Chapter 60: Mild cases can be cured, but severe cases are beyond recovery!
When Sun Simiao arrived, all he had to do was carry out a simple cleaning and disinfection, and apply a special wound medicine to avert the danger.

Then he walked to Xuanwu, who was the most seriously injured.

At this moment, Xuanwu fell to the ground, unable to move his limbs. There was nothing abnormal on the surface, but the internal Qi in his body was disordered and many meridians were broken. If he was not treated in time, he might not survive the night.

Seeing that everyone around him was his own people, Ying Heng no longer concealed himself and directly pressed down on Xuanwu's head. A stream of extremely pure and yang, heavenly-level true energy instantly poured into him.

This true qi circulated several times in Xuanwu's body, cleansing out all the remaining true qi in Xiang Yu and reconnecting his broken meridians with the magical power of the true qi of heaven and man.

In just a few cups of tea, Xuanwu's complexion had returned to normal. Although he was not fully recovered, he was no longer in danger.

With a "thump", Xuanwu struggled and fell to his knees.

"I failed to protect the farmland, and I am ashamed of my crime, sir. I am willing to accept the death penalty!"

Ying Heng nodded calmly: "Can you see the enemy's appearance clearly?"

Xuanwu replied, "The man who came has a burly figure, a tiger back and a wasp waist, holding a long spear. His cultivation has reached the peak of the Grandmaster. The most shocking thing is his invincible power. After just a few moves, I was unable to resist."

After hearing this, Ying Heng narrowed his eyes slightly. Combining the comprehensive analysis of the intelligence transmitted by the Jinyiwei during this period, a figure has emerged in his mind.

Xiang Yu!

Humph, I didn't go looking for you, but you dared to come to me to provoke me. Do you really think that you can dominate the world with those mediocre kung fu skills?
"Please ask Doctor Sun to apply ointment to the brothers who have been injured. You can continue to perform your mission."

"Yes!"

Xuanwu bowed again.

Ying Heng checked the farmland where two potato seedlings were stolen and had a rough idea in his mind. He then returned to the barracks to see if Wang Ben needed help.

After all, they sent soldiers to help me guard the fields. Now that there are casualties, I can't just sit back and watch.

Outside the military camp, in the interweaving light of moonlight and torches, nearly a hundred injured soldiers were lying on the ground. Apart from using cloth to bandage and stop the bleeding, there was no other way to deal with it.

As for the soldiers who had suffered severe internal injuries, they couldn't even stop bleeding. In just a moment, the bright red blood had soaked their chests.

Some of them had deep abdominal injuries and were beyond rescue; some had lung injuries and were bleeding with every breath and were also beyond rescue.

Some had their thighs pierced. If they were lucky enough to avoid tetanus, they would still have a chance of survival. Otherwise, amputation would be the only way to save their lives.

The night wind blew by, bringing with it waves of heavy breathing and the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

On the battlefield where flames of war were raging, Wang Ben squatted down and checked the bloody wounds of the soldiers one by one, tears rolling down his face uncontrollably.

He felt sorry for these brothers who had lived and died with him, and he also hated his own inability to change the situation. He secretly vowed to avenge them!
He came to a young warrior whose abdomen was pierced by a sword and looked at the young face carefully.

"Kid, what's your name? How old are you?"

"General, my name is Wang Meng. I am only 19 years old this year. I have been following you in battle for four years."

When Wang Ben heard these words, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife and choked with sobs.

"Nineteen years old, only nineteen years old!"

But the young soldier endured the pain and forced a smile.

"General, don't be sad. This is a battlefield. Life and death are determined by fate."

He continued, "My father is a veteran soldier under your command. He once fought with you against the State of Qi. You once personally saved his life on the battlefield."

"From that day on, he vowed to repay the enemy with his life, but fortunately, after the war he was able to retire and return home, and he didn't get to repay with his life."

"Before leaving, he asked me to follow in your footsteps and continue fighting until I pay this life back."

"General, rest assured. I have a younger brother. When he grows up, he will serve under you." "General, the moment we joined the army, we were already fearless. We had already put death aside."

The little soldier's words were like a sharp knife piercing Wang Ben's heart. His tears were hot and bursting, dripping into the dust.

Seeing this, the wounded soldiers around began to comfort their general.

"General, don't cry! Dying on the battlefield is the fate of us soldiers. General, all you have to do is avenge us!"

"Yes, General, don't worry about my family's affairs. My brother will take care of us. General, don't be sad for us."

"General, you treat us like your own sons. We are willing to go through fire and water for you. We only hope that in the next life, we can still be your soldiers again!"

"Brothers, you have to hold on, everything will be fine!" Wang Ben roared, his eyes red.

"Although I am not young, the sword in my hand is not yet blunt. In this battle, I will take heaven and earth as a lesson and make the thieves pay with blood. I will never let your blood be shed in vain!"

At this moment, a soldier who had lost too much blood staggered and finally fell to the ground. His face was as pale as paper, but there was a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had heard the general's oath and left peacefully.

Wang Ben rushed forward, but could only watch the blood flow unstoppably.

Suddenly, a cold and urgent voice sounded: "Burn the knife red and burn the wound!"

When everyone looked back, they saw Ying Heng rushing over and making this puzzling suggestion.

Wang Ben was full of doubts, but in an instant he remembered all the magical qualities of the Thirteenth Young Master Ying Heng and gave the order without hesitation.

"Quick! Heat the tip of the knife, quick!"

Zhila~!

As a burst of hot white smoke rose up, the bleeding from the wound miraculously stopped.

However, the imperial physician Xia Wuqie reminded in a deep voice: "This is only a temporary stop to the bleeding. If the wound is not treated properly, it will still be life-threatening!"

Wang Ben looked back again and saw Xia Wuqi finally appeared on the battlefield, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"Old Xia, hurry! I have more than a hundred seriously injured soldiers who need urgent treatment. Let's see how many can be saved!" Wang Ben urged anxiously.

Upon hearing the sound, Xia Wuqie, regardless of his old age and frailty, hurried forward with two disciples, racing against time to check the injury.

He quickly untied the bandage, carefully applied a few drops of herbal juice, and then re-bandaged the wound.

Most of these were superficial injuries, but faced with penetrating wounds and severe injuries to internal organs, Xia Wuqi could only shake his head sadly, unable to do anything.

His eyes revealed deep helplessness and regret, and he could only walk silently in front of the irretrievable life.

Wang Ben followed closely behind, and his heart grew heavier with every wounded soldier he passed.

It turns out that less than 20% of those who can be saved!
Soon, Xia Wuqi finished his consultation and turned to look at Wang Ben with a bitter face.

"General, you have been on the battlefield for a long time, so you are naturally familiar with this situation. There are too many of these wounded people that I am unable to save."

"Their lives and deaths are at the mercy of fate. It is a blessing in disguise that 20% of them survived."

He went on to say, "For those with minor injuries, we will keep them under observation for now. If the wounds do not swell or ulcerate within seven days, they may still have a chance of survival. As for those with serious injuries..."

Xia Wuqie glanced at Wang Ben's expression, which showed that he had understood the situation, and continued, "If anyone's limbs are severely injured and they are willing to undergo amputation, please send them to my clinic immediately. I will do my best to perform surgery on them during the day, and perhaps they can still save their lives."

"But once the internal organs are damaged, alas..."

"It is better to inform the family as soon as possible so that they can see him for the last time. Even a god cannot restore a person with such injuries."

(End of this chapter)