Chapter 199 The Strange Signing in Progress 2
The general was walking in the military camp, looking at the soldiers around him. All of the soldiers were frozen in place with frozen expressions.
In this way, he slowly walked through the military camp where time had stopped. Every time he passed a soldier, he would whisper something. If you listened carefully, you would find that they were names one after another.
He knew everyone in the barracks and remembered everyone's name.
He walked slowly until he heard a loud noise. The noise was like a spell that swept away the stagnant air around him. He stopped and looked in the direction of the noise.
I saw several large pots set up in front of several military tents. Some soldiers, who were bandaged but still able to move, asked curiously and helped.
"Xiao Niu, how did you suddenly learn this method of steaming and disinfection?" A middle-aged veteran with an injured left hand obviously knew Li Xiaoniu.
"Uncle Zhuzi, I don't know why, these suddenly appeared in my head." Li Xiaoniu knocked his head, then put the relatively white salt into the pot according to a certain proportion.
"If this method really works, you will be blessed by the gods." Uncle Zhuzi helped add firewood with a smile.
"That's right, everyone else who can move, come and help roll up the tent of the wounded camp." After adding the salt, Li Xiaoniu told Zhuzi to boil the water and let it cool before using it. Then he stood up and directed others to clean up the wounded camp.
"Boy, why do you want to roll up the tent?" the Han general asked in a thunderous voice.
"The injured person needs to stay in a clean and ventilated place. The tent is airtight. Once you enter, the smell of blood will knock you down. How can you recover from your injuries?" Seeing that the big man was strong, Li Xiaoniu simply pulled him to help roll up the tent.
After a while, the tents of the eight wounded camps were all rolled up, and the cool wind blew into the tents, quickly taking away the unpleasant smell of blood. Both the injured soldiers and the military doctors inside felt a lot more comfortable.
"Hey, it looks like it's working!" The big Han general noticed the changes in the crowd in the tent with his sharp eyes, and couldn't help but wanted to reach out and pat Li Xiaoniu on the back, but was stopped by a hand that reached out from the side.
"Don't you know how strong you are? What if you accidentally hurt someone?" The pale-faced scholar gave the big Han general a cold look.
"Hehe, I'll pay attention next time, pay attention next time." The big Han general laughed embarrassedly.
"Next time, there will be another time. Forget it, I don't want to bother with you." The pale-faced scholar gently pulled Li Xiaoniu over and said, "Xiaoniu, what else can you do to save these wounded soldiers?"
After hearing this, Li Xiaoniu lowered his head and thought for a while, "There are still some, but they are probably not as powerful as the military doctors."
"After all, I only have some common medical knowledge in my head. More professional knowledge still needs to be provided by military doctors."
"The little guy is good." The pale-faced scholar's eyes flashed, and he reached out to touch Li Xiaoniu's head.
Li Xiaoniu seemed to be rarely praised, and the pale-faced scholar touched his head and praised him like this, which made him laugh like a fool.
"I'll go help again."
The pale-faced scholar and the Han general watched Li Xiaoniu like a lively little monkey, moving around in the wounded camp and helping the military doctors and medical boys treat the wounded.
Just as he said, he did not understand more professional medical knowledge. Under the professional military doctors, he only helped out and would never speak to interfere with the military doctors' diagnosis and treatment.
But when the medicine boy was helping to bandage the wounded, he insisted that the boy clean the dirt on the wound first, which slowed down the bandaging process.
At this time, the light salt water that was being boiled nearby had cooled down to a level ready for use with the help of everyone.
So, Li Xiaoniu asked the veteran soldier who was nimble and skillful to wash his hands, and then take chopsticks and cotton cloth that had been disinfected by boiling water to start cleaning the wounds of the wounded soldiers.
Simply cleaning a wound does not require any skills. You just need to rinse off the visible dirt on the wound. As for suturing and bandaging, they will be done by military doctors and pharmacists. In this way, the treatment that would have taken a long time becomes faster.
Not only did the military doctors and pharmacists feel relieved, but the wounded soldiers also felt less anxious about waiting for death when they saw their wounds being treated quickly.
Regardless of whether I can fight again, at least I am receiving treatment, the army has not given up on me, and I still have hope of survival.
The camp of wounded soldiers, which was originally filled with groans of pain, suddenly began to sing. It was a wounded soldier who hummed a folk song from his hometown to prevent himself from screaming in shame while being treated.
The singing seemed to be contagious, and one after another the wounded soldiers began to hum along.
Many of the soldiers here came from the same place. They obeyed the call of the court, left their homes and came to this remote place to fight to defend their country. It is impossible to say that they have no regrets at all.
However, they have already come here, and there is no other way except to win the war and return victorious.
Rough and pleasant singing voices floated in the wounded soldiers' camp. They carried the longing for family, the obsession with survival, and the yearning for the future. They penetrated the clouds and dissipated into the sky.
The young general watched the hustle and bustle in the wounded camp from afar. That was the change brought about by Li Xiaoniu. He did not go over, but just watched quietly.
The wounded camp and the camp here formed two extremes. One side was cheerful and lively and full of vitality, while the other side was silent and lifeless.
"Let's go, Xiaoniu, we should go and treat the general's wound." The white-faced scholar found Li Xiaoniu and asked him to take his things with him.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Li Xiaoniu said loudly, then turned to the wounded soldier and said, "Your injury is not serious. You will be well soon. Don't worry."
"I know, you should go quickly." The wounded soldier was just a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He was scratched on his leg, but his bones were not injured. He would definitely recover if he rested well.
After Li Xiaoniu gave his instructions, he followed the pale-faced scholar.
The young general saw Li Xiaoniu and the other two preparing to head towards the main military camp with their belongings, so he turned around and walked back. His speed seemed to be leisurely, but in fact, he was five meters away with just one step.
Wherever he passed, the soldiers who had been frozen in time came alive. When they saw Li Xiaoniu and the other two coming, they all greeted the white-faced scholar and the other two.
The young general walked back to the main tent and sat down, then he opened his shirt to reveal his injured chest. The scabbed wound reopened, returning to its original appearance.
The flesh turned upside down, but the blood stopped flowing.
"I almost forgot." The young general suddenly thought of something. He touched his chest with his hand and several silver needles appeared near the wound. This was the key to preventing the wound from bleeding.
"Military Advisor, Lieutenant General Han." There was a noise at the door.
The young general quickly snapped his fingers, and everyone in the main military tent came alive.
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