Chapter 456: Who is preparing the medicine?

Get up, go eat something. Jiang Yunchu walked over to her, directly grabbed her shoulder and lifted her up, "Your body is too weak, you still need to strengthen training; don't think that because you're not going to the battlefield, your body doesn't need training."

Major surgery, one might have to stand for four or five hours, and the hand cannot shake, the leg cannot go weak; this concerns life.

Kang Ziwei's face was slightly flushed, "Thank you, Dean, for your instruction; I understand."

Although her morning practice had never stopped, she indeed had some ideas.

Eat. Jiang Yunchu merely washed her hands, her face not washed, and directly started eating; she was busier than anyone else, others had some simple bandaging that could relieve pressure.

The wounded carried into her tent either needed surgery or required the use of inner strength; she was now expending not only physical strength but also inner strength.

Later check the medical records, eat more. Jiang Yunchu looked at Kang Ziwei and smiled helplessly.

Kang Ziwei originally looked at the food and could imagine today's day being all bloody scenes; she originally didn't want to eat anything, just wanted to sleep, hearing the Dean's words, she innocently lifted her head.

Dean, you're a devil, aren't you?

After saying that, she fiercely bit into a black flour mantou; at this moment, who still cares about blood? flesh? bone fragments?

She should still consider her own life.

Jiang Yunchu looked at her fierce expression, merely smiled, "A devil? We've only just begun."

The two ate quickly; Kang Ziwei felt a mantou stuck in her throat, unable to swallow no matter what, she drank two sips of soup, but it still didn't go down.

On the battlefield, time is life; having a time to eat, having a time to close your eyes and lean for a while, is already something rare. Jiang Yunchu, with empty palm, tapped her back; the mantou she had been choking on for a long suddenly went down.

I understand, I will pay attention from now on.

Kang Ziwei fell into deep thought; she had a strange feeling that the Dean seemed well adapted to this environment, even on the battlefield she was much more at ease than in Ning Jing.

The two quickly entered the medical tent, starting with the most severe case in tent number one; those two people were still unconscious, Jiang Yunchu quickly made notes on her notebook, then examined their wounds, took their pulses, and recorded each situation.

These records make it convenient for later review, and also help us record and remember; relying on memory alone always forgets something. Jiang Yunchu said this clearly while recording.

Kang Ziwei immediately nodded; she also had a notebook, but her recording direction differed from the Dean's; the Dean recorded by medical tent number, each person's condition, each person's pulse, each person's entire situation.

She originally only recorded miscellaneous maladies, but in the barracks, how many such difficult cases are there?

Most are wounds—sword wounds, blade wounds, arrow wounds, plus some crush injuries, falls, etc.

Her notebook is being used less and less.

After finishing checking the situation in tent number one, the two were heading to tent number two when they encountered the old doctor.

Greetings, Princess Consort. The old doctor, upon seeing Jiang Yunchu, hastily performed a salute.

Jiang Yunchu waved her hand, "In the barracks, no need for excessive courtesy."

These days, he seems to have also figured out some of the Princess Consort's temperament; he is indifferent to many things, but for those he cares about, no one can dare to step forward.

Isn't the Princess Consort making rounds? Why not join? Behind the old doctor stood several people who were very curious about this Regent's Consort, who could sew clothes on a person's abdomen and reattach a broken leg—how could they not be curious?

They even wanted to observe, but the old doctor directly refused them.

Now it's wartime; not to mention them, even the Princess Consort's disciples have been driven out to open their own medical tents—are they not working?

Good. Jiang Yunchu nodded and directly entered tent number two.

Unlike tent number one, tent number two has over ten people; among them, nine were rescued by Jiang Yunchu.

Princess Consort.

Doctor Zi Wei. Indeed, besides those nine, the remaining few are the people rescued by Kang Ziwei.

The old doctor nodded at Jiang Yunchu; Jiang Yunchu walked to the first person's side, carefully asked about their feelings, during which she had already taken their pulse, then examined the wound and bleeding points.

It's fine, rest well; with such good physique, you'll be up and about in ten days. Jiang Yunchu noted something on paper, then said with a chuckle.

Can I stand up? This person had a fractured leg; Jiang Yunchu corrected the bone, and to avoid leaving a root of illness, she warmed it with inner strength once.

Jiang Yunchu raised an eyebrow; after finishing the record, she then lifted her head to look at him, "Do you have any misunderstanding about my medical skill?"

Rest assured, recuperate well; at most fifteen days, the frontline battlefield is still waiting for you.

That man had been smiling, but upon hearing Jiang Yunchu's words, he suddenly burst into tears, his leg was fine, his leg was fine…

Jiang Yunchu gently shook her head; she couldn't fully empathize, but she could understand this emotion.

Hope amidst collapse.

Might it not be an even greater emotional release?

What is this person's condition? Jiang Yunchu looked toward the person behind her; at this moment Kang Ziwei walked out.

Dean, this person has a blade wound on the arm, the location is somewhat special, close to the tendons and artery; sent from another medical tent. Kang Ziwei said while quickly recording.

Jiang Yunchu also made a simple record; her handwriting is very messy, a modern doctor's style, and many of the terms are medical nomenclature unknown in this era.

She did it merely for her own convenience in memorization.

Hmm, the wound suturing is not bad, supplement the prescription. Jiang Yunchu first checked the sutured wound, nodded affirmatively, smelled the medicinal powder, and lightly furrowed her brows.

Zi Wei should not make such a foolish mistake.

Kang Ziwei quickly wrote the prescription on her notebook, then respectfully handed it to Jiang Yunchu.

After seeing it, Jiang Yunchu turned and scanned the circle, looking at everyone behind her; each one looked at her curiously, not understanding what had happened.

Who is boiling the medicine?

Who is preparing the medicinal powder?

She smelled the medicine bowl, looking at the old doctor's gaze, which made it somewhat thought-provoking.

The old doctor's heart startled, "Could there be a problem?"

He stepped forward, first sniffed the medicine bowl, that smell…

He hastily took over the prescription written by Kang Ziwei, immediately discovered the problem—it actually added blood-activating medicinal ingredients…

Especially in the wound's medicinal powder, they added blood-activating powder—this is deadly!