Chapter 612

The trained soldier in front of Gu Zheng only felt a deep sadness, but after feeling the hot skin behind him, the whole person's nerves collapsed.

That's not good. The soldier on the opposite side is already timid enough. What if his sewing hurts him again and causes the wound to tear when he is confused?

Gu Zheng quietly sprinkled some dark brown analgesic powder first, but chatted with the little soldier in front of him.

"I'm not afraid. I'll disinfect you first. It will take some time to do it."

"It hurts a little when you sprinkle the medicine. Please bear it first. I don't know where the little brother is from. Why do I look a little friendly?"

Listening to Gu Zheng's words, the soldier was relieved that he didn't start right away. Then Gu Zheng opened his mouth: "my family is near Jiangzhou Kuang mountain in Jiujiang."

"Really!"

Gu Zheng's voice behind him was not loud, but with a little surprise: "my hometown is in Kuang mountain. After crossing the mountain, the place where there are two ditches is my home."

"Little fellow, where is your home?"

Speaking of this, Gu Zheng turned a layer of skin around the wound gently with his needle sickle.

Numbed by the pain of the wound medicine in front, the soldier who patronized the chat was unaware of it except for a little tingling.

Now he was interested and approached Gu Zheng in a loud voice: "really! My home is near Poyang Lake, not far from the two water streams you said!"

"We are really fellow villagers in the same place."

"Do you know PANJIAGOU?"

"Yes, how can I not know?"

Gu Zheng, who answered the soldier, was very calm. At this time, he had gently clamped the skin with small tweezers, and a silver needle had pierced the skin, together with catgut, through the epidermis, stitching through it.

Gu Zheng, who started next to him, was staring at the stunned onlookers around him. He shuttled steadily with an extremely powerful rotten needle angle. He didn't forget his continued gossip: "when I left my hometown, I was young."

"I remember the fish and shrimp in Panyang lake. It's strange that the delicious taste. The fish and shrimp in the stream at my door are not as delicious as the big lake in front of your house."

"How to say, always feel less?"

"That little fresh mud smell!"

"Yes, it's the smell of mud!"

As the two people spoke in unison one after another, Gu Zheng also tied the fish intestines in his hand with an equally terrible knot at the last wound. With such a click of his small scissors, the suture operation was even completed.

"I said! Little brother, when the war is over, if we can go back to our hometown and make an appointment to eat fat crabs together! How about it!"

"Yes!"

Speaking of this, the soldier in front just wanted to add something excitedly. Gu Zheng patted him on the shoulder and gave him a notice of the success of the operation: "little brother, have a rest quickly, I'm finished sewing!"

"Ah! When did you do it? Why don't I know? Hey! We Jiujiang people are powerful. I don't feel any pain at all."

The soldiers who were stunned by Gu Zheng recovered very quickly.

He stood up, turned his head back foolishly, and tried to use the stunt of twisting his head 180 degrees to see what his back injury was.

But under the reminder of everyone's laughter, he touched his head and shouted to Gu Zheng: "it's agreed that we'll retire from the army and go home to catch crabs together!"

Then he waved his fist at Gu Zheng and rushed out of the military tent.

Seeing Gu Zheng here, he shook his head and couldn't speak too full. The soldier had to carry through the infection period of the previous three days without fever and pus, which was considered temporary safety.

Unfortunately, Gu Zheng, who didn't believe in tears and couldn't worry about it, was buried by waves of injuries.

This campaign also ended with the victory of Nanqi.

There are so many injuries on our side.

What if there is an indescribable defeat?

Gu Zheng, who has been frowning, is too busy to think about it under the pressure of high-intensity work.

Chen Qingzhi, who saw that his master had led the army back, didn't wait until Gu Zheng had time, so he had to go back to the former army camp first and wait for Xiao Yan's return.

The energetic young general surnamed Xiao untied the red robe wrapped in his armor and threw it in the direction of Chen Qingzhi to meet him at the door. Then he habitually wanted to hand over the knife to the other side. When Gu Zheng was ready to receive the knife early in the past, he found that his hand fell empty.

Xiao Yan found that another bookboy he used to have disappeared. He turned around and handed the knife to Chen Qingzhi. Then he asked casually, "where's Gu Zheng? Why don't you see this boy?"

