Chapter 1005: The Surrendered Soldiers Receive Scar Theory

Groups of people came out of the military camp and were separated.

The Mo Dao soldiers of the Tang Dynasty put down their Mo Dao, picked up the Heng Dao, and went in wearing heavy armor to continue checking.

They looked to see if there were anyone hiding, and if there were any, they would catch them.

Their armor is so thick that the enemy cannot penetrate it with spears and knives. They hold horizontal knives as if they are toys, light and airy.

The Tubo cavalry dismounted, stood beside the horse, lowered his head and sighed.

They can't run away. The distance is too far into the Tang Dynasty, and the Tang cavalry will follow them and kill them.

One by one, everyone took off their armor, their hands were empty, and they were not tied up.

Disorganized and divided, they have lost their fighting spirit.

Horses don't matter, not all horses love their owners that much.

Anyone can come and hold it. If you don't want to walk, there is grass on the ground, so take the opportunity to eat a few bites.

There were also stallions who saw the mare on Datang's side while strolling and trotted over.

He kicked forward to get something, and then he was knocked away by the stronger Tang stallion next to him. He was almost bitten, and he suddenly became honest.

"The mare is in heat, take it away, take it away quickly, and go back to find the stallion." Tang Bing saw it and took measures quickly.

You can't just do anything. There is a stallion behind you. The stallion is tall and well-bred.

The mare was being led, and she looked back at the stallion who had knocked the other stallions away. Does that mean you are coming with her?

The stallion was about to go, but the reins were pulled.

The stallion stared and lowered his head when he saw the person pulling the reins. He couldn't do this. He couldn't do it. Mo Daobing was taller than him.

The key is the eyes. Mo Daobing specializes in dealing with enemy cavalry and knows horses very well. When the cavalry charges, Mo Daobing's eyes are focused on how to chop the horse.

Ordinary horses will become timid when faced with such a look, just like when a pig butcher goes to pull the pigs, the pigs don't even dare to hum.

The stallion rubbed his head against Mo Daobing, looking like he was trying to please him.

Horses are actually quite smart, and they occasionally bully others and prevent others from stepping on the stirrups.

But sometimes a child wants to ride a horse and the adults help pull the reins, but the horse won't move.

Ma also seems to know that it is okay not to let adults step on the stirrups, but if the child is thrown, the consequences will be serious.

More adults are kicked by horses than children.

Don’t think that just because a horse is an animal, it doesn’t understand anything, just like a dog.

Occasionally, the domestic dog will bark at the adults, and the children will run over to play, and the dog will have to accommodate the children.

There are also bites, and the consequences are...

"Quickly, report to Inspector Zhang that the main force of Tibet has surrendered." Someone shouted.

Then dozens of riders rushed out, hurrying to see what Zhang Xiaosong was going to do.

In fact, the governor of Anxi could not control Zhang Xiaosong, but the people of Ashina Xian tribe respected Zhang Xiaosong more.

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"Your injury, to be honest, requires surgery. Fortunately, no deep grooves were left, which means that the deep layers of the muscle tissue were not destroyed.

Now it is a hyperplasia, a hyperplasia of scars that protrude above the rest of the skin on the face. After this surgery, the hyperplasia can be reduced. "

In Lijiazhuangzi, Li Yi is treating people and looking at their faces.

The person being looked at was Li Cong, Li Longji's eldest son, whose face was caught by a monkey while hunting.

Two cuts were scratched out, and scars appeared later.

The cut is not a groove, but a bulge caused by scarring after injury.

Two strips are two strips, one strip is long and obvious, and the other strip is very short, like a pimple.

The color is similar to the color of the skin now, and it looks very ferocious.

Li Yi has equipment, including equipment that emits radiation.

What he considered was to use surgery to remove the hyperplastic tissue on the other person's face, and then try hormonal intervention and radioactive treatment.

This type is relatively easy to treat. If a groove appears, it needs to be replenished and then skin grafted. The process is too complicated.

"Can it really be cured? Li Yi, if you cured me, I would..."

"Uh-huh!" Queen Wang, who was holding her son, suddenly coughed.

"I am a brother to you." Li Cong sweat broke out on his temples.

Today Queen Wang, his mother, brought him here to treat the injury on his face.

He almost said the word 'my king'.

When Queen Wang introduced her, she said she was a relative and asked Li Yi to take a look.

What should Li Yi do if he calls out 'this king'? Didn't you hear it?

Queen Wang is probably about the same, and my uncle promises to look distracted.

"It will take at least three years, not three years for surgery. It depends on your skin color. I will perform surgery on you and then go through the follow-up steps, including taking hormone drugs.

I would trade my lifespan for it, and I don’t need surgery. That’s my ability.

The color will gradually change. Then slowly rub it with horse oil ointment and expose it to the sun for up to three years and at least two years. Are you willing? "

Li Yi said, reaching out to hug the little guy. The little guy kept reaching out to Li Yi in his mother's arms to hug him.

When he arrived in Li Yi's arms, the little guy opened his eyes wide and looked at the scars on his brother's face. He leaned forward and said, "Huhu, it doesn't hurt."

He blew carefully again, and it seemed as if the scar was gone after he blew it.

Li Cong is actually a child, but more sensible. He was born in 1970, so he is twelve years old this year.

Li Yi's twelve-year-old child was in the fifth grade of elementary school at the time. He was bullied on campus and mostly played.

Li Cong knew a lot about the royal family.

He also wanted to be a prince. He thought that his younger brother Li Ying would become the prince, but his mother gave birth to a son.

I heard that the mother had been unable to have children before, and it was Li Yi who gave her the medicine.

If the scars on his face can be healed, then... he still can't compete for the crown prince.

Twelve-year-old Li Cong understood these things and knew everything. The prince was the little brother who blew on his scar in front of him.

But this little brother was really cute. He had seen him several times and blew on his scar every time.

"Let's not move, okay? I'll give you ice cream later." Li Yi said to the little guy.

"Okay! Give it to your brother too." The little guy smiled at Li Cong, which meant that I asked for ice cream for you.

Li Yi continued to look at Li Cong's scar: "Fortunately, you are still young and your body is developing. This injury will not leave a big mark."

Li Yi did not say that there would be no mark, that was a lie. It is guaranteed that there will be a mark, but it is just subtle and cannot be seen under normal circumstances.

You will find the difference with a magnifying glass. If the child in front of you does not have a scar, he will look quite handsome, a little boy.

Li Cong nodded vigorously: "When will the surgery be performed?"

"You live in the manor, UU reading books wｗw．ｕukanshu.ｎet I will adjust your diet first, no more than ten days, and then... you learn something from me, I will teach you, mainly about local people's livelihood."

Li Yi told Li Cong that he had to adjust his diet first, otherwise it would be easy for scar hyperplasia.

"Local people's livelihood? They all say you have the way to govern the country." Li Cong asked casually.

Queen Wang narrowed her eyes, and Li Longji turned his head away.

"There are also ways to govern the country, but you are not suitable to learn. You are too old. If you want to teach, you should teach our little one, right?" Li Yi smiled casually.

"Yes." The little guy looked up and smiled at Li Yi. He liked to stay in Li Yi's arms. He had an inexplicable sense of security, which he couldn't explain himself.

In fact, it was Li Yi's temperament. Li Yi was confident. Adults didn't feel that kind of confidence, but children were sensitive.

Queen Wang's narrowed eyes became peach-shaped, and Li Longji turned his head back.