276 I was speechless after checking

Master Sun Sicheng and his disciples were exhausted in the days that followed.

Ping An has no idea how many surgeries he has performed in the more than one month since he came here. Basically, all the difficult ones were performed by him. Sometimes, he could fall asleep immediately after lying on the kang.

Sun Sicheng can now use the knife without distraction, but he still dares not take action as his internal organs are too severely injured. Ping An can take over this task. Other aspects such as acupuncture, prescribing medicine and taking pulses are his strengths.

Guan Ping has become more energetic since Sun Sicheng and Ping An came. Not to mention that the master and disciple brought a small group of military doctors, the death rate of wounded soldiers has dropped to the lowest level in history in recent days.

Experienced veterans are so important to war. The alcohol two years ago was also invented by this master and apprentice, and the effect was unexpectedly good. Before, those who were more seriously injured depended on fate, but now with alcohol and this master and apprentice, more than 80% of them can survive.

What is the concept?

As there were more doctors coming from other places, he asked Sun Hongyu to arrange those who were bold and had good medical skills in batches to work next to Sun Sicheng and his disciples. They did not ask for detailed teaching. Performing operations one after another was the best way to learn.

I didn't expect Ping'an to be so good at healing injuries, even surpassing his master in some aspects.

This can only be attributed to genius and dexterity.

Everyone knows that studying medicine is harder than anything else. Even if a twelve-year-old child starts studying medicine right from birth, it will only take twelve years. Besides, how can there be someone who can learn anything right from birth?

Later, he heard Sun Sicheng say that his apprentice had a photographic memory and could even read ten lines at a glance. He was speechless. He could only say that his brain was too limited and he could not imagine how powerful people who were too smart could be.

On August 25th, Ping An celebrated his twelfth birthday.

Originally, Master and Uncle Ming and the others were going to celebrate by themselves, just cooking a few more dishes. But who knew that in the evening, Director Guan and several others from the Military Medical Department would come over with their own dishes.

Director Guan took out two things from his arms and said, "Ping An, these are specially sent by the general. They are a dagger and a short knife. They are for you to use for self-defense. But I have to tell you first, these two things are sharp. Don't unsheathe them easily. Don't hurt yourself."

He gently pulled out the dagger, and the cold light dazzled Ping'an's eyes. What a good thing, a really good thing.

Director Guan glanced at the child's raised lips and knew that he liked it.

He sheathed the dagger again. "Safe, they are yours now. Go ahead."

Ping An took it with both hands: "Thank you, General, thank you, sir."

Guan Ping took another leather bag from the guard and pulled out a fine crossbow from it: "Ping An, based on your drawing, we finally made it. It's half the size of your original one, but its lethality is no less. I'll give you a crossbow and ten arrows first, and I'll give you the rest within six months."

Ping An grinned and said, "Thank you, sir. I'll keep it."

This kind of crossbow is not the smallest and cannot be used as an arm crossbow, but it can be put into the arms. It is small in size and does not take up space, making it more suitable for going out.

On the fifth day of their arrival, Guan Ping accidentally discovered Ping'an's crossbow and was particularly interested in it. Ping'an knew that the military camp had its own weapons processing workshop, so he took the opportunity to shamelessly ask for twenty sets.

After the birthday party, Sun Sicheng quietly told Ping An that they had found the entrance to the Great Zhou territory, which turned out to be another tunnel entrance. Seven or eight exits have been checked so far, and some exits are actually a mile away from the border line.

This is very speechless and hard to guard against.

There are tunnel warfare, but it is very rare for people to smuggle between two countries through such tunnels. It is just like digging rats, which is annoying.

The master told him that this war was different from all the previous years. In the past, they all fought with real guns and swords, but this time there were tunnels like this. Some foreigners actually sneaked into a point in the military medical department and prepared to poison. Fortunately, they were discovered, but several soldiers of the Great Zhou were also killed or injured.

For some reason, Ping An was worried about his master first. It was because his master was too famous. Although he was also famous, he was just a child after all, so he was different.

But then I thought, Uncle Ming is basically always by my master's side, and he never leaves the Military Medical Office. Uncle He will lead people to do the things outside, and the letter will be given directly to Director Guan, so he will have his own way to take the letter away.

Even he himself, who had been here for more than a month, had never thought of leaving the military medical office. What would he do outside? The nearest market was five miles away, and there was nothing to sell at the market now, not to mention that there were few agricultural products.

The border town has only had no shortage of water for this month, and the crops that can be grown have just been planted. Besides, except for the military households who cannot leave, most of the others who can leave and have somewhere to go have already left.

Thinking in this way, Ping An felt relieved.

*

In the pharmacy.

Mei Niang missed her son so much that she cried. Her son had grown up and celebrated his birthday with her every year, but now he had gone to a distant border town.

This was something that the three strongest men accidentally let slip, and it made her heart ache as if it was torn apart. Her young son actually went to the battlefield, and the place he got in return was given to someone else.

Wan Changsheng was helpless. After his wife found out about this, she hadn't spoken to him for three days.

What could he do? He didn't want his son to go, but he couldn't stop him. The eldest son wanted to go, and Ping An wanted to go to save people himself.

He also thought of the wounded soldiers at that time, and thought that if the eldest son took Ping An with him, he would be able to save more people.

But how could he tell such things to his wife? He was afraid that she would no longer want to talk to him after that. Besides, the conscription quota that Ping An got would also go to his eldest brother.

In mid-September, Sun Yat-sen received letters from the eldest son and Ping An. He read the eldest son's thick letter first. It told him about what happened on the way and his current daily life. Finally, he told him that after he finished his exams, if he wanted to go to Beijing to take the exam next year, he should go as soon as possible. If Siyuan had not left, they should go with him as much as possible.

At the end of the letter, he was asked to discuss with Wan Changsheng that if there was any chaos in the city, they should immediately move into the valley and stay temporarily. Safety was the most important thing, and it would also avoid worries.

Sun Yat-sen let out a long sigh. It’s good to be at home for a thousand days, but everything is difficult when you go out.

What the eldest son said in the letter was ordinary, but he could immediately imagine the danger at that time.

After opening Ping An's letter, which was also a thick stack, Sun Yat-sen's eyes soon became red.

Ping An's letter was written in a light-hearted tone from beginning to end. He recorded in poetic form every little thing that happened along the way, even as small as playing with Erqiang. The only thing he did not tell him about the danger was the one thing he did not do.

Ten poems, ten policy essays, and beautiful regular script all made Sun Yat-sen feel sad. A child like this, with a talent that is hard to come by in many years, should study hard in the academy every day and strive to get the top six honors in the imperial examination.

But now that the smoke of war is everywhere, it is not wrong for the eldest son to take him to the border. Master and disciple working together can save many more people, and those are lives.

Sun Yat-sen put away the letter and told himself that Ping'an was still young, only twelve years old, and there would be plenty of time for him to study and take imperial examinations in the future.

There's no rush.

He hurried towards Baicaotang with the letter that Ping An sent home.