Shen Zhaozhao did not participate in the discussion in the military tent.
She knew next to nothing about marching and fighting.
In a real war, injuries are inevitable, and treating the wounded is her battlefield.
“The Third Young Master’s wife is here.” In the military doctor’s tent, several military doctors turned around at the same time and looked at Shen Zhaozhao.
They were veteran military doctors in the Zhan family army. After the final defeat, they were scattered outside, making a living by working as traveling doctors or sitting in clinics.
As soon as the Zhan family called them back, they came back without saying a word.
At this moment, I am preparing some trauma medicines for immediate use in case Mingyou is in a hurry and delays the treatment.
"Madam San Shao, please take your time. We need to finish our work here first." The leading military doctor thought Shen Zhaozhao was just strolling around and didn't have time to greet her. He said a few words and turned around to weigh the herbs on the scale.
Shen Zhaozhao didn't disturb them, but just looked around.
All the medicinal materials are available, and even the stove for decocting the medicine has been set up.
"Everyone, would you mind taking the time to listen to my suggestion?" Shen Zhaozhao turned around and spoke.
Several military doctors were still busy with their work, but the old military doctor who was leading the team sighed, turned around, and bowed to Shen Zhaozhao:
"Madam San Shao, do you have any advice for me?"
Shen Zhaozhao could hear the helplessness in his tone.
He obviously didn't want to bother paying attention to her, but because she was Zhan Nanxing's wife, he still responded.
Shen Zhaozhao didn't mind.
People are indeed busy.
"Everyone, go and treat the wounded. There are people here to treat them. Is there an order?"
The old military doctor shook his head. "The sword has no eyes on the battlefield. The wounded come quickly, and human lives are valued. We treat them in the order of first come, first served."
A military doctor was busy crushing herbs while saying, "Yes, on the one hand we don't have time to sort the wounded, and on the other hand if we sort them, the ones who come later will be in front, and the ones who come earlier will be dissatisfied."
"After all, these are human lives."
"Madam Third Young Master, we are still busy here. Do you have anything else to say?" The old military doctor bowed.
The tone is respectful.
The meaning of seeing off guests is obvious.
Shen Zhaozhao really didn't plan to leave. "Yes, I still have something to say. Everyone, listen to me. Let's try it once. I will bring people to help you sort the wounded soldiers according to the severity of their injuries and treat them in order."
"This..." The old military doctor hesitated.
Shen Zhaozhao was the wife of the Third Young Master, and his refusal was an insult to the Third Young Master.
"Okay," the military doctor who was crushing the herbs agreed first, "Then I'll trouble Madam San Shao."
Shen Zhaozhao nodded, the old military doctor said goodbye, and turned and walked out of the military doctor's tent.
"Why did you agree to this?" The old military doctor was so anxious that his white beard was shaking. He turned around and pointed at his apprentice, "Why are you sorting them in order? What if the wounded soldiers start to make trouble?"
"Yes, Junior Brother, you are careless." Another military doctor also said, "Don't let the war in front of us start a commotion in the rear."
Several other military doctors also started talking at once.
It is obvious that their method has been used for so long without any problems.
Now, there is an additional task of sorting the wounded.
They are not optimistic.
"Besides, this battle involves not only our Zhan family army, but also people from the Mobei military camp."
"Although they also brought military doctors, when the wounded were brought in, how could they tell who was who?"
"If our Zhan Family Army can't cause trouble, there's no guarantee that the people from the Mobei Army will ask for first come, then leave."
"Hey... Madam San Shao is a woman, she shouldn't be like her two sisters-in-law, who are content to be good wives and helpers. Why did she have to come along?"
"Be careful with your words!" The old military doctor heard his disciples complaining excessively and immediately stopped them.
"Master, don't worry, fellow brothers," the military doctor who agreed with Shen Zhaozhao smiled, "Anyway, it was the Third Young Master's wife who came up with the idea. She brought people to sort the wounded soldiers, and it's none of our business."
He saw it clearly.
The one who made the suggestion was Shen Zhaozhao.
It was Shen Zhaozhao who was doing the work.
It doesn't bother them.
If something really happened, Shen Zhaozhao would be responsible.
The old military doctor shook his head and sighed, "Well, let's try it first. If it doesn't work, we can change it back and treat them in the order of first come first served."
Shen Zhaozhao walked out of the Zhan family military doctor's tent and went to the Mobei military doctor's tent and made the same suggestion again.
This time, the other side's military doctor actually smiled.
"Miss Shen is worthy of being called brother and sister by our generals. Even the requirements for our military medical battalion are the same."
"Our Mobei Army uses this classification based on the severity of injuries during their training."
Shen Zhaozhao raised his eyebrows. Guan Le, this rough guy, has such a meticulous side!
"Since everyone is already familiar with this method of sorting and triage, I feel relieved." Shen Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief.
In this way, when the war breaks out, she only needs to take care of the treatment in the Zhan family military doctor's tent, and she doesn't need to pay too much attention to the Mobei Army.
"Miss Shen, take care." The military doctor escorted Shen Zhaozhao out of the tent.
Shen Zhaozhao paused and thought for a moment, "If there are serious injuries and they have been classified as wounded soldiers who cannot be treated, send them to the Zhan family camp and I will classify them further."
She had an operating room and was able to save some lives.
"Yes." The military doctor nodded in agreement.
Shen Zhaozhao walked through two military doctors' tents and finally returned to his own tent, where he simply washed up and lay down.
I was half asleep when I felt someone lying down next to me.
Shen Zhaozhao closed his eyes, turned over, and rolled skillfully into Zhan Nanxing's arms, raised his face, and rubbed his Adam's apple with the tip of his nose.
Zhan Nanxing's eyes darkened slightly.
"Zhao Zhao, don't mess around."
He spoke softly and exerted a little strength to hold her in his arms, preventing her from moving. He rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes.
"Zhao Zhao, when Mingxu City is breached, I will lead some people to rush into the city in the chaos."
"Yeah." Shen Zhaozhao snorted. They could discuss the siege themselves, and she said she understood.
"I will go to Beijing first, and you will follow the army." Zhan Nanxing said in a low voice.
Shen Zhaozhao opened her eyes and looked up at him. Seeing that Zhan Nanxing was seriously informing her, she let out a breath.
"So if all goes well, we'll see you in a few days."
"Yeah." Zhan Nanxing responded softly.
Gyeonggi is the last line of defense for the capital. They discussed that every siege would consume soldiers, and it would be best if they could save the siege of the capital.
In order to avoid the risk of being strangled between the capital and the imperial city due to lack of strength after attacking the capital.
Therefore, someone had to take some people into the capital as soon as the capital was captured, before the battle report was sent to the imperial city.
When the army reaches the capital, it will be time for internal and external cooperation.
The danger facing this team is enormous.
He volunteered.
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