Chapter 441: Family doesn't recognize their own family?

"Her?"

Jiang Fengsheng looked at the faces of several people, helplessly replied, "The eldest miss of the General's Manor, the consort of the Regent Prince's Manor, and also the daughter of your General."

What does it mean that family doesn't recognize their own family?

This is it!

Several people were stunned for a moment, their family's miss?

But that person was dressed entirely in men's clothing, showing no trace of femininity at all; as a result, they reported the information and drove their own miss out?

"This is a letter, please help me deliver it to the General." Jiang Yunchu's envelope was thick, because inside the envelope she also placed some medicinal powder.

Medicinal powder for the Northern Rong.

"Yes!" Several people clasped their fists, looking at the heroic and spirited miss, they felt proud inside.

Thank you for your trouble.

After Jiang Yunchu nodded, she directly left the tent.

The big battle wasn't fought, but the small skirmishes never ceased; one stretcher after another carried injured soldiers.

Several little guys, each busy, they knew basic hemostasis, emergency treatment, and since entering the Jiang Family Army, they have always been helping in the medical tent, greatly reducing its pressure.

"Over here..."

"Doctor Zi Wei, this person's injury is too severe; over there, have them brought to your tent." The soldiers lifted a person and walked over.

Kang Zi Wei, relying on her medical skill, in the Jiang Family Army's medical tent, has a dedicated exclusive room; her hands never stopped moving.

"Let me take a look." She cut the thread, letting Nai Xin and Zhi Chun beside her do the bandaging.

Only then did she walk to the stretcher; at that person's arm was a patch of black poison powder, the blood turned from bright red to black, and the wound was deep, requiring urgent suturing.

But she...

Cannot do it!

Previously she didn't feel it, but after coming to the medical tent she realized she had many shortcomings, too much to learn, and felt many helplessness.

Let me check.

At that moment, a person walked in from outside, dressed all in black, with a white cloth covering his mouth and nose, his whole person emanating a sense of solemnity and seriousness.

Yes, Dean.

At that moment, Kang Zi Wei directly stepped back, yielding the main position.

Several soldiers carrying the stretcher, seeing this situation, exchanged glances.

"Seven Herbs Technique, Wind Fairy, Awakening Grass..."

Jiang Yunchu didn't waste words, directly reported a string of medicine names, finally stating the dosage, because this poison is very special, requiring balancing all the medicine amounts; too much or too little won't do.

"Grind into powder, sprinkle on the wound, then take orally." After she said that, she directly picked up a silver needle from the side.

The two people guarding the medical tent quickly raised their hands to stop, this set of silver needles is Doctor Zi Wei's treasure; the last time another doctor tampered with it, the usually smiling Doctor Zi Wei flew into a great rage.

From then on, everyone knew, Doctor Zi Wei's silver needles must not be touched.

But...

They anxiously looked at Kang Zi Wei, yet this time Doctor Zi Wei's expression didn't change at all, as if she hadn't even noticed?

What's the situation?

"The bleeding must be stopped; medicine won't work, suturing won't work, so we use silver needles." Jiang Yunchu turned her head to look at Kang Zi Wei.

Kang Zi Wei immediately nodded, "Dean, I understand."

In her heart there was some regret; just now she thought of quick suturing, but forgot that silver needles stop bleeding.

In all things, don't be anxious; as a medical practitioner, the most important thing is to calm the mind.

"Zi Wei, you've suffered too few setbacks; only after seeing more will you realize that helplessness is eight or nine out of ten; doing one's best and thinking of every method is the process we need."

Her hands were fast; everyone only saw a flurry of shadows, and already more than ten silver needles were on that person's body.

"The bleeding has stopped; now preparing medicine, grinding powder, suturing—do these still need to be taught to you?" Jiang Yunchu looked at Kang Zi Wei.

She, in fact, is already excellent enough.

But, still not enough.

Kang Zi Wei immediately shook her head, and her whole body began to move.

Continue carrying people, lay grass mats here, three pieces.

Before we could carry one person, now we can carry three." She looked at the two stretcher-bearers; the two suddenly understood, quickly nodded, and felt a bit happy inside.

Those wounded soldiers on the battlefield each have a family, elders, children; if they meet with an accident, the sky of their home would collapse just like that.

Now that we have a better doctor, the soldiers' chances of survival have greatly increased; how could it not make people feel excited?

Yes.

Several people didn't know how to address them, yet they quickly left.

Over there, Kang Zi Wei was busy suturing; Kang Nai Xin and Kang Zhiqiu served as her assistants.

Meanwhile, Kang Zhi Chun and Jia Chuan stood by Jiang Yunchu's side, listening to her commands.

Three grass mats, with three people already lying on them, "Suturing done, sprinkle the red bottle's medicinal powder, bandage, and carry away."

Your leg, I'm afraid...

Before her words finished, that soldier just lifted his heart, then with a "crack" sound, Jiang Yunchu moved his leg, saw his sorrowful expression, and helplessly said, "I'm afraid it's fine."

Just walk out on your own.

"Ah? It's fine?" That soldier, as if waking from a dream, rose from the grass mat, took two steps, and the previous piercing pain no longer existed.

Really it's fine…

People kept being carried in, then continuously carried out…

The curtain of this medical tent seemed never to be fully lowered, with crowds coming and going.

Kang Zi Wei.

Suddenly, Jiang Yunchu shouted.

Kang Zi Wei was bandaging, quickly tied a knot, then had the wounded carried away, and looked toward the Dean.

Here.

"This person needs a thoracotomy; I need absolute quiet, you be my assistant." Jiang Yunchu's expression was grave; she guessed that the soldiers carrying the person were also taking a gamble—once the chest is opened and the abdomen slit, who can guarantee they'll survive?

Yes.

Kang Zi Wei had no hesitation whatsoever: "My medical tent, stop sending people in; no one may enter or leave—remember that?"

"Yes." The two people guarding the medical tent outside immediately became solemn.

Kang Zi Wei still felt it wasn't enough: "Even if the Heavenly King himself came, make them wait for me!"

Her tone had lost its usual gentleness, instead carrying a killing aura; if anyone defied her, she would probably really fly into a rage?

Yes.

The expressions of those two became even more solemn and serious.

Jia Chuan withdrew and also stood guard outside; inside the medical tent only Jiang Yunchu and four girls remained.

"Bring two people to hold the lamp for me—the brighter the better," Jiang Yunchu ordered; at the same time, she had already inserted several silver needles into her hand.