In Anping County, an exceptionally well-organized camp for the wounded and sick rose from the ground.
Mu Zian selected more than ten barefoot doctors from the common people to form a health department.
The strong liquor brought from the capital is finally putting to good use.
All cloth strips and bandages used for injuries and illnesses must first be rinsed with hot water.
The wounds of the injured must also be disinfected with strong liquor.
There is only one main reason for doing this: to kill germs.
In reality, only one or two out of ten people actually died in ancient wars.
Deaths in wounded soldiers' camps accounted for up to 80% of all casualties in a war. The reason for such a high casualty rate was largely due to the harsh conditions in wounded soldiers' camps on ancient battlefields.
The methods of treating the wounded were extremely brutal; chopping off hands and feet was commonplace. Whether a soldier could survive after entering the wounded camp was entirely up to fate.
The wounded soldiers' camp in Anping County not only had well-organized land but also excellent ventilation.
Along the way, you can see many women in white long shirts diligently applying medicine and changing bandages for the wounded.
These wounded soldiers did not look lifeless; on the contrary, they were all in high spirits.
Anyone who sees it will praise it, saying, "What a thriving scene!"
Just then, a scream as agonizing as a pig being slaughtered rang out.
However, the injured and nurses present were already used to it.
Inside a large tent in the wounded soldiers' camp.
Several doctors from the wounded soldiers' camp gathered together, carefully observing the wounded soldiers and constantly taking notes.
In the center, a burly man is face down, naked, and tied to the bed.
The screams came from the man's mouth.
Beside the man, Mu Zian was carefully stitching up his wounds with one hand and the other.
Jia Xu, watching from the side, couldn't help but cover his eyes.
To be honest, this scene was indeed too shocking for people in ancient times.
After all, who would have thought that the skin on this body could be sewn up like clothes?
Another fifteen minutes passed, and this man, who was as tough as iron, finally fainted from the pain.
Mu Zian skillfully tied a pretty bow with the needle and thread, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, have you seen it all clearly now and learned it?"
Upon hearing this, the doctors quickly closed their books, clasped their hands in a fist salute, and said...
"Thank you for enlightening us, Duke Zhenguo. It is truly a blessing that you have taught us such a wonderful skill."
Mu Zian said softly upon hearing this.
"Medicine is not my forte. I have only given you a starting point. How to treat the wounded is up to you to figure out. Remember, all items used on injuries must be disinfected first, understand?"
Upon hearing this, the doctors nodded hurriedly and then left the tent, carrying the unconscious man out with them.
Seeing this, Jia Xu stepped forward and said.
"I never expected that you, young master, would even have some knowledge of medicine."
Mu Zian smiled and waved his hand.
"I've only heard a little about it."
Indeed, Mu Zi'an only had a rudimentary understanding of suture techniques, but he couldn't just leave so many seriously injured people unattended.
We had no choice but to try anything, but fortunately, this group of soldiers were all elite troops.
Each one of them had an incredibly tenacious will to live; after simple suturing, many of the seriously injured actually survived.
Having avoided being branded as a human skin tailor, Mu Zi'an's prestige in the military has now reached its peak.
After all, injuries that would have been fatal in the past could actually be saved by Mu Zi'an.
It goes without saying how important this is to those who live on the edge of a knife every day.
To be honest, Mu Zi'an brought him far too many surprises.
For Jia Xu, this was the kind of lord he had always dreamed of serving.
Just as the two were chatting, a scout suddenly rushed over.
"Reporting to the Duke of Zhenguo! A group of powerful and influential people have arrived outside Anping County. They claim that all the fields outside the city belong to them and are now driving away the people working in the fields."
The smile on Mu Zian's face vanished instantly, replaced by a sinister chill.
"Very well, they abandoned the city and fled, and now they even have the nerve to come back! Sir, come with me to meet these people."
"I will obey."
"Prepare the horses!"
A moment later, Mu Zian and Jia Xu rode their horses to the fields.
At this moment, the once peaceful and tranquil fields were thrown into chaos.
Twenty or thirty people dressed in gray clothes were driving away farmers who were working in the fields, holding wooden sticks.
"Get out! You unruly people! Do you even know whose land this is?"
"You dare to farm the land owned by Master Wang? Are you all out of your minds?!"
A servant with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes rained down on an old man with a full head of white hair, wielding a short stick.
The old man lay on the ground, his body curled up, clutching his head tightly, but he showed no intention of leaving.
"This land was allocated to me by the Duke of Zhenguo! I'm not leaving!"
The wicked servant sneered upon hearing this.
"What Duke of Zhenguo? In Anping County, there's only my Master Wang. What can a mere Duke of Zhenguo do, even if the current emperor himself came!"
"You blind fool, today I'll show you why flowers are so red!"
As he spoke, the wicked servant's face hardened, and he raised the short stick in his hand and struck the old man on the head.
The onlookers were so shocked by what they saw that they covered their eyes.
Just then, a whooshing sound of wind rang out.
The next moment, an arrow pierced the chest of the wicked servant, and with its remaining force, it flew dozens of meters away, pinning him firmly to a dead tree.
The wicked servants who had been humiliating the people stopped what they were doing and stared in disbelief at the nailed corpse.
The surrounding people looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mu Zian standing proudly on horseback, the bowstring in his hand still humming.
"The Duke of Zhenguo! The Duke of Zhenguo has arrived!"
All the people cheered with joy.
Just then, a beautifully decorated carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the field.
Then a thin old man wearing a blue official robe with a quail embroidered on his chest stepped out of the carriage.
Seeing that his servant had been shot dead on the spot, the old man immediately berated Mu Zi'an.
"How dare you kill someone in broad daylight! Do you intend to disregard the laws of my Great Li?"
Mu Zian looked down from his horse.
"Are you the owner of these fields?"
Upon hearing this, the thin old man proudly stroked his goatee and smiled.
"Of course! I am Wang Yin, the county magistrate of Anping County. All the fields within a hundred miles belong to me. Who are you to dare to illegally divide my land and even shoot my servant? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will definitely take this to the prefect!"
Mu Zian laughed out of anger, and at the same time, the system's voice sounded in his mind.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have triggered a choice!"
"Option 1: Return the land according to the law, reward: 100 catties of superior iron ingots."
"Option 2: Defend the interests of the people and refuse to return it. Reward: Jumping ability increased tenfold."
"Please make a decision, host!"
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