Marry a powerful minister and remain a widow?I’m done with the book-wearing female role!

Jiang Yuzhu looked calm and talked about the anatomy, which made Mo Yan and Shen Zhilan get goosebumps.

Afraid, the two of them couldn't help but look envious.

They can only treat injuries superficially and cannot cure serious illnesses.

"Cousin, actually Yan'er and I both want to learn more about you."

After being stabbed, too many soldiers fell down due to failure to treat their injuries in time, and slept forever.

Having seen so much about life and death, Shen Zhilan was unwilling to give up hope of life.

Jiang Yuzhu readily agreed: "Okay, there is an opportunity now, as long as you think about it."

About half an hour later, the next two carriages arrived.

Xie Zhao handed over Scarface's body to his men, took the cloak sent by his men, and naturally put it on Jiang Yuzhu. He asked for advice: "Yuzhu, why don't you go with your husband?"

The battle ahead is intense, and obstacles have been cleared along the way.

Riding a fast horse to the camp would at least shorten the time by half, but the north wind was biting and not as comfortable as sitting in a carriage.

Being with Xie Zhao makes me feel safe.

Jiang Yuzhu stretched out her hand almost without thinking.

Xie Zhao drove the horse forward quickly. When the horse started running, it brought up a gust of cold wind.

Jiang Yuzhu huddled in Xie Zhao's arms, covering her whole body tightly.

The north wind is bleak and the snow is falling.

Soon, snow fell on Xie Zhao's shoulders, and the snowflakes fell as they shook. The cold wind blew them into Jiang Yuzhu's cheeks, making them cool.

She moved uneasily, turning her head as much as possible to brush off the falling snow on Xie Zhao's body, but she saw that Xie Zhao's eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost.

His hands were also cold.

Only then did Jiang Yuzhu realize that Xie Zhao not only held her in his arms, but also gave her his cloak.

"Pause!"

Jiang Yuzhu shouted.

Although Xie Zhao hesitated, he did not ask, but obediently slowed down the horse's speed.

After slowing down, Jiang Yuzhu untied the cloak and turned around to put it on Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao seemed thin and tall. Jiang Yuzhu straightened up and fell into Xie Zhao's arms, forming a hugging posture.

"Yuanhe, Tianhan, you need a cloak more when riding a horse."

Jiang Yuzhu was already wearing a goose down jacket and was being carefully protected in Xie Zhao's arms. She was not cold at all.

Xie Zhao had already put on a large cloak, which still carried Jiang Yuzhu's body temperature and elegant fragrance.

"Yuzhu, you still care about your husband."

It was freezing cold, snow was falling all around, and it was all white in the distance, with no end in sight.

Xie Zhao held the horse, with a hint of smile in his eyes. He felt warm in his heart and seemed to have endless strength.

Jiang Yuzhu did not deny it, but nodded after hesitation.

She found that Xie Zhao had very low requirements for her. It was clearly him who put the cloak on her body, but Jiang Yuzhu just felt guilty and refused to return it, but Xie Zhao over-interpreted it.

It seems that if you are nice to him, he will see it and remember it in his heart.

In the book, the male protagonist lives his whole life alone and has little regard for love between men and women. Why is it different now?

After Jiang Yuzhu replaced the original owner, Xie Zhao also changed without knowing it, showing some true temperament.

The horse started running quickly again, and when it arrived at the camp in the north of the city, the surroundings were in chaos.

"The princess went on an expedition and was injured by the barbarian's hidden weapon. She is currently being treated in the military doctor's tent!"

Some soldiers saw Xie Zhao and rushed forward to report.

Xie Zhao came to the camp in the north of the city not only as an imperial envoy to transport food and grass, but also as a military advisor with a decree.

The situation outside the city is now complicated. Daqi soldiers were ambushed by barbarians, and even Princess Yutan, the god of death, was stabbed and injured.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Princess Yutan did not choose to be tough, but ordered the troops to retreat.

Bonfires were lit everywhere in the camp, and in each tent there were soldiers waiting to be bandaged and given medicine to stop the bleeding.

Jiang Yuzhu went to the main tent first. Princess Yutan's wound had not been bandaged yet. She didn't care about the injury and was discussing matters with several generals.

Hearing that Jiang Yuzhu was coming, Princess Yutan stood up excitedly and said: "Yuzhu..."

Unexpectedly, when the two sisters met again, they would be in the large tent of the military camp in the north of the city.

"Huaiqing, he..."

Princess Yutan hesitated to speak. She really didn't know how to explain to Jiang Yuzhu.

Because of Jiang Huaiqing's disappearance, Princess Yutan was in a state of confusion.

Precisely because she understands the cruelty on the battlefield and the ferocity of barbarians, it is even more impossible for her not to be distracted.

Jiang Yuzhu opened the medicine box and found a small tent in the middle.

Taking out the liquor used to disinfect the area around the wound, Jiang Yuzhu did not hesitate and replied calmly: "I know everything. I believe my second brother. He goes to Jiangnan all year round to sell goods and has many friends from all walks of life, so he knows not to take risks. "

If Jiang Huaiqing was captured, the news would have already spread to the barbarians.

Princess Yutan's wound showed an open cross, indicating that she was not injured by the barbarian's sword.

"Second sister-in-law, please bear with me, I need stitches now."

If not sutured, the small wound will tear repeatedly and there is a risk of infection even in winter.

In the medicine box, there are sutures made of mulberry bark.

Suturing is Jiang Yuzhu's strong point. While Princess Yutan was stunned, the wound had already been bandaged with medicine.

Jiang Yuzhu didn't say much, she still wanted to rescue the soldiers who came down from the battlefield.

As long as she acted faster, she might be able to save one more person.

The tent could no longer hold it, so most of the injured soldiers bandaged themselves, giving the opportunity to the seriously injured brothers who were first in line for treatment.

"I'm fine, brother, come first!"

There were voices of humility all around, and Jiang Yuzhu couldn't help but feel sour in her heart.

Some soldiers knew they were seriously injured and were looking for someone they trusted to make a will, saying their last words calmly.

With a longing for life in their eyes, they used their last strength to say before they died: "I don't regret it, it's just a pity that I couldn't kill more barbarians. Brothers, I will rely on you in the future..."

"If one day Daqi captures the city of Surabaya and drives the barbarians back to their home base, you should sprinkle water and wine on this land and let us know, otherwise our brothers will be thinking about this even if they are ghosts..."

Then, the person with regret slowly closed his eyes.

The person next to him did not cry, but silently covered him with a sheet as a final farewell.

"Quick, send someone seriously injured to my tent!"

Jiang Yuzhu sent someone to increase the brightness of the oil lamp and began to treat the wounded.

The first seriously injured person was a recruit who had a hole in his stomach. He thought he would die and had already left his last words.

Jiang Yuzhu gave him Ma Fei Powder and comforted him: "Close your eyes and have a good sleep. You won't die."

Jiang Yuzhu had no distracting thoughts and concentrated on the operation.

After completing an operation for more than half an hour, Jiang Yuzhu wiped her sweat and shouted: "Quick, next one!"

No matter how powerful a person is, the number of people he can treat is still limited.

Jiang Yuzhu realized the problem. The battlefield was much crueler and bloody than she thought. She needed a capable assistant to help her hand out the tools, which would greatly shorten the time for surgery and treatment.

Secondly, more doctors who are good at treating trauma must be recruited to join.

It would be impossible for her and the small team of Shaoyao and others to save thousands of soldiers by herself.