"Be careful, there's still room here."
Wang Yi tied a white cloth on his head to mourn the soldiers who died in the fight against the bandits, and also to clearly indicate his identity as a doctor.
Ping Shizhi was also invited, along with Zhao Wu, the blacksmith from Qingdong City.
He was still working hard to practice his carpentry skills, trying to recall everything and then teach them to Wang Yi.
Who would have thought that the next day I would hear that the military camp outside the city was attacked by bandits. I happened to meet Ping Shizhi transporting medical supplies outside the city, so I followed the car here.
After arriving here, he felt at ease the first time he saw Wang Yi.
I hope she's okay.
But upon closer inspection, one could see that Wang Yi's lips were pale, he was wearing a white cloth on his head, his body was covered in blood, and he looked extremely tired, probably having not slept a wink all night.
There were two fires burning beside the stream, one was the fire of bandits, the other was the fire of dead soldiers.
Conditions were currently inconvenient, and to prevent the dead bodies from spreading the plague, they had no choice but to do so. However, they also preserved the deceased's clothing and headgear, and set up a cenotaph ten miles from the camp.
Wang Yi's eyes were red as he forced himself to change the medicine for a soldier, then instructed:
"Use the barracks where the prince lives as a ward. It doesn't matter. Your prince won't be back in the capital for at least a month. Why bother with him?"
"With so many people here, are they just going to die of illness if they don't get enough rest?"
"Hurry up and boil some water to sterilize the clothes!"
Centurion Lin Sheng, with a red nose, settled the last wave of wounded soldiers and said to Wang Yi:
"Sister Yi, the rest of the soldiers were all injured, with over a hundred seriously injured, but they all survived."
Sister Yi, this is the new name Wang Yi asked them to call her.
In this day and age, ordinary women do not have formal names. They are only addressed as Mrs. So-and-so to the outside world, and only have nicknames in their boudoirs and with their family members.
Wang Yi didn't want to be called Li Wangshi or Wangshi anymore.
She was not Li Wangshi, she only liked to be called by her name. This time, she simply announced it all at once, telling everyone openly that her name was "Wang Yi". They could call her Sister Yi or Sister Wang, but they could no longer call her Li Wangshi.
You can even call her Aunt Wang, it sounds similar anyway.
But she glares at anyone who calls her aunt.
"It's good that they survived. However, twelve people died. They were all children."
For Wang Yi, it was really not worth it that a strong teenager in his prime lost his life in an attack by a group of bandits.
"Only twelve people were sacrificed?" Ping Shizhi suddenly replied, causing Wang Yi to roll his eyes.
"No, I mean, are the seriously injured patients still there?"
Ping Shizhi had witnessed many disturbances in Yunze Country in Qingdong City over the years and had also participated in large-scale rescue operations.
Anyone injured in a cold-blade fight who develops a high fever is basically dead. Even if they don't die at the hands of the enemy, they will die from the subsequent inflammation.
Ping Shizhi didn't understand that the patient with a high fever was called tetanus, which was a bacterial infection caused by rusted weapons. So when he heard the news, his heart tightened and he was prepared to see large numbers of dead bodies.
"Of course I'm still here. I won't let anyone die." Wang Yi said seriously, looking at Ping Shizhi as if he was looking at a plague god.
Ping Shizhi quickly apologized, but his men did not stop and ran to the side to check the injured person's body.
"No redness."
"No fever."
"The wound has actually started to scar?"
Ping Shizhi's reputation is very famous in the military camp. Everyone greets him happily when they see him coming, which shows that their emotional state is now very stable.
"Surprisingly... they are still there."
He came to the last seriously injured patient. Half of his arm was missing, and only half of his other leg was left.
Such a disability cannot even be recovered on the battlefield.
The injured man was named Ma Bing. He was covered in blood, but he was still able to look at Ping Shizhi and greet him.
It seems that apart from being mentally depressed, his life is no longer in danger.
"Wang, how did you do it?"
He had asked this question once when he knew that Wang Yi had cured the prince of his poison. Wang Yi ignored him, and this time he was even more unwilling to pay attention to him.
"It can reduce inflammation and fever, but the rest is up to fate. Fortunately, they are relatively lucky."
Wang Yi gave a simple explanation, but the specific medication she used was not available outside and she couldn't tell us.
"Anti-inflammatory, fever-reducing..."
Ping Shizhi pondered for a long time and could only sigh. He actually felt a little respect for Wang Yi's methods.
But soon, he had no time to think about it.
The soldiers who needed bone setting had already lined up in front of him, each looking at him with hope. In this attack, broken bones were considered minor injuries, so everyone was calm.
Ping Shizhi quickly entered the medical state, prescribing medicine with great skill.
Anyway, King Dingyuan would not be short of money, so he just gave good and useful medicine without any mercy.
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"That Wang is a shrew! She badmouths me in front of the prince all day long!"
"That woman is eight feet tall and thick, with a terrifying face. If she were released, it would stop the children from crying at night!"
In the Baili Tavern in Qingdong City, the imperial physician Bai, whose hair and beard had turned white overnight, picked up the wine glass and gulped down a gulp of wine.
"She knows nothing, yet she always gets involved in saving lives. And she has that magical Ecstasy Powder that has the prince completely bewildered. She framed me, and the prince spurned me. I'm a distinguished imperial physician, but now I can only travel among the common people."
Doctor Bai has been wandering around the city these days. After hearing that the prince returned to the capital, he was stimulated for some reason and started spreading bad words about Wang Yi everywhere. He said that there was an old witch around the prince, who looked like a thousand-year-old tree bark that had turned into a spirit, and was causing chaos in the prince's palace all day long.
He was unlucky enough to be framed as a good man. Now he wanders alone all day long and can only earn some money among the people.
In addition, Doctor Bai is indeed very skilled and can cure most minor illnesses with his medicine. In recent days, he has gained many fans in the neighborhood. At this moment, a group of people gathered around him, listening to his stories with great interest.
“Make way, make way!”
Ding Sanshun squeezed into the crowd with a red face. He was wearing the clothes of a blacksmith's apprentice and was still full of anger. He hurriedly pulled his master back.
Doctor Bai drank so much that his tongue was swollen and he pushed Ding Sanshun away.
"You! My dignified disciple! You actually did such a vulgar thing! Just a few copper coins and you ignored your master!"
"Shut up!"
Ding Sanshun immediately covered Doctor Bai's mouth and dragged him back to a house that he had rented for a few days.
"What are you doing! You are disrespecting me!"
Ding Sanshun was so angry that his eyes almost rolled back. After catching his breath, he raised a bowl of water and drank it in one gulp.
"If you go out and say something bad about Li Wangshi again, don't blame me for not supporting you anymore!"
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