Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1178: War Reaped Life

This was troubleso. Since western dicine wouldn’t work, then let’s just use traditional Chinese dicine. Ning Shu applied the mashed fresh herbs to the commander’s wound, and then bandaged it with gauze.

The effect of traditional Chinese dicine tended to be mild. Although it worked rather slowly, at the very least, it had stabilized the commander’s injury and stopped it from worsening.

Ning Shu had drawn all of these herbs and described their growing environnts, then Tang Zheng had sent soldiers to the mountain to collect them.

Ning Shu was now extrely glad that she had learned dicine from a godly doctor in a past plane. That was what allowed her to be able to easily cope with these things. Truly, things you learn will always eventually play a huge role.

After dealing with the commander’s wound, Ning Shu put the dicine chest on her back again and returned to the tent. There were patients everywhere, with all kinds of wounds on their bodies and faces of pain and despair.

Xiao Tong had been dealing with all this by herself. Her legs were shaking, but she gritted her teeth and continued at it.

There were too many wounded soldiers. Ning Shu and Xiao Tong were treating people without taking a single break. It was like their brains were in a state of stupor. When they saw an injury, before their brains even had a chance to react, their hands were already holding tools. They were completely relying on muscle mory.

There were still the sounds of aircraft roaring overhead. From ti to ti, bombs would be dropped, so their nerves were very on edge. It was very tiring, very exhausting.

In this kind of situation, Ning Shu’s heart started to beco filled with a sense of despair. She didn’t know when this would end and what her fate would be in the next mont.

War reaped human life. It destroyed civilization and crushed human faith.

Ning Shu was so busy that she didn’t even have ti to think. She suddenly heard soone call out to her, “Zhu Suniang.”

Ning Shu ignored it, but that voice called again. Ning Shu finally reacted and when she turned around, she saw Zhu Yanqiu lying on a wooden board. His leg was bleeding heavily; the blood dripped down his lower leg.

“Zhu Suniang.” Zhu Yanqiu’s voice was filled with pain and fear.

Ning Shu walked over to feel his leg and he imdiately inhaled sharply in pain and started sweating all over.

Zhu Yanqiu’s lower leg bone was broken, and there was a clean knife wound under his knee. From the looks of it, he had been cut with a blade.

When she lifted the flesh, she could faintly see the bone. Blood stread out the side of the wound; it was a grueso sight.

“Zhu Suniang, my leg will be fine, right?” Zhu Yanqiu’s voice was trembling. It hurt so much and was also so scary.

Ning Shu furrowed her brows slightly. What did Zhu Yanqiu go off to do to end up with this kind of wound? She grabbed a needle and started sewing up the wound. Afterwards, she sprinkled a little hemostatic powder, then bandaged the wound.

She tied several sticks to his leg with a thin rope to keep in place.

Zhu Yanqiu asked, “My leg will be fine, right?”

“I don’t know. Maybe just to be fine, maybe it won’t.” Ning Shu headed elsewhere to work. She didn’t even want to find out how Zhu Yanqiu had gotten injured.

Zhu Yanqiu yanked at his hair in pain, then looked at his leg. He was very scared. At that ti, as the bayonet shone brightly under the sun and cut into his leg, his heart was filled with fear and also despair.

His leg, his ambition.

“Zhu Suniang!” Zhu Yanqiu shouted towards Ning Shu who was busy working.

Ning Shu ignored him. There were so many wounded that were waiting for help, she didn’t have ti to chat with Zhu Yanqiu.