Fearing being killed for his overwhelming merits, the empress decided to marry him.

On the north bank of the Bian River, the Jin army camp.

After yesterday's battle, the Jin army suffered over a thousand casualties, and the wounded camp was filled with a somber and oppressive atmosphere.

"Uh-huh~"

A Jin soldier, scalded by hot liquid and covered in festering sores, emitting a foul stench and unrecognizable, was pinned down on a bed by several of his comrades.

No matter how much he groaned and roared, he couldn't stop a doctor with a saw from approaching and amputating his hand, which was covered in burn scars.

The toxins penetrated the skin and entered the body; the only way to save his life was amputation.

Around them, a dozen or so injured people, some missing limbs, others missing eyes or noses, watched all of this with numbness.

The Jin army lacked medical officers, who were extremely scarce.

Faced with the current large-scale handling of the wounded, military leaders at all levels are somewhat at a loss.

Fortunately, a legendary doctor was brought to the army today. He claimed to be the number one doctor in the former Great Xia Kingdom, who had freed tens of thousands of Qiang soldiers from the torment of illness. Now he called himself Wurenji, the "Saint of Western Liang".

"Dr. Wu, please come quickly and see what's wrong with my brother? He was fine yesterday, how come he suddenly has a fever now?"

"Don't rush, let me take a look first."

Urenji comforted the captain who had brought him there, then stepped forward, glanced at the Jin soldier lying on the sickbed, and placed his hand on the soldier's pulse.

“Your brother is in serious condition. This is a sign of demonic possession. He must be treated with my ancestral methods to save his life.”

"Dr. Wu, hurry up and get up there."

"Alright! Bring me my knife."

Urenji responded, then took the medical bag from the young apprentice and took out two rusty knives.

"Boil another pot of water!"

"it is good!"

The Jin army captain was concerned for his brothers' safety. Although he didn't understand why a knife was used to treat a fever, he didn't dare to question the doctor's decision and immediately ordered his subordinates to boil water.

"Miracle doctor, please take a look at my brother, he's dying."

Just as Urenji was brandishing the two rusty knives in his hands, intending to crack open the skull of the feverish wounded man, a Jin soldier came to him crying from the next sickbed.

Seeing that it would take some time for the water to boil, Urenji immediately went over to take a look.

Upon seeing this, Urenji immediately said, "His injury is urgent; we must cut off that piece of rotten flesh."

"Huh? They've all been removed?"

Upon glancing at the large wound on the wounded man's leg, the Jin soldier who had spoken became somewhat flustered.

"Cut them all off!"

Urenji nodded vigorously, giving him a profound and inscrutable expression.

“If we don’t cut it, it will just keep growing back after we cut it, until he is tortured to death by the high fever.”

"Then let's call it a day!"

"Alright, tie him up first. I, Wurenji, will personally take charge today."

Then, amidst a series of heart-wrenching wolf howls, Urenji began to slice off pieces of flesh from the wounded man's leg.

As he cut, he said, "Don't worry, with me, Wu Renji, here, there's no disease in the world that can't be cured. My reputation as the 'Holy Hand of Xiliang' is well-deserved."

"Any injury I treat will be cured completely without any lasting effects. Just bear with it a little longer..."

The wounded man, bleeding from all seven orifices, suddenly stood up and cursed loudly.

"Urenji, I curse your entire family for eighteen generations!"

"Damn it, you bastard! So damn rough, so damn rough!"

Before long, the shrill cries and curses stopped.

This unfortunate patient was literally killed on his hospital bed by Urenji's two tetanus knives.

Those wounded who witnessed this scene were all drenched in cold sweat, and their eyes were filled with fear and evasion as they looked at Urenji.

Urenji seemed oblivious. Seeing that the man had already died, he simply raised his hand and said, "Take him out and bury him. If he had called me a moment earlier, there might have been a chance to save him."

After saying that, he threw the rusty, blood-stained knife he had just used into the boiling water and washed the handle.

The Jin army captain's legs were trembling when he saw this.

