Hard to be a good wife

"Come here, send Tang Junyi and the two young masters to Yuxin City!" Wang Zizhao ordered.

"what?"

"Why?" Tang Yue and Zhao Sanlang yelled at the same time, and even Pingshun looked at Wang Zizhao with a puzzled expression.

"The situation has changed. For the safety of the three, it is better not to accompany them."

"I'm a military doctor!" Tang Yue emphasized, how could any doctor accompanying the army not follow him on the road?What is he doing here?

"Yuxin City is not far away. If there are wounded people, this king will order people to send them to Yuxin City. Xiao Lang will be ready in the city to meet them."

"That will delay the injury!" Tang Yue argued vigorously: "Your Highness, there is no need to go to the front line, as long as a medical station is set up at the rear, there will be no danger."

Wang Zizhao raised his eyebrows, but still had concerns.

In his opinion, the life of a thousand soldiers is not as good as that of one Tang Yue. He must protect this man, even if he fails.

"I have fifty guards by my side. If Your Highness is not at ease, how about sending me another fifty guards?" Tang Yue asked with a smile.

Wang Zizhao hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement, "Since you insist on this, I will promise you that if there is any danger, I will send a signal to inform you."

"Here." Tang Yue made a bow, and compared to Wang Zizhao a very good pair of scissors.

Wang Zizhao was dazzled by the smile on his face, and thought to himself: This gentleman of the Tang family looks ordinary, with a warm smile, and I don't know which lady is lucky enough to marry him.

"Cough..." Putting aside the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, Wang Zizhao looked at the other two burdens.

Zhao Sanlang stood up and said firmly: "Your Highness, no matter how incompetent Zhao Xian is, he will never run away. If he is a deserter today, how will he gain a foothold in Ye City in the future?"

"It's a matter of life and safety, don't be arrogant!" Wang Zizhao frowned and taught. Originally, he was selling the face of the two princes, and brought these two burdens to experience.

There is no need for them to go to battle to kill the enemy, just let them experience the difficulty of marching.

Now the situation ahead is unclear, and the identities of these two people are precious, if it is lost here, he will not be able to explain it.

"Your Highness, don't worry. I would like to ask you to be a witness. Whether life or death is your choice, it has nothing to do with others." Zhao Sanlang's expression was extremely firm. Before that, he still had various worries and tensions.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to retreat before the battle!

He gave Ping Shun a push, "My lord, what's your decision?"

Ping Shun bit his lip, glanced at Tang Yue, and said loudly, "Shun also wants to participate!"

There is absolutely no reason to let him retreat alone, he is a coward, but if he does not take this step, he will never have the opportunity to move forward in this life.

He is just confused, not mentally handicapped, he knows what is the right decision, and he also knows Tang Yue's intention in bringing him.

Wang Zizhao nodded in satisfaction. It seems that these two people are not completely incapable of plasticity. As long as they perform well in this trip, he doesn't mind cultivating them carefully.

He is still young and has been on the border for many years, and besides Hu Jinpeng, he has no other strong followers.

The injury to his legs this time also made him see clearly that his position is not very firm, and there are only a few people around him who will never leave him. If these two people can be cultivated into talents, it represents two forces, for others and for himself. It's all good.

After reaching a consensus, everyone set off again, but the speed increased a lot, and the atmosphere of the team became serious.

The sound of hooves and footsteps intertwined,

Wang Zizhao and Hu Jinpeng discussed all the way, and finally came up with a strategy to lure the enemy out.

The team changed suddenly, separated a caravan of a hundred people, piled up several large carts with the accompanying food salute, and took off the armor, it really looked decent.

Hu Jinpeng really wanted to push Ping Shun to become the son of a wealthy businessman, because his image was so suitable that he didn't need to pretend at all, just act in his true colors.

However, this person has a special status and average ability, so he really dare not push him to play as a striker.

