"Once the Prime Minister's confinement ends in a month, I will be able to obtain the peerless spear technique," Gu Mu silently planned in his heart. "That should be my first martial arts manual."
"A good martial arts manual can increase my strength many times over."
He can only overcome skill with brute force now, but when he has enough skill and experience, his combat power will increase significantly.
He had already seen the importance of martial arts manuals in the young man in the green robe.
The young man in green robes, whose internal strength and power were originally inferior to his, managed to fight him to a standstill by relying on his palm techniques.
It's late at night.
Gu Mu lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
The next day, he was awakened by the cheers of the soldiers.
"My wound has stopped festering! I can go to the battlefield!"
"Me too! Me too! General, if the enemy attacks, I'm ready to lend a hand!"
"Hey, you're all all better now! I can also feel that my wound isn't getting any worse!"
Gu Mu put on his clothes and walked out of the tent. Looking at the soldiers in the camp, the gloom of the past few days vanished, and joy appeared on his face!
"It's a doctor!"
"The doctor is out!"
"Do you think our wounds are healing so quickly? Is it really because the doctor's medicine is so effective?"
The soldiers began to look at Gu Mu with utmost respect.
The wounds that showed significant improvement were all minor injuries, but the festering and aggravation caused them great pain and prevented them from going to the battlefield.
Seeing their wounds suddenly begin to heal, they couldn't help but feel excited.
At this moment, Shen Ci also came out of the tent.
He got up very early and had already changed his medication once that morning.
He did feel that the rate at which the wound continued to fester seemed to have slowed down.
He was initially worried that his back was probably ruined.
However, he was not one to cry out in pain. As long as he could stand, he would always be the general of these soldiers, and he would always lead the charge.
"Doctor, you're really amazing. I feel like my injury has healed quite a bit," Shen Ci said with a smile.
The general's approval of the doctor's medical skills made the soldiers even more excited.
They quickly surrounded Gu Mu, embracing him in the middle and tossing him high into the air.
The soldiers were easygoing, and that was how they came to respect the doctor.
Gu Mu touched his mask with his hand.
If you accidentally drop the mask.
The soldiers discovered that they had thrown the Regent.
He could imagine the scene.
There was probably a thousand people in complete silence; you could hear a pin drop.
Gu Mu had already assumed the role of a doctor. After arguing with the soldiers, he walked into the wounded soldiers' camp and looked at the soldiers who were more seriously injured and unable to get out of bed.
"How are you feeling?" Gu Mu didn't know how to take a pulse, so he just asked symbolically.
After all, there are dedicated doctors in the military camp, and they can handle any unusual situations.
"What else can I feel? In this weather, my wounds won't heal. I can only wait to die," a wounded man leaning against the doorway said listlessly, staring at the ceiling.
He had a wound in his abdomen and a wound in his leg, both of which had become infected and suppurated.
But in fact, none of these injuries were fatal. In Gu Mu's original world, they would not have been life-threatening at all.
Unfortunately, the medical conditions here are too backward.
"Yes, I've already written my letter home. It's just a pity that I couldn't kill a few more enemies and protect the peace of the country's territory."
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy said with considerable regret.
Gu Mu gave him a deep look and began to understand the meaning of the saying "When the youth are strong, the nation is strong." They were the future hope of this dynasty.
He couldn't help but ask, "Young man, how many years have you been in the army?"
"I've only been here for a year and have no experience, so I'm very grateful to the older brothers for taking care of me."
Have you ever killed an enemy?
"I've killed them."
Are you scared?
"I was scared the first time, my hands were shaking, but when I thought about protecting the country, I wasn't afraid anymore."
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Wang Shiqiang. My parents are farmers. Fortunately, I have an older brother who can take care of them in their old age. It's a pity I can't fulfill my filial duty to them. But I'm not ashamed to sacrifice myself for my country!"
Gu Mu lifted Wang Shiqiang's clothes to take a look. His injuries were very serious, but because he was young, he recovered quickly and survived the most dangerous period. However, because the wound gradually festered and could not heal properly, he began to weaken day by day.
He also took two penicillin pills yesterday, and the pustules have gradually been brought under control.
It should get better in a few days.
"Don't worry, you won't die. Do your job well and strive to return home in glory."
Gu Mu patted his head and smiled.
Unexpectedly, the young boy stubbornly replied, "I will not return home in glory. As long as the country is not at peace, I would rather die on the battlefield than be a deserter!"
Gu Mu smiled and said, "Well done."
If only a peaceful and prosperous world ever came to be.
It was definitely not solely his achievement.
There are countless others like this young boy who dedicated their youth, left their homes, and shed their blood on the battlefield to support a brighter future for many more.
"I'm just a doctor with mediocre medical skills."
"But I can make you stop being afraid of getting infected!"
Gu Mu straightened his back and addressed the soldiers:
"I cannot guarantee that I can bring every one of you back to life."
"But I can do it, so anyone with an infected wound can get treatment!"
After a day, Gu Mu discovered that the penicillin produced by the system was different from that produced by modern systems; after all, it was produced by the system and was more effective.
According to Shen Ci's feedback, none of the soldiers who took the medicine yesterday experienced any further deterioration of their wounds.
Upon hearing this, the soldiers in the wounded soldiers' camp gradually widened their eyes.
Does this doctor mean they can be saved?
It's important to understand that only a small number of people actually die on the battlefield. The majority of them are wounded and, without proper medical treatment, die from wound infections.
If this doctor can really cure the wound infection, it would be as if he has snatched their lives back from the clutches of death.
"It's true! Our wounds have healed from the festering wounds!"
"Me too! This doctor's medical skills are truly amazing; he can bring the dead back to life!"
Those soldiers who were less seriously injured immediately spoke up.
Their injuries were less severe, so the effects were more noticeable, while for those with more serious injuries, only doctors could tell whether they were improving.
"Then... the medicine the doctor gave us is so miraculous, it must be very precious!"
"Yes, this must be very precious. Although I really don't want to die, I'm an old man. Let's leave these medicines for younger people."
"I can get through this, and I won't take any more medicine."
On the hospital bed, those tough, unyielding men all vied to speak.
They dedicated their lives to the dynasty, yet they couldn't even bear to take a single medicine.
Those with more serious injuries realized the value of the medicine and showed expressions of guilt: "I should have known better than to take it; my injuries weren't serious at all."
"Yes, it should be given to those who need it more."
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