Especially the Duke of Zhenguo, his injuries were the most serious, and the wound on his leg looked extremely hideous and terrifying. Although he used a tattered piece of cloth to press the wound tightly, blood still continued to flow out of it, forming a stream of blood.

The body muscles of the Duke of Zhenguo were tense, and he was obviously trying his best to endure the great pain. However, when he saw Zhu Yu coming in, he smiled with difficulty and said to her: "You are really lucky! As soon as you came, we won a victory. I just chopped off the head of the enemy general with my own hands! Now, they will definitely replace the generals, and I guess they can be quiet for a while." After saying that, he coughed lightly a few times, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhu Yu stared with eyes wide open, looking at the old man in front of him in disbelief. His hair was messy, sticking together with sweat and dust, and his beard was messy. He exuded a pungent smell of blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and soil. However, his eyes were exceptionally bright, flashing with irrepressible excitement. Zhu Yu couldn't help but feel a little distressed. In her world, an old man of this age would at least not fight on the battlefield.

She tried to force a smile and said, "How come you don't know how to take care of yourself? Come on, let me take a look at your injuries."

This afternoon until now, Zhu Yu had witnessed all kinds of injuries, some of which were more serious than the Duke of Zhenguo, but due to her limited ability, she could only hand over those difficult injuries to Ai Yun. Fortunately, she was able to handle the Duke of Zhenguo's injuries with ease. So Zhu Yu quickly squatted down, approached the Duke of Zhenguo's leg, and began to treat his wounds skillfully. The whole process was as smooth and natural as flowing water - debridement, suturing, bandaging, every step was accurate; then he was fed anti-inflammatory drugs. During this period, the Duke of Zhenguo did not use any anesthetics, clenched his teeth throughout the whole process, and did not make any sound, but a few beads of sweat oozed from his forehead from time to time.

Zhu Yu admired the man in front of him very much, and repeatedly told him to rest well for four to five days. The Duke of Zhenguo was shocked and said, "How can he recover from such a serious injury in just four or five days?"

Zhu Yu, however, had a proud and complacent look on his face: "It would be impossible to rely solely on my triangular cat-like bandaging skills, but the Ai Yun I brought with me recently developed a new type of medicine for wounds. Although the output is not high, it is extremely effective in healing wounds. You can rest assured, it will only take four or five days for you to be able to walk and no longer suffer from unbearable pain. But you must not tear the wound hard, as it will take at least ten days to fully recover." The old Duke of Zhenguo smiled delightedly upon hearing this, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, resulting in his hands being covered in blood, dirt and soil.

Zhu Yu couldn't bear to watch, so he pretended not to see it and went to Leng Qinghuan and his brother to check the injuries. Leng Qinghuan quickly stood in front of Zhu Chun and said, "Sister Yu'er, just give me some medicine and gauze, we can go back and deal with it ourselves. These are just skin injuries, not serious. You should go and help the prince."

Zhu Yu glanced at Leng Qinghuan, then looked past her and looked at Zhu Chun. Zhu Chun said, "Sister, I'm really fine. Just do as she said and get some gauze to bandage our wounds and apply some medicine."

Hearing this, Zhu Yu reluctantly handed the medicine and gauze to Leng Qinghuan. After Leng Qinghuan took the things, he smiled at Zhu Yu again and comforted her: "Don't worry, your brother is really fine. He came here just to tell you that he is safe and sound, so that you don't worry about it all the time." Hearing this, Zhu Yu's worries were finally relieved a little.

She also showed Leng Qinghuan a sincere smile: "Then please help take care of my elder brother." Leng Qinghuan nodded to indicate her agreement, and then she and Zhu Chun supported each other and slowly walked towards their own tent. Prince Jing had excellent hearing and accidentally heard Leng Qinghuan whisper to Zhu Chun: "Your sister is so polite. Of course I should take care of my people, and you even thanked me."

How long will it take for the girl he has been thinking about, A Yu, to admit in person that she belongs to him alone?

Just as Prince Jing was lost in thought, Zhu Yu's voice suddenly rang out: "Prince, I'm afraid I'll have to cut open your clothes to heal your wound."

Prince Jing looked down at the wound on his abdomen. It was just some superficial injuries, and the blood was not much, but the wound was a bit long and looked quite scary. He silently glanced at Zhu Yu who was concentrating on studying his wound, and then said softly: "I feel a little exhausted now. Can I go back to my tent to treat this wound?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yu looked up at him in surprise, while the Duke of Zhenguo beside him seemed to have seen through the clues and laughed and agreed: "Do you need me to send some people to escort the prince back to the tent?"

Zhu Yu was speechless... Well, let him be, it's not me who was injured anyway. Prince Jing's face turned slightly red, and he replied with a little embarrassment: "Then there is no need to trouble you, she can support me."

Zhu Yu could only helplessly support King Jing as he walked towards his tent. Along the way, she did not forget to ask with concern: "Prince, why haven't you seen Rouyuan? How is she?"

Prince Jing was speechless. If his status did not allow it, he would have rolled his eyes. "Prince Qi has been waiting in the rear. As soon as the war was over, he asked the imperial physician to come over to see her. He is now resting in his tent! Not only Li Rouyuan, but all the members of the Li family have been taken care of by him. Only the Duke of Zhenguo insisted on testing your medical skills, so he dragged on and waited for you to come and see him."

Zhu Yu: No wonder the Duke of Zhenguo understands Prince Jing, they are both crazy dukes...