Chapter 412: There's a Medic in the Unit

"We're here to do business; I don't care what your purpose is. Once we reach Xijiang, we'll split up, understand?" The captain of the merchant convoy, eyeing Jiang Yunchu warily, said this up front.

"Yes." Jiang Yunchu, holding a bundle, nodded somewhat timidly.

"Sit beside the driver; if we run into bandits, you look after yourself—we can't spare anyone to protect you." The captain reminded him again, then walked to the front of the unit and said, "Let's go."

They wander year-round among various states; although they can earn a lot of silver, they also constantly risk their lives.

No one knows whether they'll be able to return after setting out.

Some people, unmarried, earn and spend as much as they like, eating meat and drinking liquor in big gulps, seeking the most beautiful girls.

People like them can't settle down; having a family means ties, and they no longer want to live this knife-edge, blood‑licking existence.

"Stop, stop!" Before they even reached the border of Xijiang, the merchant convoy was halted by a group of people.

"Big brother, bring the brothers over for a drink."

The convoy captain, smiling, handed over a sack of silver pieces.

The road‑blocker shoved the money bag up and down, bared his teeth in a grin, and said, "What? Are you sending off a beggar?"

As he spoke, the man kicked out; the captain, unprepared, was sent stumbling back several steps.

He quickly rose, narrowed his eyes slightly, gave a light smile, and said, "This is payment of a dou of silver."

"Looks like you don't intend to let us go today?"

The other side laughed loudly, "Not letting you go."

"Fine." The captain shouted, then bellowed, "Brothers, grab your weapons!"

Jiang Yunchu never expected that randomly joining a merchant convoy would drag her into a fight.

Back then she thought a large convoy had connections, enough to hide a person, but now what's the situation? Should she run or stay?

Staying? She currently lacks internal energy; although she has strength, fighting someone with martial arts is somewhat strained.

But running? She'd still need to find another convoy, which would be troublesome.

"Let's see how it goes!"

She slipped aside to watch the brawl ahead; these people were indeed desperadoes, striking without mercy, while passersby acted as if they hadn't seen anything, already accustomed to such scenes.

"Kill!" The captain alone took on two opponents; both sides' eyes were red with killing intent, and casualties kept occurring.

Jiang Yunchu assessed the situation; nearby lay an injured person.

She crouched, and when no one was paying attention, she dragged the person behind the wagon; just as he was about to speak, she hushed him, saying, "Let me bandage you."

She tore a clean strip of cloth from a nearby person, sprinkled some medicinal powder on his wounded arm, and bandaged it directly.

"Are you a medic?" the rescued person asked, face pale, watching her skilled technique.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, "I learned a little from my father."

That strange accent, though it required careful listening, could still be understood.

"What important business do you have in Xijiang? If not, just follow the boss."

"Our unit is lacking a medic; if the boss knew you were a medic, he'd surely be pleased."

Medics usually look down on them; they're just a band of desperadoes, following them brings instability and constant risk of death.

"I need to find my younger brother." Jiang Yunchu shook her head, looking timid.

The man looked at her, sighed, and said her temperament wasn't suited for their line of work.

"Alright, I'll go round up people. Sis, please help with the bandaging." While they spoke, the man regained a bit of strength, left a remark, and headed forward.

A few days ago they clashed with another unit that had stolen their business; they hadn't expected that side to bring in reinforcements, which are waiting here.

"Sis, here's a live one." The man dragged back a person who was as good as dead, kicked away the knife‑holder, and without a word hauled him off, leaving onlookers dazed.

Jiang Yunchu's mouth twitched as well; to outsiders it looked like she was engaged in some shameful trade…

What does "bring a live one" mean? Can you explain it clearly?

"Your arm's dislocated; it hurts a bit—bear with it." After saying that, Jiang Yunchu looked at him, waited for his nod, then gripped his arm, twisted it, and with a forceful jerk there was a "crack"; he gritted his teeth, veins bulging.

But after a shake, it really didn't hurt anymore.

"I'm bandaging the wound—don't move." Why is he still fidgeting? Not even as obedient as my own little rascals!

Jiang Yunchu couldn't help adding, "Help me tear some clean strips; this person's ragged clothes won't yield many clean pieces."

"Okay."

That fellow kept glancing furtively at the fighters ahead, and momentarily a strange scene unfolded.

One person dragged a living person over; another dragged a corpse over.

The one bringing the living person brought him to Jiang Yunchu and then left.

The one bringing the corpse, after arriving, tore the cloth strips, then dragged it away…

Thus, on the battlefield, the opposing side's numbers dwindled while this side's kept growing.

Both side captains noticed this; the road‑blockers glared fiercely, and the others couldn't explain how this merchant convoy still had a medic.

Looking at those neatly bound wounds, what were they still fighting for?

"Retreat!"

The road‑blockers gritted their teeth and finally issued the order.

This time he intends to recover all the losses, or…

Are those people just using a knife to kill? Otherwise why wasn't such vital information told to them?

The convoy captain was also startled—what… is going on?

Who would have guessed it all resulted from Jiang Yunchu's helpless intervention, fearing the convoy couldn't proceed?

"Who gave you medical treatment?" the captain seized a nearby person—none other than the first individual Jiang Yunchu had treated, who was still furtively dragging people along.

"It's that Kang Langzhong." After saying that, the person pointed, then added, "Captain, don't hold me up from dragging people."

The captain looked that way; many brothers were sitting or lying there, waiting.

And the person in the middle, dressed head to toe in dark blue‑green coarse cloth, his face covered in freckles, looked rather unhappy at the moment, while everyone around him kept their heads down.

"You just bandaged the wound—can't you even protect it a bit?"

"Do you still want your arm?"

"Do you still want your leg?"