So he had no choice but to choose an ordinary-looking soldier, put on a set of Tang Yue's clothes, and whiten his face, so that he barely looked like that.

If Tang Yue hadn't been lacking in force, he would have recommended himself. Occasionally, it would be quite enjoyable to be able to show off money from local tyrants.

Hu Jinpeng himself changed into a samurai uniform and pretended to be the captain of the guard, and then led the people away first, while Wang Zizhao led the rest of the people to slow down and wait for the signal.

When he was about to enter the predetermined range, Wang Zizhao refused to let Tang Yue pass anyway, and ordered people to find a flat place to camp and prepare a temporary medical station.

Tang Yue also knew the importance, and ordered the guards to put out the medicinal materials and utensils that accompanied them in an orderly manner, and store them separately according to their purposes.

Everything was ready and Dongfeng was the only one. Looking at the guards of Bailai who surrounded him in the center, Tang Yue had an idea and divided them into several groups.

"Which of you can read?" Tang Yue asked loudly.

The guards looked at each other, and it took a while for two young men of short stature to walk out, and said weakly: "My lord, the younger ones can recognize some, but not many."

Tang Yue nodded, and assigned the two to take care of the medicinal materials. He had marked the names of the medicinal materials beforehand, as long as they could recognize the names of the medicinal materials.

During the march, the wounds were almost traumatic, and there were not many types of medicinal materials to be used, but the quantity was large, and it would save a lot of time for someone to take charge of the medicinal materials.

For the rest, Tang Yue arranged a team to transport the wounded, a team to clean up the scene and equipment, and some were in charge of security and logistics.

Tang Yue didn't know who he was most in need of until the arrangements were made. He was a surgeon, how could he not have qualified assistants and nurses?

He can handle minor injuries and illnesses by himself, but if there is a major operation, the speed will definitely be much slower without anyone to assist.

And if it's in the military, nurses are more useful than doctors.

They only need to know simple first aid knowledge, be able to deal with trauma, be able to bandage, and be able to recognize commonly used trauma medicines.

Such people are not difficult to cultivate. If there are hundreds of people, most of the wounded soldiers lifted from the battlefield can be treated in time with minor injuries.

Tang Yue was planning to build a team of nurses in his mind, when suddenly there was a commotion outside.

He ran out of the tent, and the first thing he saw was Prince Zhaogao in silver armor sitting on horseback, whipping the horse away.

He rushed out and grabbed a soldier's arm, and asked loudly, "Wang Zizhao is going?"

The soldier nodded, Tang Yue let him go, and shouted to Wang Zizhao's back angrily: "Your Highness, your legs are not suitable for strenuous exercise!"

The other party didn't know if he heard his voice, but turned back to glance at him. The distance was too far, Tang Yue couldn't see his expression clearly, but the heart that was beating violently just now calmed down instantly.

He has reason to believe that Wang Zizhao is not an irrational person, he knows what is best for him, such worries are completely unnecessary.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Yue ordered: "Okay, everyone get ready, the security team will start patrolling, and if any suspicious person is found, no matter who it is, take it down first."

"Here."

Tang Yue turned around and entered the tent, and when he stepped in, he suddenly thought of two other people who really needed his care.

He slapped his forehead and asked Shan beside him: "Did you see Zhao Sanlang and Shizi just now?"

Shan nodded, "They are following His Highness, didn't you see?"

"Eh..." Tang Yue felt a little embarrassed, and said haha, "I see it, but it's a bit far away, so I'm not sure."

In fact, he was only worried about Wang Zizhao just now, and completely forgot about those two guys.

Amitabha, I hope they have a safe journey, Amen!

Tang Yue changed into a white gown, washed his hands, put on white gloves, a hat, and a mask, and waited anxiously for the wounded to arrive.

This is the first time he has dealt with such a large-scale treatment, or in this ancient times when there is a lack of equipment and medicines, he really has no idea.

