Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

The tent for the wounded was not big, and the wooden beds were filled with wounded soldiers groaning in pain.

Lu Ziqing, Su Chengfeng, and two other veteran military doctors have been running around the tents since the end of the war.

Speaking of military doctors, they have always been a scarce resource in the military. Each army has only one doctor for about 18,000 people.

The Longyu Army sent out 50,000 troops this time, but there were only three military doctors, and the rest of the military doctors belonged to other border defense forces.

With hundreds of wounded soldiers, the three men had a heavy task.

Lu Ziqing and Su Chengfeng have been busy all the time and are extremely tired.

By the time we took a break, it was already pitch black outside, but with a few stars for company, the night didn't seem so bleak.

Back in the tent, Su Chengfeng fell onto the wooden bed like a dead dog.

"Boom-"

Some dust was shaken out from the thin mattress.

He opened his dead fish eyes, his gaze was dull, and he looked tired as if he had used up all the remaining energy of the rest of his life, and spoke in a dragging voice.

"Ziqing, I'm dying. Being a doctor is harder than being a gang leader. You have to carefully take care of the wounded day and night, and you can't just kill people. I feel a little sorry for you."

Lu Ziqing stretched his body, and his joints made a creaking sound.

"Doctors can alleviate the pain of the injured. You should be proud to be able to save people from danger."

He picked up the kettle on the small table, took a few big gulps, and his internal organs immediately came back to life. He handed it to Su Chengfeng.

"There are countless people in the world, and everyone has their own duties and missions. How can we talk about sympathy?"

Su Chengfeng took the kettle, half-propped himself up and took two sips.

"You talk about being selfless, but look at those two old guys next door. They've been nitpicking us ever since we joined the barracks. They either don't give us the right medicine or they don't treat our wounds properly. You've been practicing medicine for fourteen years, do you really need them to quibble over these common sense?"

He said as he simply sat up.

"Not only have we been humiliated for over a month, but the two old guys are also very cunning. They always use the excuse of going to the bathroom to make us do all the work while they themselves have some free time. They always act like they are imperial doctors in Beijing. It's clear that they look down on us."

"Okay, don't be angry." Lu Ziqing pulled the quilt over.

"Whether you're an imperial physician or a traveling doctor, your job is to heal and save lives. There's no difference. Don't worry about taking a quick break. You'll have to get up and change shifts in half an hour."

Just as he was about to lie down, the curtain was lifted and a soldier hurried in.

"Army doctor, Lieutenant General Yang wants you to go to the general's tent immediately."

Lu Ziqing has been in the army for more than a month. He usually hangs around the wounded camp and has never been to the general's tent. He feels a little restrained.

There was no one else in the tent except the sleeping person. For a moment, he didn't know who he was going to treat, so he stood beside the sand table and glanced around casually.

There was nothing special about the layout of the room, just some simple furniture, a marching sand table and a map.

Only two weapons on the weapon rack beside him caught his eye.

The whole body is silver-black in appearance. The short sword is estimated to be seven feet long, and the handle of the long sword is six feet long.

Speaking of weapons, although Lu Ziqing is just a small doctor, he has an indescribable fascination with weapons like thousands of other men in the world.

If you come across a good weapon, it would be worth just taking a look at it. Today is a rare opportunity.

"Is this the long sword the merchant mentioned?"

Lu Ziqing stepped forward, looked up, and sighed.

"It's more than half a body taller than me, and it even has a scabbard?"

There were some dried blood stains on it, and it looked heavy just by looking at it. It would require someone taller than him to wield it flexibly.

Lu Ziqing turned his head and glanced behind him. The man was leaning on the wolfskin chair with his head tilted, his big hand hanging on the armrest.

I couldn't help but whisper, "It's quite high."

He turned and walked over, the warm light cast a slanted shadow on his figure, covering the snacks on the table.

At this time, Lu Ziqing was only separated from the person in front of him by a table, and could see clearly.

Not only does this person sit taller than others, he also has a one-in-a-million good appearance.

His nose was straight, with a small mole on the side, his lips were of moderate thickness, and his prominent Adam's apple was half-hidden by his cloak.

Lu Ziqing raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded and said "hmm", thinking to himself.

"It's true that a good sword is matched with a hero. With such a tall and handsome appearance, I wonder how many women will be charmed by him."

After thinking about it, he came to his senses. Staring at someone like that was very offensive. He turned his face away, his eyes inadvertently falling on the man's arm.

"turn out to be……"

Lu Ziqing was afraid of waking people up, so he moved very gently. He was just treating the wound, so the noise wouldn't be that small.

Just as he held the man's hand, he picked up the scissors and prepared to take the next step.

Sudden.

"Snapped!"

"what!"

His wrist was suddenly pinned down on the table.

It was so fast that it took only a blink of an eye. I had no time to react and let out a muffled cry.

The snacks and medicine box fell to the ground with a clang, and the scissors made a shallow mark on the table.

The force is about 60% to 70% and even if it doesn't dislocate, it will hurt for a long time.

