When the Regent Princess kneeled, all the children in Beijing broke their knees.

"Yes, my daughter will follow my father's teachings." Jiang Fengsheng listened carefully. She had never had any rebellious thoughts, whether to the Kang family or the Jiang family.

"Ah."

"We have received the news, and I'm afraid that Western Xinjiang will also get the news soon. The war is about to begin." General Jiang looked at the sand table with an obscure look in his eyes.

"Ziwei, hold on tight, I want to pull out the arrow." Jiang Yunchu said softly.

"Yes." Kang Ziwei quickly supported the person, fearing that more flesh would be strained in the process of pulling out the arrow.

At this time, Jiang Yunchu used her internal strength. A few days ago, she checked General Jiang's meridians, and General Jiang suddenly discovered that her internal strength had changed.

The special characteristics of the internal force are still there, but it is not easy for people to detect.

Even General Jiang couldn't detect it, so she could use it with confidence when treating patients and saving lives.

Jiang Yunchu pulled out the arrow directly, and the person who had already fainted screamed "Ah!" in pain, and the sound could be heard from far away.

Inside the medical tent, they were still busy, trying to stop the bleeding quickly and clean the wound.

Jiang Yunchu used a scalpel to clean the necrotic flesh before cleaning and disinfecting it. Even though he had used Ma Fei San, the instinctive pain in his body made him tremble with pain.

"The bleeding has been stopped."

"Thread number two, needle number three." Jiang Yunchu said as he stretched out his hand.

Kang Ziwei quickly handed the things over, with a white cloth in her hand, and kept wiping the blood.

Several lights were tied to the tent, but the dim light was still not bright enough.

Jiang Yunchu's hands were very fast and there was no pause when suturing.

"Clean the suture wound and apply hemostatic medicine." Jiang Yunchu made way and gave the main position to Kang Ziwei.

Kang Ziwei walked forward and began the final cleanup work.

Jiang Yunchu took out a porcelain bottle, which contained the anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs she had ground earlier. These drugs all contained antibiotic ingredients, and she had spent a lot of points to exchange them for them.

People of this era have never taken any antibiotics, so anti-inflammatory drugs are particularly effective on them.

"Two spoonfuls of anti-inflammatory powder, just feed it directly." Jiang Yunchu breathed a sigh of relief, untied the white cloth tied around his sleeves, then sat aside and drank a sip of water.

She is less involved in military camp affairs now, and several children seem to have disappeared, with no news for a long time.

"Yun Chu, how is he? Can he survive?" Jiang Fengsheng came over and saw the blood all over the bed, and asked worriedly.

Jiang Yunchu nodded. "Three days of critical period. If he can survive three days, he will survive."

"Okay." Jiang Fengsheng's eyes lit up, and then he said, "I'm afraid you'll be busy."

It was a very obscure sentence. Jiang Yunchu raised his head, glanced at his second aunt, and just nodded.

Both of them are smart people and they understand.

"you……"

Thinking of the Regent and the Royal Army, she opened her mouth several times, but swallowed it in the end. She didn't know how to open her mouth after all.

Does Yun Chu know?

What would happen if you knew?

"What?" Jiang Yunchu stopped sorting the medicine powder and looked at his second aunt beside him.

Jiang Fengsheng finally shook his head and said, "It's okay."

She left. At this time, she couldn't be selfish, because she was not only Yun Chu's second aunt, she was also the acting general of Jiang's army and the acting general of Daning. In front of state affairs, family affairs seemed insignificant.

finally……

She chose Daning.

On the third day, the Western Frontier Army outside no longer engaged in small-scale fighting. This time, catapults and ladders were pulled up and the city gates were firmly defended.

If an archer gets injured, he will be carried away quickly and a new person will take his place.

There were pools of blood all over the city wall.

"here."

"here."

"here."

The soldiers, with numb expressions, carried people into the medical tents one by one. Only Jiang Yunchu's tent was special. Only those who had been checked in all the medical tents and could not be treated would be carried to her tent. However, there was still a line outside her tent.

No matter how much preparation there is, war is so cruel that lives are lost one after another.

"Okay, carry it to tent number three."

"Yes." The people carrying the person quickly carried him into the big tent.

Tent No. 3 is for patients who just need ordinary stitches, while Tent No. 2 is for seriously ill patients, and Tent No. 1… is the tent where one could lose their life if they are not careful.

"Will my legs be gone?" The man was not very old, his body was covered in blood, except for his pair of eyes, which were so bright.

Jiang Yunchu first looked at his legs, which were pressed by a heavy object.

"Get some sleep." She handed him a bowl of medicine that made him unconscious instantly.

"Am I going to die?" The young man smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, but at the same time, tears fell from his eyes.

"No, you will live well, and even the King of Hell will not dare to take you." Jiang Yunchu answered him firmly.

"really?"

The man wiped his tears with his sleeve, then picked up the medicine and gulped it down.

Just as he put the bowl aside, he was still thinking, what is this medicine for? He fell asleep.

"Guard the tent well. If there is an emergency, send the patient to Doctor Ziwei." Jiang Yunchu said to the people guarding outside.

"Yes." The two men responded quickly.

Since the war broke out, Kang Ziwei has been running the medical staff alone. Although her medical skills have many shortcomings, they are much better than many doctors. It would be a waste if she were to be placed beside him as an assistant.

After Jiang Yunchu returned to the medical tent, she used her inner strength to repair his shattered bones. The ancient dark green ring on her hand kept flashing streams of light, but she, who was treating him the whole time, saw nothing.

Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she wiped them randomly. Her once stunning face was now covered with lines and sweat, and her original appearance could no longer be seen.

Afterwards, they began to treat his external injuries, fixed and bandaged him, and then “carried him to tent number one.”

As soon as one person is sent away, another one is brought in, seamlessly leaving her no time to breathe.

At the end of the day, perhaps because everyone was tired from fighting on the battlefield ahead or because they had fewer soldiers on hand, the line outside the medical tent was finally almost cleared out.

Except for those who died on the spot and those who were brought down later, the medical records did not record a single death.

"Dean." When Kang Ziwei saw Jiang Yunchu, her legs went limp and she sat down on the ground.

Persistence on this day is not only a persistence in medical skills, but also a persistence in physical strength.