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Soone asked in confusion, "Doctor Pei?"

Pei Shu’er smiled and nodded, "Yes, that’s ."

Everyone gasped.

It’s over.

Should they wait to die, or die after this little girl’s clumsy treatnt?

Pei Shu’er asked, "Who’s first?"

The wounded soldiers looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Pei Shu’er was really pressed for ti, so she chose the person with the most severe symptoms to start treatnt.

This soldier’s leg was chopped off, and now the wound was festering and infested with maggots, emitting a foul sll.

Yinxing turned pale, glanced at it, and couldn’t help but rush outside to vomit.

Seeing Yinxing like that, the others felt even less hopeful about being cured.

Pei Shu’er, however, remained calm, cleaned out the maggots, and then had to remove the decayed flesh.

When Pei Shu’er was about to cut, the wounded soldier looked at her in fear.

"Wait, wait, don’t do that."

Could she really cut off the flesh from soone’s body?

This Doctor Pei was too reckless in her treatnt, wasn’t she?

Pei Shu’er raised an eyebrow at him, "Don’t worry, I won’t ss you up."

Official Liu frowned as he saw how these people doubted Pei Shu’er.

"Previously, Commander Lu survived because a section of his intestine was cut out."

That person was still hesitating, and Pei Shu’er said, "If you don’t want the treatnt, I won’t force you."

The wounded soldier dared not say anything else; if he refused treatnt, it really ant death awaited him.

There were so many injured every day, and Doctor Liu prioritized those with higher ranks and wouldn’t care for them.

If untreated, all he could do was wait for death.

He gritted his teeth and nodded, "Fine, if you doubt soone, don’t use them; if you use them, don’t doubt them. I’ll trouble Doctor Pei then."

Pei Shu’er nodded lightly, then took out a scalpel to remove the decayed flesh.

The soldier had braced himself for the pain, but surprisingly felt nothing at all.

When he half sat up on the bed, he found Pei Shu’er was already cutting.

He looked at the removed decayed flesh aside, noting it was quite a large piece.

When he saw Pei Shu’er’s expression, his attitude changed.

He thought he felt no pain because Doctor Pei hadn’t started cutting yet, but she was already halfway through.

He couldn’t help but look at the silver needles on his leg, a face of admiration surfacing.

Regardless of anything else, just the skill with these silver needles was sothing most doctors didn’t have; he wondered what kind of acupuncture this was.

Seeing this, others also showed strange expressions, and their hearts gradually cald down.

It seed this Doctor Pei indeed had so skills, even if rumors weren’t entirely trustworthy, her dical skills were better than expected.

After removing all the decayed flesh, she disinfected the wound and applied dicine.

Finally, Pei Shu’er bandaged the wound with white gauze before speaking.

"You should rest quietly for a while, and also, take this dicine."

Pei Shu’er gave him a dicine in a white porcelain bottle, which contained anti-inflammatory dicine and recovery-promoting herbs brewed with Spiritual Spring Water, producing excellent effects.

The second wounded soldier had an injury on his arm, and although his condition was better than the first, it still had maggots.

In the heat of sumr, there were many flies, and no one helped shoo them away, leading to fly eggs on everyone’s wounds, and the heat made them fester faster.

Unlike the first injured soldier, this one had a fever; his cheeks were flushed, and his skin was burning to touch.

Pei Shu’er gave him a fever-reducing pill.

At the sa ti, she scraped the bone to treat his wound, while he gritted his teeth and bore it, but finally realized the expression was unnecessary as there was no pain.

He awkwardly touched his head, realizing the fever had subsided a bit.

Pei Shu’er looked around; there were a total of ten patients here, and the other beds were empty, likely taken away after the people died.

She left a bottle of fever-reducing pills for the second injured.

"Your symptoms are the lightest here. If soone talks nonsense at night, get up to check, and if there’s a fever, give them dicine from this small bottle, it’s for fever reduction."

Then Pei Shu’er placed a black porcelain bottle into the second’s hands.

"This is for treating inflammation, everyone here must take it; make sure everyone takes it three tis a day, one pill at a ti, with hot water."

Another blue and white porcelain bottle: "This is for pain relief. If soone can’t bear the pain, let them take one pill, at most one per day."

The second injured nodded repeatedly, groaning at the complexity.

Pei Shu’er smiled and pointed to small labels on the bottles.

"The usage and dosage are written on them. If you can’t rember, take another look, you can read, right?"

The second injured nodded, a bit surprised by the responsibility but nodded to Pei Shu’er to show he understood.

That night, the dicine indeed proved useful, with effects so remarkable that everyone was getting healthier, and so even recovered gradually.

Those who should have died were assigned to farm fields behind military camps, thus escaping execution.

As for those not affecting combat, they returned to the battlefield.

Of course, that’s a story for another ti.

After treating these ten people, Pei Shu’er found it was lunchti.

When people from another wounded soldier camp called her, she just shook her head.

Sure, saving lives is important, but so is taking care of her own business.

Otherwise, with so many injured, she couldn’t save them all.

To save everyone, the war would have to end, and people stop fighting.

Otherwise, there would still be casualties and new wounded.

She sat beside the tent, selling pastries at noon.

The soldiers had just finished their lunch and were squatting around in the camp eating. Lunch was boiled radish, which tasted quite bad without even salt, leaving everyone’s mouth flavorless.

Then, they saw golden yellow date and egg cakes, cloud-soft rice cakes, tofu snacks emitting a rich aroma, sweet corn cakes, and scallion pancakes with a green onion scent.

Gulp.

The soldiers couldn’t help swallowing.

Hold their bowls of radishes, they inched closer to Pei Shu’er’s place.

Comparing what Pei Shu’er had, they felt like they were eating pig feed.

This girl’s reputation preceded her.

She’s a kind girl who never treats workers badly, providing good food and drink for them.

And she trades for delicious things; everybody knows.

So, during lunch, many soldiers ca to work for food and pastries.

Already many soldiers were going to work on Deserted Mountain during rest tis.

Everyone noticed these soldiers had gained so weight recently.

And often carried a delicious scent of food on them.

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