Chapter 175

When Yan Mo put his hand on his head, the second-level soldier Yun Ying seemed to have no response. But after a while, he blinked a few times quickly. Soon, life appeared on his face.

It's better to hear than to see it with your own eyes.

The miracle that happened right in front of him made all the injured patients who were still conscious excited.

When Yan Mo took his hand away, Yun Ying sat up. He looked at Yan Mo in surprise, and then looked down to see that he had broken a big belly. It grew, and his belly grew! He doesn't have to die, he can live on!

Yun Ying let out a wild scream of excitement, and the wounded soldiers shouted at him with dazzling eyes, and those who waited for death did not want to wait. Since Yun Ying can survive, they will definitely be able to!

grown ups! grown ups! Yun Ying didn't know how to thank him, he could only get up and knelt down to Yan Mo and kept calling him lord.

Bing Xie stared at the Heiyuan warrior, thinking that this kid is lucky!

Yan Mo's footsteps stumbled. Yun Ying's injury was less severe than that of the chief trench, but he spent the same amount of life force.

Da He, Bing and Yun Ying all wanted to help him subconsciously.

Do not touch me! "Yan Mo immediately stopped drinking, remember, even if I fall, don't touch me. Didn't Ah Zhan prepare that big piece of shòu skin? When I can't move, Dahe, wrap me in shòu skin and send it back. Tent, don't touch my skin."

Yes. "Da He looked at him worriedly, my lord, can you still do it?"

Yan Mo looked at the injured people on the ground and looked at him with hopeful eyes, and then looked at the seriously injured people who had been awakened by him again. He had to move if he didn't want to.

Grass Town! "

exist. "

How many of you are caring for the injured? "Yan Mo took the wooden spear that Da He handed him and leaned on the ground to support his body.

more than ten. "

Separate the patients from me! "Yan Mo quickly ordered, this, this, and this, all carried to the east! All those who can walk by themselves go to the south to stay, and the rest don't move. I ordered people to boil water, and a lot of clean water. Yes. Show me all the medicinal herbs, and the golden needles on those injured must not move."

Yes. " Kusamachi hurriedly called for help.

Yun Ying eagerly wanted to do something, and also got up to help Kusamachi.

Dahe ran directly and called a bunch of soldiers to join hands.

Cinnamon and Gan Yu also came with Caoding. Cinnamon saw the big river and laughed until she burst into tears. She heard about her man from behind, but she couldn't believe it, until now she has seen it with her own eyes.

Dahe walked to Cinnamon and whispered a few words. Cinnamon stroked his arm, looked at the white-headed priest not far away, nodded while listening, and his eyes were full of gratitude for that person.

Yan Mo saw that there were a lot of people, and the current conditions have improved. Dahe, you will assign people to me, clean up the ground, and smoke away all the flies and mosquitoes flying around with torches, as many as you can drive. Boil water and scrub all the wounds for me! If you don't dare to do it, ask Kusamachi how to do it. "

Yes. "

Bing, Grass Town, this is the Injury Camp from now on, you don't need to ask what it means, just remember it. Listen carefully, first, the excrement and urine of the soldiers in the wounded barracks must be cleaned up, and it is not allowed to be disposed of near the wounded barracks. Second, a sufficient number of torches must be plugged in to ensure that the place will not be invaded by snakes and insects at night, and the brightness should also be ensured. Third, there should be no shortage of people at night, and the wounded who cannot move should be turned over. "

People who are seriously injured and those who are about to die are most likely to think wildly in the dark, and this kind of dark thinking is easily contagious. To give them light is to give them hope. And someone who takes care of them diligently makes them feel like they won't be abandoned.

Yan Mo kept all the things he could do so far, and distributed herbal medicines according to his rough injuries.

Many people noticed that the white-headed priest took out a large amount of medicinal herbs from the shòu leather bag around his waist, but no one asked much. In their opinion, no matter what happened to the white-headed priest, it was normal.

Yan Mo also took out a lot of red salt crystal blocks. This is the way they flew over. He let Jiufeng stop in the salt lake for a while and added new goods.

This is red salt, one of the specialties of the Jiuyuan tribe. Boil them all, Somachi, do you know how to get fine salt right? "

Kusamachi nodded.

Bing and the other warriors stared at those pale red crystals with greed and desire in their eyes, is this salt? ! This white-headed priest actually took out so many salt blocks at once!

Bing even remembered the salt production of the Jiuyuan tribe, and he must tell the chiefs about this important matter later.

When Da He saw Yan Mo take out the red salt, he was surprised at first, but in a flash, he seemed to understand something and smiled. The Yanshan people can find salt everywhere.

Seeing these salts, Dahe no longer doubted that Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan said that the Jiuyuan tribe would not make people hungry. In this land, tribes with salt land always lived better than other tribes.

Yan Mo is busy, but in an orderly manner.

