Chapter 516 Am I Wrong?

The military doctors of Jubaoshanwei were very busy today, not only had to deal with the wounded in the headquarters, but also sent someone to the Jin'an Qianhu Office to help. Liewen.com Ww』W. Lie Wen. CC

Jin An saw that his men were called to cook the cloth, and only new cloth was called for.

"Why cook?"

In the past, when there were wounded people, their treatment method was to apply medicine and then bandage them directly. When did they cook it!

Jin An couldn't help but went over to ask.

A doctor was suturing the wounded's thigh with a needle and thread, and said impatiently: "It's disinfection. If it is not disinfected, who knows if there is any virus on those cloths! When the time comes to bandage it, you are trying to save people." , still want to hurt people!"

The doctor didn't stop his hands while talking, and the guy who was stabbed in the thigh had already taken Mafeisan, so he didn't feel that someone was sewing his body.

Jin An watched the needle and thread go through the flesh, and pulled it from time to time, and suddenly felt his teeth hurt and his body numb.

After sewing up the wound, the doctor got up and smiled at the wounded who was still under anesthesia: "I can't die, and I will be a good man again soon!"

Not far from the side, a doctor had just finished suturing the wounded's abdomen. His bloody hands took out a small notebook, leaned over the wounded's ear and asked, "Brother, is there anything unfinished?" ?"

The wounded man's body trembled slightly, he half-opened his eyes, and said weakly, "I...I want to eat... pig's trotters, I want... fat..."

"A brother wants to eat pig's trotters, he wants fat ones!"

shouted the doctor.

Jin An was taken aback, walked over and asked, "Is he dying? But all the pigs in the camp were killed earlier."

The doctor said in a low voice: "He's dying, according to Uncle's rules, we have to grant him all wishes that can be fulfilled."

Jin An said with a look of embarrassment: "There are no pigs in the camp, if we sell them specially..."

In Jin An's view, it is enough for these dying sergeants to stare at his pension afterwards, and buy a pig just for him, which is a bit...

"Uncle!"

"Uncle..."

In a greeting,

Fang woke up.

"Uncle."

The doctor glanced at Jin An with some dissatisfaction, then pointed to the wounded man whose chest was heaving slightly and said, "Uncle, this brother's organs have been broken, and the unfinished business is to eat pig's trotters."

This sergeant was under Jin An's command, so Fang Xing looked at him inquiringly.

Jin An said resentfully: "Uncle, there are no pigs in the camp."

Fang Xing leaned down, "Brother, hold on, the pig's trotter will be here soon."

Turning around, Fang Xing said sullenly: "Go, make him a pig's trotter right away!"

Jin An reiterated again embarrassingly: "Uncle, there is no..."

"Then go buy it, grab it if you can't buy it! Go grab it from the Jiaozhi people!"

Seeing Fang Xing's face was livid, Xiaodao led the people away without saying a word.

Jin An stood there, watching Fang Xing go to comfort the wounded one by one, and he would stop to comfort those who were seriously injured.

After Fang Xing turned around, Jin An leaned over to admit his mistake, even though he thought he was right.

"Uncle, I made a mistake..."

Fang Xing frowned and said, "It's not you who are wrong, but the rules in the army!"

"These soldiers are fighting for the country, but they are not allowed to eat a pig's foot before they leave. What kind of bullshit rules are these!"

Fang Xing cursed in a low voice, feeling depressed, and went outside.

"Old Seven, you stay on guard outside and don't allow anyone to come in." Fang Xing walked into a room where sundries were piled up.

When he came out again, there was one more thing in his hand.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Not far outside is the kitchen. Not long after Fang woke up, Xiaodao came back with someone.

He took the lead, holding a pig leg that was still bleeding.

"etc."

Fang Xing yelled when he saw Xiaodao was about to rush into the kitchen.

The cook in the kitchen almost peed in fright when he saw Fang Xing. He thought he had done something wrong by spitting into the dishes while cooking lunch.

Fang Xing opened the pressure cooker in his hand and cleaned it, then ordered: "Go, ask that brother what kind of pig's trotters he likes to eat."

Xiaodao ran quickly, and when he came back, he said in a bit of a dilemma: "Master, that brother said he wanted to eat something boiled in white water, and he wanted it to be boiled until it was rotten, but he..."

Fang Xing didn't need anyone's help, he quickly burned the pig's trotters, washed them and put them in the pot.

"What's this?"

The cook saw Fang Xing put the lid on, and then added a hat on top, so he couldn't help feeling very curious.

"Fire!"

The flames rose immediately, and while licking the pot, it also illuminated Fang Xing's expressionless face.

I did not mean it……

I must not mean to...

Xiaodao saw Fang Xing's face gradually sweating from the side, and his eyes seemed to be a little...

pain!

"Chi Chi Chi..."

A gust of hot air rushed out from the top of the pot, and the little hat began to spin rapidly, so frightened that the cook almost exclaimed.

But Fang Xing didn't move, his eyes were still dull.

Do you regret it?

Looking at those soldiers who died for your tactical service, do you regret it?

As if it was a century, as if it was only a second, Fang Xing raised his hand, looked at the time, then took the pot down,

"Water!"

Cold water was poured on the pot, and after a click, Fang Xing opened the pot, poked it with chopsticks, and said with satisfaction, "It's overcooked."

But this pig's trotter still didn't catch up with the time in the end,

Looking into those lifeless eyes, Fang Xing put the pig's trotter on the ground: "Burn this pig's trotter to him."

Jin An, who was used to life and death, comforted him at the side: "Uncle, you personally made him a pig's trotter. If he knows it underground, he must..."

The latter words were blocked by Fang Xing's glance.

What kind of look is this?

Jin An thought it was violence and killing!

But in a blink of an eye, Fang Xing's eyes became calm again.

Back at the chief secretary's yamen, Zhu Gaoxu was struggling with how to deal with those prisoners. After seeing Fang Xing, he immediately pushed the matter to him.

"This king can't do such small things, Fang Xing, I'll leave it to you."

Zhu Gaoxu patted his ass and left, leaving more than 10,000 prisoners for Fang Xing.

Fang Xing sat on the chair, rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Have all the serious injuries been treated?"

Fang Zheng replied, "Uncle, all those seriously injured have been treated."

Zhu Rong felt that Fang Xing's body seemed to be a bit cold, so he asked: "Uncle, although the weather is not too hot, those corpses are not easy to store after all, should they be buried?"

"The land of Cochin is fertile, so don't add any more nutrients."

Fang Xing's tone was calm, but it made people feel cold.

"make!"

Fang Xing's hand pinched the armrest with such force that it turned white.

"Building a Beijing view!"

Fang Xing said coldly in his eyes: "It doesn't have to be divided into several, just one, and it will be built on the trail where the scouts discovered today."

hiss!

Fang Zheng and Zhu Rong looked at each other, secretly admiring Fang Xing's ruthlessness.

Literati are no worse than warriors!

It was later confirmed that Cochin people often walked on that trail. When the corpses of those thousands of people were sealed in a big bag of earth, it is estimated that no one would dare to walk that trail again.

Fang Xing saw that the two were a little stunned, so he said calmly: "During the Song Dynasty, Li Chao also broke through the three prefectures of Yong, Qin and Lian and then slaughtered the city. Ben Bo is just setting up a Beijing watch, it doesn't get in the way."