Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

There is never a good atmosphere every time I meet Guo Zhou.

Yang Zhounan glanced at Xiao Yan, and seeing that he didn't answer, he took out some tea and brewed it.

"It's not appropriate to keep them locked up. Before we left, the Emperor issued an order not to kill those who surrendered, but if the old man insists on accusing them of treason, we won't be able to do anything."

"Our emperor wanted to be a good emperor who won the hearts of the people, but he couldn't stand the group of corrupt and treacherous people under him. Over time, things have changed. The emperors of the world are all one family, and they are all the same."

As for those soldiers.

Xiao Yan originally wanted to give a warning, kill a few leaders, and block the old guy.

"Lock it for two hours and then release it."

Yang Zhounan said, "They've so openly torn each other's ways. Aren't you afraid that old villain will do something shady behind your back? Especially his son, he's got a big tree to lean on for shade."

Xiao Yan opened his eyes upon hearing this, his brows filled with gloom.

"It makes no difference whether it's broken or not. That old bastard caused tens of thousands of soldiers to flee home. The Emperor has long since abandoned him like a piece of trash. He's now risen to power by relying on the Prince of Zhao. I wonder how long this gloating will last."

Yang Zhounan poured him tea.

"Although Prince Zhao was born out of wedlock, he is very wise and resourceful in both civil and military matters. He and the Crown Prince are the most outstanding of the four princes. If the Crown Prince had not been raised by the Queen, the position of Crown Prince today would have belonged to Prince Zhao."

"My mother is a powerful imperial concubine in the six palaces, and my grandfather is the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Metropolitan Censorate. I have to go there to save face."

He put the teapot on the table and said, "The explosion six years ago is still fresh and hot."

The explosion happened in March of the 18th year of the Shengzhi reign.

When Xiao's father was escorting the Di State Marshal back to the capital, he was suddenly attacked by an assassin and was ambushed by a fire thunder.

After the bombing, the prisoners disappeared, and Xiao Cong was forced to use a wheelchair for six years.

After a year, the mastermind behind the incident was not found, and the only survivor died in prison.

Xiao Yan has been secretly investigating over the years. He doesn't dare to say that he has complete evidence, but after 30% to 50% verification, he finds that Guo Zhou and his gang are involved.

Yang Zhounan mentioned it again, and Xiao Yan's hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped.

Watch quietly as the tea creates ripples in the cup and then slowly returns to calm.

Things are like tea. No matter how turbulent it is, it will eventually return to calm. He was silent for a while before speaking.

"No matter how evil the demons are, they will eventually see the light and perish."

In the Ningdong Army commander's tent, Guo Zhou walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, his eyes glaring. The eight bloody heads kept lingering in his mind.

It is a great shame and humiliation for a man who is nearly fifty years old to be bullied by a young boy.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He picked up a guest chair beside him and smashed it against the door of the tent. The chair broke into several pieces in an instant, scaring the guards on duty outside to retreat to both sides.

Just then, a young man wearing armor and carrying a sword walked in, glanced down at the mess on the ground, and stepped into the tent.

"Dad, why are you so angry?"

He is Guo Zhou's son, Guo Yuanqi.

Guo Zhou glanced at Guo Yuanqi and sighed angrily, "Xiao Yan killed several of my men."

"What?" Guo Yuanqi asked, "Why would he kill my father for no reason?"

Guo Zhou said, "My men were massacring the city, and he caught them red-handed. He wanted to take the opportunity to demonstrate against me."

"The emperor has ordered not to kill those who surrender, but..." Guo Yuanqi leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs.

"Why keep these untouchables alive? I think we should kill them all and eradicate them completely. That way we won't have to worry about them anymore. Why bother making a trip every three to five years, wasting time, effort, and money?"

"Xiao Yan controls the Dragon Imperial Army and is also a relative of the Emperor. We can't get any benefits from him. We can't use force against him. We have to use soft tactics."

Guo Zhou sighed, "You're right. We shouldn't get angry with this person. Also, be careful when you return to the capital. Don't let Xiao Yan get hold of anything."

Guo Yuanqi smiled crookedly, "Don't worry, Dad, I know what's going on."

The next day, before dawn, the army set out on the journey back to Beijing.

The battle was a victory, and the military report of the victory was sent to the capital two days in advance.

After several days of rapid marching, the wounded and soldiers became increasingly tired, and finally stopped at a place with its back to the mountains and facing the plains to set up camp and rest.

Tents stretched for miles, with military flags flying.