Hearing this, Chen Qingzhi couldn't care to put Xiao Yan's knife on the shelf. Instead, he reported to Xiao Yan with a little admiration: "Lord, Gu Zheng is helping in the military medical account!"

"Have you forgotten that Gu Zheng said it when you inadvertently asked us about our plans for the future yesterday?"

"He wants to be a doctor, the kind with superb medical skills."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan seemed to remember that there was such a thing. Hengdao immediately sat in front of the case, smiled at Chen Qingzhi and asked, "Hey, is there such a thing?"

"I thought this boy was just saying it casually. Who doesn't know that if you work with the Xiao family, you will be my schoolboy again. After working for two years, you can either find a place to recommend you as an official, or work as a supervisor in the Xiao family's manor."

"How can you think of a doctor."

"I didn't say that. If he really has this idea, he can go to the ethnic studies of the Xiao family, start with reading medical books and books, and then follow the doctors who are good at this in the family for a year or two."

"Gu Zheng is such a silly boy. As soon as he came up, he went to find the medical captain of the army."

"Can Gu Zheng stand the bloody and messy environment?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Yan shook his head happily, picked up the pen and scroll on one side, and planned to write the playing table to the imperial court.

But Chen Qingzhi, who has hung up his robe, proudly straightened his chest and returned crisply: "Lord, you guessed wrong this time."

"Gu Zheng not only didn't panic, but now he has started to deal with the injured soldiers in the hospital."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yan raised his head with interest and said with a smile, "that's a good thing. On the contrary, I hope my people can teach students according to their aptitude."

"If Gu Zheng can really learn the three or two points of doctor Xu and March and fight in the future, your Lord, I will take Gu Zheng with me every time."

Hearing this, Chen Qingzhi was confused. He whispered, "what's the matter, sir? Is doctor Xu very powerful?"

This time, Xiao Yan's head didn't lift up. His men kept on answering, but he sighed slowly: "he is not only powerful, but also makes me confused."

"Do you know who Dr. Xu is?"

"Lord, who is it?"

"He is Xu Zhicai. The Xu family in the East China Sea has been practicing medicine for generations. The ancestor is Xu Xi and a natural and unrestrained figure of Confucianism."

"Their family is not as famous as our Xiao family, but they are also ranked among the gentry."

"If it weren't for his strange temper and temperament, your Lord, I couldn't get him into the military doctor's family. Ha ha."

"Cheap Gu Zheng!"

Seeing that the LORD was so happy, Chen Qingzhi was also happy for his little partner Gu Zheng. He didn't forget to ask Gu Zheng more: "Lord, I don't know which subject Dr. Xu's medical skill is biased towards?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yan had a slight distortion on his face. When he wrote a meal, he suddenly smiled: "doctor Xu is also a wonderful person. He is best at gynecology. A prescription is worth thousands of gold. Ha ha ha!"

Hearing his Lord, he was so happy to laugh at his schoolboy. Chen Qingzhi's face on the side was calm and self-contained, and he couldn't help distorting it.

Xiao Yan on one side rarely saw a different expression on his little schoolboy's face. Coupled with this triumphant victory, Xiao Yan, in a good mood, waved in the direction of Chen Qingzhi.

"Come on, don't think so much. If you don't come with me to have a hand talk when you have this worry time."

This is the Xiao family's hobby. It's also because he never sleeps when playing chess. Few people around him will cater to his bad habit.

Only the schoolboy around him, silent every time, could follow his rhythm and fight until dawn.

No wonder he can't live without such a sensible schoolboy.

As for him, what is he doing now, another quite comfortable schoolboy who can serve his daily life?

He is now cooking the soup on the stove while watching Dr. Xu deal with the arrows shot into the flesh.

Until this time, Gu Zheng didn't know how much the original TV series had poisoned him.

In order to show the heroism and unyielding of the characters, they bite the towel and dig out large pieces of flesh and blood, as if only such a miserable situation can create a hero with some flesh.

But what Dr. Xu has done now has overturned all Gu Zheng's previous impressions.

Who said that the ancient doctors were the spokesmen of rough manufacture?

People have used standardized mass-produced medical tools, okay?

The tool for taking arrows on the battlefield has a unified name, called Kai Zi.

It is divided into bronze and iron.