With the support of Imperial Physician Ren, Lu Qiqi opened a medical school in the camp, which also received a positive response from the doctors.

As a result, the physicians guarding the East and West Gates submitted their requests for transfers, keeping Imperial Physician Ren quite busy.

In the end, it was Lu Qiqi who proposed a teaching plan of learning in batches, which calmed down the doctors' radical ideas about pursuing knowledge.

This first batch naturally consisted of the healers treating the wounded soldiers in the main camp, which also had the most healers among the wounded soldiers.

The time allotted for teaching and instruction is naturally less than that for students in a classroom.

Most of them teach during their spare time or by setting aside 15 minutes at noon each day.

Apart from Doctor Gao, who was at odds with Lu Qiqi and did not enter the camp to study medicine, the other doctors were very enthusiastic about learning.

In particular, Dr. Huang and Dr. Zhao did not care at all about Lu Qiqi's shyness due to her young age, and addressed her as "Teacher" in class.

Lu Qiqi was quite pleased with this.

Lu Qiqi's teaching method doesn't involve writing on the blackboard; instead, she uses wounded soldiers of different injuries for clinical teaching.

Only a dozen or so people can watch a single lesson; more than that would prevent them from seeing the lesson and disrupt the teaching order.

Doctors who did not participate in the observation do not need to worry. Each person will be given a project list, and she will adjust her teaching according to the list.

Lu Qiqi implemented this timetable plan for four days before it changed.

A battle took place at Ximen yesterday evening, resulting in a significant number of injuries.

There has always been a shortage of doctors in the Ximen area, so the main camp sent many doctors to provide support.

When Lu Qiqi and the other doctors arrived, a centurion was seriously injured, with his palms rotting badly.

Although she received timely treatment, she lost the use of one hand.

That night, the centurion developed a high fever that wouldn't subside. Fortunately, Lu Qiqi provided timely acupuncture and physical cooling. Even though the centurion was unconscious, she had someone forcefully administer the medicine.

Lu Qiqi worked through the night and only caught a breather at Chenshi (7-9 AM).

Remembering the centurion whose leg she had amputated herself the night before, she walked straight to a tent.

"Greetings, Lord of the Village."

The guards stationed at the centurion's tent greeted the village chief, Kang Le, who was carrying a medicine chest, with respect.

Lu Qiqi stared intently at the closed tent and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, Lu Qiqi took a step forward, lifted the curtain of the centurion's tent, and went straight inside.

The tent was stuffy and hot, and the smell of blood, amplified by the high temperature, was most stimulating to the sense of smell.

"Greetings, Lord of the Village."

The guard was carrying a basin of water and was about to go out to pour it out when he saw the figure of the Kang Le Township Lord. He was startled and almost spilled the water in the basin.

"How is the centurion?"

The guard recalled the doctor's words and repeated them verbatim, "Reporting to the village lord."

By daybreak, the centurion's fever had subsided.

The doctor said the high fever has subsided, and if it doesn't return in the next two days, his life will be saved.

Lu Qiqi naturally knew that if the centurion's fever subsided, he would definitely be able to save his life, but even if he did have a high fever, it was not impossible to save him.

She stepped forward to take the centurion's pulse and, after checking his condition, found it wasn't too bad. She then said to the guard, "If the centurion's high fever persists, go to the wounded soldiers' camp to find me. Don't worry about the time."

The implication was that they could come to treat him anytime, anywhere. Upon hearing this, the guard suddenly looked up, somewhat surprised by what he had just said.

He glanced at Lu Qiqi, then suddenly realized he had overstepped his bounds, quickly lowered his head, and mumbled, "Yes."

Before leaving the camp, Lu Qiqi gave an anti-inflammatory pill and asked the guard to feed it to the centurion.

Lu Qiqi's eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night treating the wounded soldiers.

She didn't have her own tent at the West Gate, so she could only go to Song Yanqing's tent and find a corner to rest for a while.

She was physically exhausted, but she couldn't fall asleep and even felt an unbearable tightness in her chest.

All I could think about was the scene from last night, when she quickly amputated her limb and blood flowed freely.

The centurion was in bad shape; the area below his right elbow was completely charred black, and even his hand below the wrist bone was gone.

The only way to save your life is to abandon everything from the elbow down.

This battle made her realize once again that the battlefield is like a graveyard; once you fall to the ground, there is no chance of survival.

Even though she couldn't sleep, Lu Qiqi forced herself to fall asleep.

Finally, out of desperation, I took a small sip of the diluted hallucinogenic drug, just enough to slightly moisten my lips, before I could finally fall asleep peacefully.

When she opened her eyes again, a beam of light shone so brightly that it hurt her eyes, and she uncomfortablely raised her right hand to shield her eyes from the light.

"You can go down now."

"yes!"

Hearing the noise, Lu Qiqi slowly got up from the corner and met Song Yanqing's eyes.

Are you alright?

Why are you huddled in the corner?

The two spoke at the same time, then waited in unison for the other to speak. Song Yanqing broke the silence first, "I did not participate in this battle; the Tatars had already withdrawn when I received the news."

As Lu Qiqi spoke, she got up and casually dusted herself off.

"I was so tired and covered in blood that I took a short nap in the tent."

You just said the Tatars withdrew quickly. Didn't they try this tactic of timely retreat once at the East Gate? And now, only a few days later, they've come back again?

Song Yanqing pursed her lips and remained silent.

Lu Qiqi looked at him for a moment, then suddenly realized that since she had no official rank and was just a woman, it would be biased for her to discuss military secrets based solely on their acquaintance.

He explained, "I didn't intend to investigate military secrets; I just didn't understand the Tatars' actions, which is why I asked."

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