He is very experienced in teaching students, sees the men and women who come to help as the worst students and nurses, instructs them in the most subtle way of handling herbs, and does not get angry when they break and do wrong. The processed herbs are jiā

o For those who have some experience in caring for injured patients, such as Kusamachi and Qiuning, let them do anti-inflammatory and hemostasis treatment for traumatic patients.

When Qiu Ning came, he seemed a little worried that Yan Mo would reject him, but he soon discovered that this was an illusion. Yan Mo instructed him, just as he told Kusamachi, and he valued him as much as he valued Kusamachi.

Yan Mo sneered when he saw that Qiu Ning was both proud and complacent. What does he have to do with a little brat? If it wasn't for Qiushi who was too shy to respond to others, he would slow down or even hinder all progress. He wished that Qiushi, who has more medical experience, would come to help. He couldn't do everything alone.

Grass Town, Cinnamon, Gan Yu, come here. "Yan Mo took out a handful of twine and picked out the thinnest thread for them.

Do you have needles with holes in your hands? "

Grass Town, Cinnamon, and Gan Yu nodded together. Needles with holes in the back have been spread among the tribes because of their convenience and ease of use.

Remember what that guy did? "Yan Mo asked Grass Town and Cinnamon.

The two froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile. Gan Yu looked at the two of them and said nothing. In order to make life easier, she tied the child on her back with shòu leather.

Tell Gan Yu what to do. This row of the lightly wounded, and the few who need sutures, you arrange for each other to suture their wounds. "

sew on? "Gan Yu was surprised.

Well, how to do it, Kusamachi will tell you, Kusamachi, do you remember what to do before and after stitching? "

Remember. Kusama nodded vigorously, she had long wanted to use the suturing method Xiao Mo taught her to sew up big wounds for the soldiers, but she was about to try it out, but Qiu was just seen by the first stitch. Ning told the old priest that she was almost executed by the old priest. If it wasn't for Lord Eagle and Hie to protect her, she might have died, and she didn't dare to do anything later.

Very good, let's go, don't be afraid of those soldiers screaming in pain, let them bite a piece of cloth in their mouths and endure it! Kusamachi, you teach them to come to me, I still have something for you to do. "

Yes! "

Qiu Ning was surprised to see that the white-headed priest actually asked Cao Ding and the others to sew up the wounds of the soldiers with needles and thread, but was slapped directly on the head by Bing.

Qiu Ning, Mr. Qiushi is old, you should grow up, you'd better remember everything the white-headed priest did today, he will not do useless things. "

Qiu Ning looked up at Bing, looked at it for a while, and finally rubbed his head and whispered, "I see. "

Bing and Dahe followed Yan Mo closely and arranged things the same way as he saw him. They couldn't understand what he was doing at first.

Bing almost wanted to urge Yan Mo to save people, but seeing his weak appearance, he was too embarrassed to speak.

After a while, they discovered that Yan Mo seemed to have made people do a lot of things in a mess, but these arrangements quickly showed results.

The injured people were all gathered in this open space in a chaotic manner. No one in the tribe wanted to come here. The place was full of rancid and unpleasant smells. There were flying flies and mosquitoes everywhere. All that arrived was the wailing and groaning of the wounded and the sick.

The seriously injured are waiting to die, those who are not seriously injured just want to get out of here as soon as possible, and the lack of drugs and effective treatment means that many people who are not seriously injured are getting worse day by day.

Others were inexplicably comatose, hot all over, vomiting, and so on. No matter how diligent Kusamachi was, he couldn't take care of all these people. The fact that the soldiers and tribes that were dying constantly were about to be wiped out made many wounded people lose their will to survive, so the situation here was getting worse and worse.

But now the space has all changed.

With sufficient manpower, everyone worked together to quickly clean up this open space. The excrement and urine layers on the ground and the places soaked with blood were dug up with stone knives and filled with new clean soil.

All the dirty shòu leather beds were also replaced. If the shòu skins were not enough, the weeds that had been shaken off were used as bedding.

Most of the stinking wounded patients have been cleaned, and the pus and blood on their bodies have been wiped away as much as possible. Most of the flies and other mosquitoes were driven away, and the soldiers' will to survive was reawakened, and the wounded and sick camp mentioned by the white-headed priest suddenly became completely different.

The lightly injured were treated as quickly as possible. In the past, the injured were all mixed together. Even if someone recovered, it was not easy to see, but now it is clear at a glance.

The injuries in the wounded barracks seemed to be decreasing significantly, and this also made the mood of everyone present even higher.

hope! hope! The White-headed Priest gave them visible hope!

Outside the valley, the head of the She clan, Bo Wu, let out a furious and unbelievable roar.

Why? Why did their great form change dramatically in less than half a day?

In the morning, the fourth-level warrior who appeared yesterday rushed out of the valley with a group of warriors from the Primordial Tribe, and they naturally intercepted and attacked them as before.