There were several large iron pots in the military doctor's tent, and two makeshift tables were filled with all kinds of medicinal materials for the wounded soldiers.

It would be fine if there were only a few of them, but it would be too much for just three military doctors to take care of hundreds of wounded soldiers in several battalions at the same time.

From cleaning and suturing to sorting herbs, boiling them, and distributing them, Lu Ziqing was so busy that he was dizzy.

At the moment, Su Chengfeng went to the wounded camp again, leaving him alone.

At this time, a soldier suddenly walked into the tent and said he wanted to help. Lu Ziqing sorted the herbs while turning his head to give instructions.

"Would you like to start a fire?"

"Yes!"

A moment later, the tent, which had just been cleaned and the stove cold, was now filled with the smell of smoke.

Dry branches mixed with some grass made crackling sounds under the orange flames.

The soldier skillfully sorted the herbs again, but his skill caught Lu Ziqing's attention.

"You know about herbs?"

"Well, my father is also a doctor, and I learned from him since I was a child." The soldier laughed.

There is a common custom among the people that if there is a craftsman in the family, the children will generally inherit the business, especially the sons.

This soldier did not inherit his father's craft, but came to the military camp. Could it be that all his relatives have passed away?

"Are you a doctor recruited from the public?" Lu Ziqing asked. "I've never seen you in the army."

"No." The soldier poured the divided herbs into the cauldron. "After my father died, I joined the army!"

Did you really guess it right?

Lu Ziqing coughed lightly and changed the subject, "What's your name?"

"My Lord, my name is Wu Ji."

Bukit? That's a rather impressive name.

Lu Ziqing looked at his back from the side. He was thin and small, not even as tall as his shoulders, but he had a handsome face.

"It's a good name, auspicious and healthy."

"Your Excellency, do you think my name doesn't match my appearance?"

"Uh..." Lu Ziqing was speechless for a moment.

Wu Ji stirred the pot with a big spatula, a smile in his eyes.

"When I was little, I was weak and had pale skin. My father said that as a man, I should be masculine, so he gave me this name. Every time someone asks me my name, I have to explain it to them."

With one more person to help, Lu Ziqing could spare some time to go to the wounded camp. He walked to the door and turned to look at Wu Ji again.

"By the way, I'm not an adult, just call me Army Doctor."

The camp for the wounded was not big, and each tent was packed with people. The seriously injured lay on simple wooden beds, while the lightly injured could only lie on the ground.

The air was not circulating, and the smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood, all kinds of complex smells mixed together.

Among them, most of the wounded soldiers had their wounds infected again due to the previous rapid march and the bumpy ride day and night, and they were wailing softly.

Su Chengfeng worked for nearly an hour, his lips were dry and stuck together, sweat from his forehead flowed down his cheeks, soaking his clothes.

While I was busy, I saw someone next to me handing me a kettle, and when I looked from the side, I saw it was Lu Ziqing.

"I'll be ready soon."

After bandaging the wounded soldier, he took the canteen and drank from it. After drinking the canteen of water, his sticky mouth instantly came alive and he spoke much more fluently.

"The minor injuries have been mostly dealt with, and the remaining serious ones need to be cleaned and sutured again."

"Well, let me do it." Lu Ziqing said,

Su Chengfeng wiped his face with his sleeve and then remembered something.

"Now that you're here, who's making the medicine over there?"

"There's a soldier who knows herbs and is helping."

Lu Ziqing walked up to a seriously injured soldier.

The wound was on his right arm, and a bloody cloth was tightly tied to the wound. He peeled off the cloth, revealing a six-inch long wound.

The previous sutures had broken, the skin and flesh were torn apart, the bones inside were vaguely visible, and blood was gushing out.

"Ah-"

The moment the salt water entered his skin and flesh, the soldier suddenly screamed, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his teeth clenched tightly.

Two soldiers held him down on the side, and Lu Ziqing sprinkled anesthetic powder on the wound.

After a while, the screams gradually turned into lighter groans.

At night, the road outside the tent was bustling with people burning braziers.

Yang Zhounan was lying on the grass with a millet cake in his mouth, most of his face submerged in shadows. He stared at the pitch-black sky with lifeless eyes and sighed.

"Eating this every day will make you become a monk."

After almost two months of marching, he only ate meat once at Chishuo's old camp, and that was not much.

It had been another seven or eight days since they had seen any meat, and everyone in the military camp was listless. He noticed that there was a forest in the distance behind them, and he thought there must be a lot of prey.

The next day, at dawn, Yang Zhounan got up, took a look around outside, and hurried into the general's tent.