Chapter 468 The Shroud of Death

As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers began to get busy. They seemed to have found spiritual support, and their originally panicked expressions calmed down.

One of the lieutenants couldn't help but stood up and asked cautiously: "Miss Han, Wang, how is the prince doing?"

The soldiers who were moving stopped again. Everyone looked at Han Fei nervously, for fear of hearing some bad news from her mouth.

It did not disappoint. Han Fei said in a positive tone: "The prince will be fine, I promise!":

In fact.

Han Fei cannot guarantee it.

Qin Che's condition is now stable, but if he starts to have a fever tonight, it will be very serious.

But, you can't tell them this.

Qin Che is their spiritual belief, and this belief represents the morale of all the military. Once something goes wrong with Qin Che, the entire army will go into trouble. It is like a huge running machine, and now, the core of the machine is out of control. When there was a problem, she was just a maintenance worker, trying her best to save the machine and keep the entire machine running.

Sure enough, after everyone heard Han Fei's affirmative assurance, their hearts that had been holding on to them slowly relaxed.

Miss Han is so powerful, she will definitely be fine. There is nothing that Miss Han cannot save!

right! Miss Han is a miracle doctor!

Everyone looked at Han Fei with a look of gratitude. They silently began to follow Han Fei's instructions just now, dismantling all the tents that were not needed and moving them to the medical tent. When everyone was ordered After the command, the work efficiency increased rapidly. It took almost no time to set up the tent, and all the injured were moved over.

Han Fei continued to order people to thoroughly clean up the entire medical area. Even though the disinfection method here was very immature, this was the best way Han Fei could think of.

In order to prevent air turbidity, the entire medical range was set up in a location with the best air circulation, and soldiers were asked to continuously boil waste water, which must be absorbed when treating wounds. All used instruments were strictly boiled in boiling water before use. Can be recycled.

This move that puzzled everyone was arranged like this. Even if everyone didn't understand that Miss Han wanted so many troublesome things, no one resisted out of their absolute trust in Miss Han.

Soon, the effect of such a complicated matter was very obvious. The injured patients lying in the medical position felt much more comfortable. The air they breathed in their noses was fresh, no longer turbid and mixed with rotten and bloody air. And the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and even because of Han Fei's request, everyone developed the habit of washing hands frequently, which led to a much higher wound healing rate.

At this time, no one would doubt that these actions taken by Miss Han were in vain. On the contrary, she implemented them more actively. From the beginning, she washed her hands reluctantly, but now she washes her hands whenever she has time. In this way, The change is quite huge. After all, these soldiers used to be a group of big men, and they always thought it was too girly to be so particular. Now, as long as they can reduce a little pain and reduce the pain of their companions, they are willing to do anything!

However, even if Han Fei tried her best to issue orders to improve the environment, it still could not change the fact that there were too few military doctors in the army. Even Han Fei herself was too busy to even close her eyes and rest, and she also had to take care of Always observing Qin Che's situation, Han Fei's face turned pale over time, and her thin body was almost imprinted in the eyes of all the soldiers.

No one would have any doubts about Miss Han. They were sincerely grateful. Miss Han, who was still loyal to the prince at such a moment, treated poor soldiers like them equally and never showed any unfair treatment. Even when she was just taking a short break after an overload of work, whenever she heard someone's condition had worsened, she would rush there without saying a word.

but……

Even though Han Fei worked tirelessly to treat these soldiers, people died every day.

Even when they died, these strong men never showed any signs of cowardice. When they were dying, they would still show gratitude to Miss Han.

And now, Han Fei once again faces a life that is about to pass away.

This was a soldier who had a punctured lung and was about to die from an infection. It could be said that Han Fei's best efforts were to drag him out for so many days, but still, she couldn't save him.

These days, Han Fei has seen too many such deaths.

The eyes were bloodshot.

She held the bowl and tried to pour the medicine into the soldier, but the soldier could no longer swallow it and his breath became weaker and weaker.

As he lay dying, the soldier said with a trembling voice.

"Han, Miss Han...enough, enough...leave the medicine to those who need it more...don't waste it..."

Han Fei's eyes turned redder, and even the surrounding soldiers' eyes turned red. Even though they had seen too many deaths, no one could get used to this moment.

Han Fei clenched her hand tightly and stubbornly drank the potion to him, even though it was of no use.

"Don't be afraid, there is still a lot of medicine, just drink it."

The soldier still refused. He still had something to say, and with his last effort, he begged Han Fei extravagantly. "Miss Han...am I a good soldier..."

"You are, you are all, you are the best army under the prince, you are all the best soldiers."

"This... is enough, enough..."

"Stop talking and drink the medicine. Your companions are still waiting to go to the battlefield with you."

"Miss Han... I know... I can't do it... I don't regret it. Your Majesty... is the best general, yes, the God of War... and you, you are the goddess..."

Han Fei was startled.

"My mother said that only a goddess can save the world and be compassionate. A goddess..."

"Stop talking and drink the medicine. You need to rest and you can stand up."

"Miss Han...thank you...thank you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier's eyes began to blur, but before he died, he still spoke softly.

"I really want to... go to war with the prince... again..."

Since then, there has been no more interest.

Han Fei stood there in a daze, a little helpless.

Around him, other soldiers who were familiar with the soldier had red eyes.

Here, people die every day. This kind of panic is unavoidable. They would rather die on the battlefield and die with honor than watch their own weakness and die slowly.

Even if there were not sufficient reserves of medicinal materials in the medicine depot, some seriously injured soldiers would want to commit suicide in order to save military supplies and give them to their comrades who need them more.

But no one knows that there are enough medicinal materials in the medicine storehouse. She sneaks in alone every night and fills up the medicinal materials continuously. Those medicinal materials are obtained from Xiahou's treasure.