Chapter 457: Tie Up Doctor Zhang for Me!

"I will investigate!" the old doctor's face darkened; now the soldiers guard the national gate, each desperately fighting, they trust the medical tent, they have given their lives to the medical tent, yet they never expected a petty person to sabotage it—this is something he absolutely will not tolerate.

Jiang Yunchu gave a cold smile and said, "I just want to know, where did that Doctor Zhang go earlier?"

She didn't care before; any punishment was fine.

But now…

Did you give him face?

"He..." the old doctor widened his eyes, "Princess Consort, do you suspect it's him?"

"We came to the Jiang Family Army just temporarily; I'm only bringing the children to study. When the nation is in trouble, every commoner has a duty; they need to know who is defending the frontier."

"They also need to understand who left their homeland and, without hesitation, garrisoned the national gate."

"So I brought them here."

She suddenly lifted her head, her eyes cold, and said, "We have not infringed on anyone's interests; will the old doctors strike against us?"

All the doctors shook their heads.

If it weren't for the Princess Consort and Doctor Ziwei's arrival, they would have no rest time, their medical skills would be inadequate, many would die in their hands, and some would die from blood loss due to delayed treatment.

How could they strike? They now practically worship the two of them.

"The only person in conflict is one who envies Ziwei's medical skill, hates that Ziwei took his medical tent, hates me, but dares not touch me." Jiang Yunchu smiled; human hearts are the most interesting matter.

The old doctor widened his eyes, "Just because he occupied the medical tent?"

"The medical tent—such a small matter, and it wasn't even withheld; at the time, he only ordered Doctor Zhang to yield the tent because Doctor Kang Ziwei could treat more people, but in two or three days a new tent would be assigned."

It's such a small matter, yet…

If it weren't for this person's good health, I dread to think!

"Alas, human hearts—don't use your own magnanimity to guess others' pettiness."

"Based on his previous behavior, there's nothing left to guess about this matter." Jiang Yunchu quickly wrote a prescription, then had Kang Ziwei swiftly clean the wound.

"Crush this pill and sprinkle it on the wound." Jiang Yunchu handed Kang Ziwei a pill.

Then she took her pulse, pulled out a medicine bottle; at her side she always wore a small backpack slanted, containing various colored medicine bottles—these are emergency medicinal powders; most of the time she doesn't wait for the medical tent to prepare medicine, she carries the powders with her.

"Yes."

Kang Ziwei moved quickly; from today onward she also resolved that for every casualty she treats, she will keep a record for future reference.

Fortunately today the Dean brought her to inspect the medical tent; if she had discovered things later, if this person's health were poor, if…

She dare not even think of the consequences; if this person died, the main cause would be her.

She didn't kill him, yet he died because of her!

"Tie up Doctor Zhang for me!" the old doctor's face flushed red with anger, his voice unusually sharp; the doctors behind him each shook their heads helplessly.

The doctors in the frontier have long grown accustomed to power and profit; they merely want to save lives.

Unexpectedly, someone would cause death over personal matters.

After Jiang Yunchu finished the emergency treatment, everyone in the medical tent heard it; their gaze toward Jiang Yunchu became increasingly respectful, not because she is the Regent's Consort, but simply because she is a doctor.

"Rest assured, the wound has been treated, and the medicine taken in poses no serious problem."

Jiang Yunchu comforted the wounded soldier; he smiled and scratched his head with his uninjured hand.

"I trust you."

Simple, honest three words.

It brought a hint of smile to Jiang Yunchu's icy face.

"Good."

Simple dialogue, simple answer.

Jiang Yunchu then examined several other medical tents, especially the casualties Kang Ziwei had looked at; she checked them closely—aside from the first one discovered, the medicine of two other people also had problems.

That old doctor's face could no longer be described as red; it had begun to turn bluish.

After checking the last casualty, Jiang Yunchu stopped, and all the doctors behind her stopped as well.

"My medical tent needs assistants; if anyone is willing, they can take turns coming to my medical tent to serve as assistant."

"I'll say the unpleasant things up front—I don't care how much you can learn, but……"

"I will have you do whatever I say, and you will do it."

"In my medical tent, my words are law."

Whoever else would dare not say that; heaven— that person is still sitting in Jingdu!

But this person is Jiang Yunchu, the Princess Consort of the Regent Prince's Manor.

Some felt it improper, yet no one spoke up.

"I'll go."

"I'll go too."

"Don't, you've taken all the good things; this time it's my turn, right?" At that moment a plump doctor walked out; no one knows how he stays that way, yet despite the busyness he remains plump.

The old doctor looked at the chaotic crowd, hurriedly pressed his hand down, "Alright, starting tomorrow we'll take turns, one person per day."

"Yes." Everyone agreed.

That day, the Jiang Family Army's punishment chamber emitted waves of wailing that lasted late into the night.

The frontline battle continued; the soldiers inside the city were struggling to hold on, and more bad news came from the front.

"Report! The Southern Barbarian Army has arrived!"

Jiang Fengsheng and General Jiang exchanged a glance; both furrowed their brows, having anticipated this outcome, even expecting the Southern Barbarian Army to arrive more than ten days earlier in their forecast.

But the current situation is not optimistic!

"Today there are more casualties."

Inside the medical tent, Jiang Yunchu's assistants have increased from one to two; several old doctors have all queued up—today it is one old doctor and one young doctor.

"I start suturing, you all watch closely." On-site teaching is impossible; she also couldn't explain to them one by one, time is life.

There are simply too many wounded; they have already formed a Unit that stretches far, far away.

"Number three line, number three needle." Jiang Yunchu shouted quickly; the young doctor, without the slightest hesitation, directly took the needle and thread over.

Jiang Yunchu gave him an approving look; the young doctor seemed to have received some encouragement, feeling his whole body filled with vigor.

They, fearing to hold back and fearing to be disliked by the Princess Consort, everyone secretly sought out Doctor Zi Wei, receiving a basic introduction, as well as, for them, what those strangely shaped things are, what their functions are, and under what circumstances they are needed.

Whether old doctors or new doctors, each one underwent basic study.

Now they can also keep up with Jiang Yunchu's progress.