I don't know if it was infected by his emotions, but the rest of the people were also very serious. The two guards in charge of the medicinal materials counted over and over again, not only memorizing the names of the medicinal materials, but also memorizing the appearance of each drug in their heads, for fear of When the time came, I made a mistake.

After waiting for about an hour, someone suddenly shouted in front of him: "Quick... where is Mr. Yue?... The wounded are here."

Tang Yue asked them to send people in and line them up to separate serious injuries from minor injuries. As long as patients with minor injuries had medicine, they could bandage them themselves.

"The wounded was stabbed in the abdomen by a sword, the wound was two inches long, turned outward, lost a lot of blood, and the small intestine was damaged..." Tang Yue habitually reported a series of wounded conditions, only to realize that there was no one to help. He records.

He shook his head and said to Shan, who was acting as a temporary assistant: "A cup of light salt water... Cotton... Scissors... Needlework..."

After completing the steps one by one, Tang Yue still couldn't loosen his brows. The wounded lost a lot of blood. The ideal situation should be to give him a blood transfusion, but it is impossible to do it under the current conditions.

"Give him a cup of jujube tea." After Tang Yue ordered, he ordered someone to carefully carry him to the temporary lounge next door. There was only this that he could do.

"Next……"

Bloodstains were left on the temporary operating table built with bed boards. Tang Yue's hands were already stained red with blood, and his white gown was also spotted with spots.

After treating ten wounded in a row, Tang Yue's forehead was sweating, and when he accidentally wiped it with his hand, his head immediately turned red.

Shan hurriedly took a cloth towel to help him wipe, Tang Yue took off his gloves, washed his hands with clean water, and then went to see the other wounded.

"What's the situation ahead? Are the two sides fighting head-on?" Tang Yue asked a soldier who had only injured his thigh.

He untied the bandages that the other party had wrapped indiscriminately, and put on the bandage again, which made the soldier's face blush.

"When we passed through the canyon pretending to be a caravan, we were besieged by thieves. Lieutenant General Hu immediately sent a signal, and the other party dispatched about 300 people. Fortunately, the strength was very different, and they didn't take advantage of them.

When the reinforcements arrived, all the thieves were captured alive, and we wounded soldiers don't know what happened after that. "

Tang Yue patted him on the shoulder and boasted: "Good job!" I don't know if there were any deaths, but judging from the number of wounded soldiers sent, the battle was fairly easy.

After inspecting the wounds of each wounded soldier, those who should be re-medicated were re-applied, and those who were re-bandaged were also bandaged. Only then did Tang Yue realize that half a day had passed, and the sky gradually darkened.

"Lang Jun, do you want to prepare dinner?" Shan came over and asked.

Tang Yue thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Let everyone eat some dry food to make do with the meal. Don't light the fire for now. The light of the fire will easily expose the target. We don't have many people, so safety comes first."

"Here."

"But don't turn off the stove for boiling medicine for the wounded soldiers, and cook some meat porridge for them. It's cold at night, so it's better to eat some warm food." Tang Yue took a tent by himself as a kitchen, specially cooking medicine for the wounded soldiers For boiling water and the like, there is a thick tarpaulin to block it, and the fire is not easy to be found.

When it was midnight, everyone was sleepy, Tang Yue leaned aside, drowsy, thinking about the news ahead but not daring to sleep to death, tortured and exhausted.

"Xiao Lang, go and rest. I'll be on guard. If anyone comes, I'll wake you up immediately." Shan pushed Tang Yue's shoulder, persuading him to go to rest.

"It's okay, wait a little longer, it's been so long, and it's almost over." Tang Yue yawned, rubbed his face, and was about to get up and stretch when he heard someone outside the tent shout: "Hurry up!" Look, there's a fire!"

Tang Yue rushed out, and sure enough, he saw that the sky to the west was illuminated by fire, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air.

His heart twitched, and he wished he could take someone over to see what happened.

The taste of waiting is really uncomfortable.