On the city wall of the main camp, a battle had just ended. Corpses lay on the ground, arrows piercing through the soldiers' armor and tearing through their flesh. Blood gushed out like a stream, flowing onto the stone slabs of the city wall.

This is what Lu Qiqi saw when she ran up the city wall.

She arrived rather late; as soon as she climbed the city wall, she saw doctors dressed in plain clothes already bandaging the wounds of the injured soldiers.

"Ahhh~"

A painful howl caught Lu Qiqi's attention.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see Ren Yuan and Doctor Zhao squatting on the ground, treating a soldier's wounds in the firelight.

Those painful cries came from the soldiers lying on the ground.

As Lu Qiqi approached carrying her medicine box, Nineteen followed closely behind, still remembering to secretly instruct Ten on the task of protecting Lu Qiqi.

"The arrow is too deep and close to the heart; it cannot be pulled out forcefully."

"First, stop the bleeding, then see if there's any way to remove it. As long as he's still alive, we can't just ignore him."

Ren Yuan witnessed his colleague being beheaded today, and what's more, the executioner was his father. He tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

Immediately afterwards, bugles sounded and drums beat. The soldiers in the camp were ready to fight and could not sleep peacefully. They were ready to rush to the city wall at any time to treat the wounded.

It is now the hour of You (5-7 PM), and dawn will break in another hour.

Ren Yuan's eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, but his hands did not slow down at all. He took a piece of hemp cloth folded into a square and pressed it around the arrow to reduce the risk of the wounded soldiers bleeding to death.

As Ren Yuan and Doctor Zhao worked together, a dark shadow loomed over their heads.

The two turned around one after the other and saw Lu Qiqi's pretty face.

Doctor Zhao was the first to react. He stood up and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, Ren Yuan and I cannot guarantee that the arrow in the wounded soldier can be safely removed. Do you have a way to remove it?"

Lu Qiqi glanced down at the pale-faced, chapped, and peeling wounded soldier and said calmly, "Let me see."

After saying that, Ren Yuan consciously gave up his position, but his hand, which was pressing on the wounded soldier's wound, did not move at all.

Lu Qiqi crouched down, following the light, and let the firelight shine on the wounded soldier. She gently parted a bit of the burlap pressing on the wound to check the condition of the arrow wound.

The arrow pierced through his dark skin, the arrowhead sinking into his chest, leaving only the long, straight shaft protruding.

Blood continued to gush up. After Lu Qiqi finished checking the situation, Ren Yuan continued to press hard on the wound with his hand.

Lu Qiqi turned to look at Nineteen, "Go and pick up an arrow."

There are many types of arrowheads, each with its own characteristics. To remove the arrowhead with minimal damage, one must know what the arrowhead embedded in the chest looks like.

Nineteen obediently did as she was told and quickly picked up an arrow that had fallen onto the city wall.

Offering it with both hands, "Lord of the Village."

Lu Qiqi took the arrow and examined the arrowhead.

The arrows the Tatars used this time were actually double-winged leaf arrows!

As the name suggests, it has two wings. The arrowhead is shaped like two wings, and these two wings are sharp barbs.

To remove it, brute force alone is not enough; a piece of flesh must be cut out before it can be taken out.

The wound was extremely deep and close to the heart, which explains why Ren Yuan and Doctor Zhao were at a loss for what to do.

Lu Qiqi said, "We can't take it out right away. You all go and treat the other wounded soldiers first. I'll handle things here."

Doctor Zhao hesitated for a moment, then said, "Removing an arrow requires extremely strong wrist strength; otherwise, the wounded soldier may not be able to withstand the second attempt to remove it."

“I know something,” Lu Qiqi said, bowing her head to take the burlap that Ren Yuan had pressed down.

Upon hearing this, Doctor Zhao said no more. Although the battle ended quickly tonight, the extent of the soldiers' injuries was still unclear, and they had to race against time.

Ren Yuan loosened the burlap, covered his medical kit with his right hand, then slung the kit over his shoulder and walked toward the other wounded soldiers.

After the two left, Lu Qiqi's only helper was Nineteen, who was even younger than her.

However, she didn't expect Nineteen to be of much help, because she couldn't guarantee whether the soldier's life could be saved.

After all, he had lost too much blood and was seriously injured, so the only option now was to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

She first gave the wounded soldier a heart-saving pill, and then had Nineteen cut the arrow shafts and remove the wounded soldier's armor.

The reason she didn't ask Ren Yuan and Doctor Zhao for help was that she never intended to remove the arrow; instead, she wanted to have the arrowhead removed by surgery.

The barbs on the double-winged arrow are terrifying; attempting to remove it by force would be far more painful than having the arrow shot directly into the body.

In other words, even if such arrows cannot kill the enemy on the spot, they can torture the person to death while retrieving the arrow.

Moreover, medical technology was limited in that era. If a patient had a persistent high fever, even if the arrowhead was removed, death would be inevitable.

As Lu Qiqi analyzed the situation, her hands continued to work.

Wearing gloves, she first cut open the wounded soldier's clothes, then applied anesthetic around the wound. After a few simple gestures, the anesthetic took effect.

She then used a carving knife to cut open her chest along the arrow's hilt.

The carving knife was sharp, and it quickly made a cut wherever it went, from which blood-red liquid flowed out.

Lu Qiqi said calmly, "Nineteen, wipe the blood off."

Nineteen remained relatively calm, carefully wiping away the bloodstains with a burlap sack. Lu Qiqi's attention was entirely focused on the tip of the knife. After several attempts, the blood-stained arrowhead clattered to the ground.

The difficult task has been solved. Disinfecting with alcohol, stitching up the wound, and then applying white anti-inflammatory spray will be a piece of cake.

With the help of 19, the bandages were quickly wrapped around the wounded soldier.

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