Gu Mu wore a mask, so no one could see his expression.
But his voice is something everyone remembers.
"You are the people who need us most."
"This drug is called penicillin, and I can guarantee its supply indefinitely."
"Never run out of stock."
Shen Ci looked at Gu Mu with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He clenched his fist and grinned.
If this medicine were readily available, the mortality rate from injuries and illnesses would be reduced by at least 60%!
He almost couldn't help but kneel down and loudly say "Thank you, Your Highness," but he knew that the person standing in front of him was a "doctor."
Wang Shiqiang asked earnestly, "Doctor, is this medicine really never in short supply?"
The other wounded soldiers also looked at Gu Mu with hopeful eyes; they were not unafraid of death.
They also wanted to live.
They have beloved family and precious friends in this world, and they don't want to be separated from each other forever.
"The country will perish unless I die."
"Otherwise, this medicine will be in short supply."
Gu Mu said in a deep voice.
As the soldiers watched the doctor leave, they felt that this doctor was different from ordinary doctors.
His figure was tall and imposing.
Standing there, like a mountain, it blocked the footsteps of death for them.
After leaving the wounded soldiers' camp, Gu Mu arrived at the training ground.
Some soldiers who were not injured and had no missions that day were training on the training ground.
At this moment, a group of soldiers in armor were solemnly practicing their horse stance.
Because Gu Mu arrived, he managed to control the potentially life-threatening festering sores on the wounded soldiers, saving them from losing many brothers.
Therefore, although Gu Mu was a "weak" doctor, they still respected him very much.
"Doctor!" "Doctor!" "Doctor!"
As soon as Gu Mu walked in, many people shouted.
"Although this doctor doesn't look particularly imposing, and they could easily knock him down with one punch, his medical skills are superb, and they are willing to respect him." — The soldiers thought to themselves.
After spending a long time on the battlefield, they believe that strength is king, and as warriors, it is difficult for them to truly respect those who are scholars.
Survival of the fittest.
On the battlefield, if you are not strong enough, you will not only lose your own life, but you may also drag the entire team down.
They respected Gu Mu so much simply because he had saved his brothers.
"Spread your legs, is this how you do a horse stance?" Gu Mu stopped directly in front of them and reprimanded them in a stern voice.
"???" the soldiers asked.
—The weak and sickly doctor actually taught them martial arts?
Immediately, a soldier stepped forward. He was one of the three men who had annoyed Gu Mu around the campfire yesterday. He said hot-bloodedly, "Doctor, you saved my brothers, and we respect you. But you are just a doctor. What right do you have to criticize us?"
The other two members of the trio, who seemed to have a good relationship with the soldier, stepped forward to speak up: "Yes, doctor, you should just stay in your role as a doctor. If you try to instruct us, you'll just make a fool of yourself."
"Doctor, you're so weak, you should practice on your own. We're much better than you, we don't need you to teach us."
Gu Mu's eagle eyes swept across the soldiers.
He makes sure their movements are correct because he cares about them. If they don't learn the right techniques and don't master the skills, they'll be the ones who suffer.
At best, it could result in broken arms or legs; at worst, it could cost one's life.
After all, they are my own soldiers, so I still need to train them properly.
"You three step forward," Gu Mu said calmly. "I'll fight you."
The first soldier to step forward sneered, "Doctor, I don't want to bully you. How about this, I'll take you on one-on-one with one hand."
The other two soldiers continued to chime in, "Take it easy, this is a doctor. His frail little body can't take a beating!"
"Doctor, as long as you don't get beaten up, just complain to General Shen."
Gu Mu curled his lips into a slight smile. Behind the ghost mask, all people could see were his dangerously narrowed eyes: "What I mean is, all three of you, come at me together."
For a moment, the soldiers on the training ground looked at each other in bewilderment.
Is this doctor out of his mind?
They all felt it was bullying to fight them one-on-one.
This doctor actually wants to take on all three of them by himself?
The first soldier to step forward was very annoyed. He wanted to teach the doctor a lesson. His medical skills were good, but he was too arrogant. He couldn't stand it at all: "You said it yourself, don't regret it!"
"Are they really going to fight? This doctor must be out of his mind!"
"Fine, if you're going to hit me, just go easy on me."
There was a special area for martial arts competitions in the training ground, which was surrounded by red silk.
Gu Mu walked to the center of the stage and looked at the three people opposite him.
Ordinary soldiers are just ordinary people; very few of them possess internal energy.
Soldiers with internal strength would be treated as elite troops and trained separately.
Therefore, Gu Mu did not bully others. He did not use his internal energy at all, relying solely on his physical strength and skills.
He straddled one leg forward, assuming a fighting stance.
The three soldiers, determined to humiliate him and deflate his arrogance, pounced on him without any mercy.
Honestly, as a top-tier master who can be ranked among the best in the martial arts world.
Facing these soldiers who couldn't even stand properly in a horse stance, Gu Mu felt like he was beating little kids.
This world isn't so outrageous that a top expert could fight ten thousand ordinary soldiers.
But those with truly top-tier skills can still fight their way in and out of hundreds of people seven times.
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