The door of the barracks was open, and the strong wind carried pieces of cold snowflakes through the doorway, which made people shiver all over their bodies, and they couldn't help but shiver.
The wind was cold, the snow was cold, and the atmosphere in the barracks was cold.
Zhao Wudi sat on the bed, his heart was at a loss, and he didn't know when and where he offended this half-grown baby Mo'er still stood there, sulking silently, but she couldn't think of why she was angry, and there seemed to be no reason for her.
Mo'er also felt a little embarrassed in her heart, and felt a little remorseful for the unreasonable troubles for no reason, but it was impossible for her to say something apologic.
At the same time, she muttered in her heart: Zhao Wudi, you big bastard, you are careful, you are still not a man, can't you say a few soft words to this girl, you are soft, won't this girl forgive you Whether they want it or not, whether they want it or not, the wheel of time will not stop turning, and the world will not change because of them.
"Mo'er, Mo'er, why haven't you come yet, what are you two doing, staring at each other, Wang Ba looked at the mung bean, and met the eyes" Qin Gang saw that Mo'er hadn't gone out for a long time, so he chased after him in a hurry, and happened to see this strange scene, so he made a few jokes.
"Ah, oh, Uncle Qin, I'll go get something."
Mo'er blushed and hesitated, and then, under the pretext of taking something, she plunged headlong behind the curtain.
As for Qin Gang, Zhao Wudi had seen it, but he was not familiar with it, so he had to give up his hand: "This big brother, the Turks are attacking the city" "Hehe, Mo'er calls me uncle, but you call me eldest brother, it's not appropriate."
Qin Gang said with a smile, then his face was solemn, and then he talked about the war, and said: "The Turks have as many as 10,000 horsemen, and they confronted our army with the skill of riding and archery, causing a lot of casualties. ” "The general is injured" Zhao Wudi was shocked when he heard this, this was just the beginning of the siege, and the top general of the Tang Army was injured, listening to Qin Gang's meaning, the injury was not optimistic, which showed how fierce and tragic the battle was Thinking of this, I don't know which tendon is wrong, Zhao Wudi owes again, and said casually: "Mo'er still understands medical skills" Who knew that Mo'er said Mo'er, Mo'er got out from behind the curtain, holding a small package in her arms, her nose curled, and she snorted coldly: "When you are injured one day, just come to me, I promise that I will not cure you" suffered, Zhao Wudi shouted in his heart that it was not good, and accidentally offended him again.
"Hehe, Mo'er, let's go."
Qin Gang glanced at the two of them, said hehe, and left with Mo'er.
"Wait for me, I'll go see the general," Zhao Wudi followed closely, causing Mo'er to roll his eyes.
The arrow is still the same arrow, the injury is still the same injury, first Na Lang thought left and right, and couldn't make up his mind.
Now, there is another Mo'er, frowning, a pair of beautiful eyes sometimes open like a full moon, sometimes squinted like a crescent moon, the same tiger bites a hedgehog, there is no way to say that Mo'er is nowhere to start.
An old man and a young man were stumped by an arrow.
If it is replaced by a pawn, even if it is a lieutenant or the like, such an arrow wound, Lang Zhong can deal with three.
However, the one who was hit by the arrow in front of him was a great general, the grandson of the founding father Yi Guogong, if he was crippled, would Lang Zhong have a life in the future The border army has more than 10,000 soldiers, and if they spit on each other, if they can't drown, they will die of disgust.
Lang Zhong couldn't help but sigh secretly: It is difficult for eternity to die only, let alone being disgusted to death "Mo'er, how sure are you?"
Qin Huaiyu asked softly.
Mo'er's mother is the aboriginal of Shuofang City, and her ancestor is Langzhong, and there are no men in her mother's generation, so this ancestral medical skill is finally passed on to Mo'er.
It's a pity that her mother died early, and she didn't have time to teach the young Mo'er, so she had to leave a codex for her to figure out by herself.
However, this child has a good understanding, relying on the foundation laid when he was a child, he has been tinkering with it for the past few years, and he has a lot of experience with this sword wound.
Hearing General Qin's expectant question, Mo'er shook her little head and said embarrassedly, "Mo'er is not sure either." ” The two Lang Zhong, one big and one young, both said this, and Qin Huaiyu also accepted his fate, and if he was crippled, he would be crippled, and he would never go to God to get the imperial doctor "Mo'er, this healer, just follow your usual methods and start dealing with it, and you can stand it."
Qin Huaiyu made a decision.
Now that the generals have decided, let's start dealing with arrow wounds, there's nothing to be afraid of Zhao Wudi finally understood Lang Zhong and Mo'er's worries, the feeling was that there was a barb on the arrow, and the part of the arrow was the position of the shoulder blade, which was really troublesome to deal with.
"General, can you let the kid check the arrow wound" Zhao Wushu recommended himself and took the trouble over.
"You" Mo'er glared at Zhao Wuyi, unabashedly suspicious, and wanted to see his intentions.
"Hehe, that little scout brother, thanks to your intelligence, we were able to close the city gate in advance and arrange the city defenses, so the casualties were reduced, and I thanked the soldiers of the three armies."
General Qin has a lot of opportunities, where can he remember Zhao Wudi's name, but he still remembers this person.
As for Zhao Wudi's desire to see the arrow wound, General Qin had no reason to refuse, and it would not deteriorate if he saw it People often say that they rush to the doctor when they are sick, and General Qin gave full play to the spirit of "treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor".
"Wherever there is water, I have to wash my hands first, and cold water will also be available."
Zhao Wudi has the blood of the enemy on his hands, as well as the soup of mutton, as for the dust, there is no need to go into details.
"What's wrong," Mo'er glanced at him.
Cold water is easy to do, hot water is also ready-made, the general wants to treat arrow wounds, how can he not prepare hot water Zhao Wudi made a basin of hot water, scrubbed his dirty hands repeatedly, changed three basins of water before he was barely satisfied, wiped his hands with a dry cloth, and said: "Dirty hands can't touch the wound, and other dirty things can't do it, it will cause the wound to deteriorate and pus." ” Zhao Wudi really didn't know how to pretend to understand, in his previous life, when he was fighting in the south, he listened to what those missionaries from the extreme west said, and it was later verified that it was indeed like that.
"And this statement" Lang Zhong muttered to himself, and looked at the blood stains on his hands, and immediately felt the urge to wash his hands.
And Mo'er's eyes were also shining, and she secretly looked at her little hands, and then hid them in her sleeves.
Zhao Wudi roasted his hands on the brazier again, and only after he was completely dry and his blood was smooth did he carefully examine Qin Huaiyu's arrow wounds.
With a press of his fingers, after a while, Zhao Wudi's brows stretched and he made up his mind
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