The wounded soldiers, who had been half-dead, were shocked to find that their fever had miraculously subsided after witnessing Urenji's advanced medical skills that cured them instantly.

"Um, Dr. Wu, my fever has subsided now, so let's not treat it anymore."

"No, it has to be treated. Although your fever has subsided, the root cause is still there. I have to cut off the root cause to cure the disease completely."

As he spoke, he pulled out a palm-sized hand axe from his bag, its blade also covered in a thick layer of rust.

"Come on, let me cut off your roots."

"No, I don't want treatment."

Upon hearing this, the patient was so frightened that he quickly hid behind the captain.

Before the captain could say anything, Wu Renji said, "Are you doubting my medical skills? My Wu family has practiced medicine for generations, and our ancestors have been worshipped by the people for eight generations."

Seeing you all suffering, I specially traveled a long way to your army to relieve your pain and troubles, but I never expected to be treated like this. Since that's the case, then this illness is better left untreated!

After saying that, Urenji angrily flicked his sleeves, quickly packed his things, and turned to leave.

"Miracle doctor, please wait!"

The captain hurriedly called out to him.

"We apologize, Divine Doctor. We have failed to take good care of our warrior. Please forgive us and continue to treat him."

Regardless of what Urenji's expression was upon hearing this, at least the wounded soldiers in the camp all wanted to kill the captain.

Someone is already planning how to do something underhanded.

He wouldn't stop until he killed himself.

Upon hearing this, Wu Renji turned around and said, "Alright, since that's the case, I'll reluctantly treat him again. Lay him flat, and I'll bleed him a little first."

"Yes!"

The captain turned around and pressed the soldier down onto the bed.

"No~"

Amidst the agonizing screams like pigs being slaughtered, a joyful atmosphere permeated the wounded camp.

The injured patient eventually died from excessive blood loss after having 2,500 milliliters of blood drained from his body.

Before he died, he kept cursing Urenji's ancestors.

Urenji expressed his helplessness, saying that it was fate and had nothing to do with his ancestral medical skills.

After killing two people with his treatments, Urenji was still not satisfied. He rubbed two small knives together in his hands, glanced around, and asked, "Who wants to be treated next?"

"I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

I miss my mother!

"I should have just died on the battlefield."

The Jin soldiers in the upper camp went berserk. Whether they had the means or not, they scrambled to escape the camp, desperate to avoid being tortured to death like this...

Inside Wanyan Zongbi's main tent, several key generals sat facing each other, discussing their next strategy.

Wanyan Loushi said, "The casualties over the past two months have been reported. Since the start of the attack on Bianjing City,..."

"Our Great Jin has already lost the lives of three thousand warriors, and another five thousand men will likely never be able to serve in the army again."

The Jin dynasty had a small population, numbering only a little over three million over several centuries. This was far less than that of the Song dynasty, and even less than that of the Northern Yan.

The loss of 8,000 men in the first battle is a very high percentage.

However, considering the benefits gained from capturing Bianjing, the loss was still within an acceptable range.

Upon hearing Wanyan Loushi's report, Wanyan Zongbi smiled and comforted him, saying, "General Wanyan, there's no need to be sad. Casualties in siege battles have always been extremely heavy."

Not to mention, this is the capital city of the Song Dynasty, a strategically important location that has been cultivated for hundreds of years. If it were so easy to conquer, it would have been taken decades ago.

Wanyan Loushi sighed: "I am not heartbroken about the casualties, but the fact that Bianjing has been under siege for so long without being captured, coupled with the heavy casualties yesterday, I am afraid that the morale of the army is wavering."

Wanyan Zongbi chuckled: "Don't worry, in a few days, the gates of Bianjing will be opened for our Great Jin cavalry. That day won't be long."

Wanyan Loushi: "Could it be that the Fourth Prince has already devised a brilliant plan?"

Wanyan Zongbi smiled but did not answer him.

But those sinister and sharp eyes already told everyone that this matter would soon be successfully implemented.