Chapter 455: Even King Yama wouldn't dare to take you

Yes, daughter will obediently follow father's teachings. Jiang Fengsheng listened attentively; she had never harbored any disloyal intentions, whether toward the Kang Clan or the Jiang Clan, there were none.

Hmm.

We have received news; Xijiang will likely receive news soon, the great battle is about to erupt. General Jiang looked at the sand table, his eyes inscrutable.

Zi Wei, hold steady, I'm going to pull out the arrow. Jiang Yunchu said softly.

Yes. Kang Ziwei quickly supported the person, fearing that pulling the arrow would cause further tearing of skin and flesh.

At this moment, Jiang Yunchu used her internal energy; a few days earlier, she had examined General Jiang's meridians for him, and General Jiang suddenly discovered that her internal energy had changed.

The peculiarity of her internal energy remained, but it was no longer easy for others to detect.

Even General Jiang could not detect it; when treating and saving people, she could use it with confidence.

Jiang Yunchu directly pulled out the arrow; the person who had previously fallen unconscious cried out in pain, "Ah!"—the sound carried far away.

Inside the medical tent, they remained busy, quickly staunching the bleeding and cleaning the wound.

Jiang Yun Chu used a scalpel to clean away the necrotic flesh, then proceeded to clean and disinfect; although she had used cannabis anesthetic, the body's innate pain made the person tremble.

Bleeding stopped.

Line two, needle three. Jiang Yunchu said while extending her hand.

Over there, Kang Ziwei quickly passed over the items, holding white cloth ready, continually wiping away the flowing blood.

Several lamps were tied atop the tent, yet the dim light remained insufficiently bright.

Jiang Yunchu's hands were swift; during suturing, there was no pause.

Clean the suture site, apply hemostatic medicine. Jiang Yunchu stepped aside, yielding the main position to Kang Ziwei.

Kang Ziwei stepped forward and began the final cleaning work.

Jiang Yunchu took out a porcelain bottle containing the anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines she had previously ground up; these medicines contained antibiotic components, which she had exchanged for using a large amount of points.

People of this era had never taken antibiotics before, so the effect of the anti-inflammatory medicine on them was especially obvious.

Anti-inflammatory powder, two spoonfuls, just feed it directly. Jiang Yunchu breathed a sigh of relief, untied the white cloth bound around her sleeve, then sat aside and took a sip of water.

Now, regarding barracks affairs, she participated little; several children had seemingly vanished, and there had been no news for a long time.

Yun chu, how is he? Can his life be saved? Jiang Fengsheng approached, saw the bed soaked in blood, and asked with some concern.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, "The critical period is three days; if he survives three days, he will live."

Good. Jiang Fengsheng's eyes brightened, then he said, "I'm afraid you'll be busy soon."

A rather ambiguous remark; Jiang Yunchu raised her head, glanced at her second aunt, and merely nodded.

Both were clever people; they understood.

You……

Thinking of the Regent Prince, thinking of the Wang Fu Army, she opened her mouth several times but ultimately swallowed her words; she simply did not know how to speak.

Does Yun chu know?

If she knew, what then?

What? Jiang Yunchu's hand stopped sorting the powder as she looked toward her second aunt.

Jiang Fengsheng ultimately still shook his head: "It's nothing."

She left; at this moment she could not be selfish, for she was not merely Yun chu's second aunt—she was also the acting general of the Jiang Clan Army and the acting general of Da Ning; in the face of state affairs, family matters seemed trivial.

Finally……

She chose Da Ning.

On the third day, the Xijiang forces outside no longer engaged in petty skirmishes; this time they brought out the catapults and siege ladders, and held the city gate.

The archers who were wounded would be hastily carried away, and new people would take their place.

Across the city walls lay pools of blood.

Here.

Here.

Here.

Soldiers, with numb expressions, carried the wounded into one medical tent after another; only Jiang Yunchu's medical tent was special—only those who had been examined in all other medical tents and found untreatable were brought to her tent, yet outside her tent a queue had already formed.

No matter how much preparation, war remains this cruel—one living life after another simply vanishes from the world.

All right, bring them to Tent Number Three.

Yes. The carriers hurriedly lifted them into the large tent.

Tent Number Three held only ordinary suture cases; Tent Number Two held severe cases; Tent Number One…… a moment's carelessness would cost one's life.

Will my leg be gone? This person was young, his body covered in blood, with only a pair of bright eyes.

Jiang Yunchu first looked at his leg, which had been crushed by a heavy object.

Get some sleep. She handed him a bowl of instant‑knockout medicine.

Am I not going to live? The young man smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, yet at the same time his tears fell.

No, you will live well; even King Yama wouldn't dare to take you. Jiang Yunchu answered firmly.

Really?

The man wiped his tears with his sleeve, then lifted the bowl and gulped the medicine down in one go.

Just after setting the bowl aside, he was still wondering what the medicine was for—then he fell asleep.

Guard the tent well; if there is an urgent illness, send it to Doctor Zi Wei's place. Jiang Yunchu told those guarding outside.

Yes. The two men promptly replied.

Since the war began, Kang Ziwei has single‑handedly kept the medical tent running; although her medical skill has many shortcomings, it is still far better than many doctors', and having her as an assistant would be somewhat wasteful.

After returning to the medical tent, Jiang Yunchu directly used her internal energy to repair his shattered bones; the antiquated dark‑green ring on her hand continually flashed with streams of light, yet she, who had been treating him continuously, saw nothing.

Sweat beads covered her forehead; she wiped them away haphazardly, and that once‑peerless face was now a mess of lines, its original features unrecognizable.

Afterwards, they began treating his external injuries, performing fixation and bandaging, "Carry him to the big tent No. 1."

As soon as one was sent away, another would be carried in right away, seamlessly connected, leaving her no time to catch her breath.

At day's end, I don't know whether the front battlefield had already been worn out from fighting, or whether there were fewer soldiers on hand, but the Unit outside the medical tent was finally about to be cleared.

Besides those who died on the spot, among those brought in later, not a single person died in the medical tent.

"Dean." When Kang Ziwei saw Jiang Yunchu, her legs went weak and she sat down directly on the ground.

This day's perseverance was not only perseverance in medical skill, but also perseverance in physical strength.