Xiao Yan suddenly woke up and thought it was an assassin, so he attacked without mercy. Fortunately, he had just woken up and his consciousness was relatively confused, so the strength was weakened.

Otherwise, Lu Ziqing's arm would be useless.

Xiao Yan had a cold expression on his face. He roughly pulled the person in front of him, and was greeted by a handsome and clean face.

"you……"

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his pupils suddenly shrank for a moment, as if he wanted to lock the person in front of him in this small space so that he could see him clearly.

Lu Ziqing was so shocked that his spine was chilled. He thought to himself, "It's over. I shouldn't have moved around so casually."

The man in front of him was breathing warm, slightly rapid breaths, and his ears began to warm up for some reason.

This feels...awkward and weird.

Lu Ziqing turned his face away and coughed lightly, "That..."

"Who are you?" Perhaps having regained his composure, Xiao Yan's expression softened. "What are you trying to do sneakily?"

Being so close to him, Lu Ziqing didn't dare to look at him. She could only lower her eyes and avoid his gaze. Her elbows were forced to rest on the table, and the edge of the table hurt her ribs. She squeezed out a sentence in pain.

"General, please let me go first."

As soon as these words were spoken, the big hand immediately loosened the collar of his clothes.

"Who...are you?"

Xiao Yan glanced at the scissors on the table, then looked at him again, his tone softening.

"What do you want to do in my tent?"

Lu Ziqing didn't care about the mess on the ground. He quickly straightened his collar, took a step back and bowed.

"I am the military doctor in the camp, here to treat the general's injuries. I have no intention of disturbing his rest. Please forgive me."

"Military doctor?" Xiao Yan seemed to have just noticed Lu Ziqing's clothes and asked suspiciously, "Am I injured?"

He seemed not to notice, and when he glanced down at his body, he saw a bleeding wound on his arm.

"Oh, then I'll have to trouble the military doctor."

Lu Ziqing carefully cut open his sleeve, revealing a two-inch long wound.

The edges of the flesh were swollen and turned outward, and along with the surrounding skin, they were stained dark red with blood.

The blood stains on the surface were quickly washed away, but the inside of the wound had to be anesthetic powdered before it could be cleaned. However...

Lu Ziqing wiped his hands and glanced at the ground.

"Please wait a moment, General. I'll go get the anesthetic powder. The one in the medicine box has been broken."

"No need." Xiao Yan didn't wait for him to turn around, looking at him and blurted out, "Military doctor, just wash it boldly. It's just a minor wound and no anesthesia is needed."

"This……"

"I told you, military doctors, just wash it boldly, it's okay."

Lu Ziqing hesitated for a moment, "...Well, it will be very painful when cleaning the wound, please be patient for a moment, General."

"it is good!"

Lu Ziqing took out a small silver clip from the medicine box, which still smelled of alcohol.

He held Xiao Yan's arm with one hand and inserted the clamp deep into the wound. Before the blood clot was clamped out, streams of blood oozed out from the bloody groove.

The wound is deep and long. It is impossible for anyone to not react if it happens to them. Can this person really not feel the pain?

Lu Ziqing subconsciously raised his eyes and met those deep eyes staring at him.

Apart from a slightly furrowed brow, no other expression could be seen.

Cleaning the wound without anesthesia was so painful that it penetrated into the bone marrow. He felt a sense of admiration and inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

Repeat the cleaning several times.

Xiao Yan silently tensed his muscles and unconsciously clenched his fists. Because he squeezed too hard, the skin at the end of his thumb turned white.

"It will be fine soon, just bear with it."

Lu Ziqing felt so much pain for him that he quickened his hands and soon cleaned, sutured and bandaged the wound.

In just the time it took for a stick of incense to form a small bead of sweat on his forehead.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired from the past month or because I'm worried about the injuries, but I just feel a little depressed right now.

Lu Ziqing leaned on the edge of the table, closed his eyes to calm himself, and gave instructions.

"General, the wound has been bandaged. Please be careful not to get wet or drink alcohol during this period. I will come back to change the bandage tomorrow."

Xiao Yan subconsciously stood up and gave him a slight helping hand, "Is the military doctor feeling unwell?"

"Thank you for your concern, General. I'm fine. I'll just go back and have some rest." Lu Ziqing put away the medicine box.

"General, if you have nothing else to say, I will take my leave."

"Military doctor, go and rest quickly."

Xiao Yan stood there with an unfathomable look on his face, watching the tall figure leave.

Just as he was about to sit down, the man came back and took out a small jade bottle from the medicine box and handed it to him.

"I almost forgot, this is the painkiller pill I prepared. If your wound hurts at night, take two.

"it is good!"

After Lu Ziqing left, Xiao Yan lowered his eyes to look at the jade-colored medicine bottle, then his gaze strayed to the bandaged wound, and he uttered a few unclear words.

The tone seemed to say, "Hurt? Really!"

The sky gradually turned gray, and cold wind blew in through the gaps in the tent.

Lu Ziqing frowned and trembled his lips, and opened his eyes in a daze. His eye circles were dark, his lips were pale, and his face looked haggard.

"Why did the weather suddenly change? It's so cold!"