noffsinger Chapter 218: She knows medical skills? No wonder she can prick people with needles
Chapter 218: She knows medical skills? No wonder she can prick people with needles
The more Ning Yi thought about it, the more confused his mind became, without even a vague picture.
He frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and his brown pupils followed Dr. Li's hand. His eyes were extremely serious.
After reeling in the line, Doctor Li felt as if all his strength had been drained away. His body softened like a puddle of mud and he almost fell to the ground. It was Ning Yi who reached out and supported him.
Yesterday, Xiao Yan's wound split open, and Doctor Li had been busy treating him for almost the entire night. He had just gone to rest, and less than an hour had passed when Ning Yi came in carrying the bloody man.
As a doctor, although he didn't know the man's identity, he couldn't just stand by and watch him die.
But he was seriously injured. The wound on his stomach was treated, but the wounds on his body caused by wolf bites were even more serious than the wound on his stomach.
If he gets infected, he won't survive more than a day.
He looked at Doctor Tu and said:
"Check to see if he has a fever."
Although Doctor Tu is only assisting Doctor Li, his body is now unable to bear the strain.
But fortunately, he is better than Dr. Li now.
He reached out to touch Lin Qingchen's forehead, and as soon as he touched it, he was shocked by the scorching temperature.
"Oh no, I have a high fever."
Dr. Tu is a doctor himself, so he naturally knows what a high fever means at this time.
Doctor Li's expression became serious, and he immediately ordered:
"Give him some pills to reduce the fever, and bring him some towels and a knife."
As soon as Doctor Li finished giving his instructions, Doctor Tu hurried out.
Looking at Lin Qingchen, who was unconscious but red all over, Doctor Li said:
"No, his injuries are too severe. If the wounds get infected and the fever doesn't subside, I'm afraid he won't survive this."
Ning Yi didn't know what to say, and he knew that Doctor Li was not talking to him at the moment, so he didn't say anything.
"Little brother, please help me to the table."
Ning Yi helped him to the table, and Doctor Li took out paper and pen and started writing.
He felt that he needed Lin Zhaoyue's help. The girl was not the kind of person who could not distinguish between public and private. Even if he had some friction with the current "young master", the identity of this "young master" was not simple. If there was really any grudge, the girl would probably not be as carefree as she is now.
Ning Yi glanced at the three words "Lin Zhaoyue" written by Doctor Li, then glanced at the lying Lin Qingchen, pointed at her name and said:
"His fifth sister."
"Little brother, don't worry about whether she is charming or not, just help me to go see the young master first."
The young master has a special identity and certainly does not want more people to know his identity. However, the girl already knows him. But after writing this letter, Doctor Li did not hold out too much hope. He just hoped that the young man would be kind enough to save the person lying there.
Ning Yiwei pursed her lips and said nothing more.
Xiao Yan half leaned on the bed, looking at the letter handed over by Doctor Li, and a hint of surprise flashed across his dark eyes:
"You said she knows medical skills?"
Doctor Li did not dare to lie and said:
"Miss Lin's medical skills are better than mine."
Being above him, no wonder he would prick people with needles.
Xiao Yan raised his lips in a shallow arc and chuckled, as if he was holding something, his tone was a little casual:
"Then let's do as Dr. Li said. Ning Yi, bring Miss Lin here!"
Ning Yilian didn't respond. After taking Xiao Yan's letter, he quickly disappeared into the yard.
……
The sky is filled with wind and sand, and the flags are fluttering.
On the stage, Lin Zhaoyue, dressed in dark blue clothes and holding a long sword, looked at the crowd below the stage and said:
"Who's coming next?"
The girl's voice was low and powerful. Every word she spoke was clearly heard by everyone present. They all felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
It's really strange.
Everyone looked at each other, glanced at the five people who were knocked down by Lin Zhaoyue and remained silent, and whispered:
"How about you go ahead and give the general some face?"
"No, you go ahead, I don't want to lose this person..."
……
The general just said that he would form a team of 100 people, led by Miss Lin II, to conduct new combat training.
Lin Zhaoyue was of noble status, and everyone would give her some face for the sake of Duke Lin and Lin Kaiji. In addition, she had been busy helping the army build a reservoir these days, so everyone had more respect for her.
At least Lin Zhaoyue is different from the delicate noble lady in their minds.
But no matter what, Lin Zhaoyue was just a woman. To the older people, they just looked at her as a little girl. They could encourage and support the younger ones, but it was absolutely impossible for them to command themselves.
Unless she is as outstanding as the general, it is convincing. But obviously, a little girl who may not even have killed a chicken cannot be better than the general.
The general was watching from the side, and some generals and lieutenants did not want to go against the general's wishes, so they hinted to their subordinates to go up and give the general face.
In such a harmless matter, they were willing to do a favor for the general, but the people under him might not be willing to do so.
Although those people just now said that they went up voluntarily, they were not convinced in their hearts.
Lin Zhaoyue knew all of this.
She had envisioned this kind of scenario before forming the Eagles.
It is never easy to conquer a person.
Given her status, there won't be any clowns like in the storybooks who would provoke and insult her in public by saying how great a group of women are, or how she relies on her family background. Then she would beat him into submission, and the man would be so impressed that he would swear to follow her till death.
If there really is such a person, she wouldn't dare to use him.
Most of those who join the army are ordinary people. Ordinary people’s ideals are the purest ideals. They want to achieve success and defend their country.
They are working towards great ideals, but first they face huge practical problems.
They have families to support and survive.
To gain a person's loyalty is both complicated and simple, or both simple and complicated. It always starts with the goodness and meanness of human nature.
However, these are still too far away for her now. What she wants now is to pick some candidates who meet her target and conduct testing and training.
Lin Zhaoyue glanced at everyone and said:
"I know why you are here. It is all for my brother's sake. So, if anyone can join the Flying Eagle Team, in addition to your current salary, I will give you an extra 100 taels of silver per month."
A tael of silver?
An ordinary soldier only received one tael of silver a month, a sergeant received one tael and two hundred wen, and a centurion received three taels.
To become a sergeant one must serve in the army for three years. When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.
One tael of silver is enough for a poor family to eat for three months, as long as they don't get sick and no one in the family goes to school.
Someone in the crowd asked:
"Is it really an extra subsidy of one or two taels of silver?"
Lin Zhaoyue nodded and said:
"Of course, if you join the Flying Eagles, there will be additional contracts, and those contracts will be documented in the government..."
Before Lin Zhaoyue finished speaking, someone immediately responded:
"I go."
"I'll go as well."
"I would like to go..."
……
As everyone was talking, they rushed to go on stage.
Seeing this, Lin Zhaoyue waved her hand and passed the prepared contract to the nearest soldier.
The soldier was illiterate, so he passed the contract to a literate person, who took the contract and began to read it.
"Regarding the open selection of the Flying Eagles..."