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Text: Day 195: Living an upright life

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    Shuiying walked all the way west, and after three days he had reached the northwest of Qian'an County.  A county town under this prefecture is right on the edge of the Great Wall, very close to Santunying and Xifengkou.  In the future, this car will drive slowly and it will take only an hour.  However, in this era, marching basically relied on walking, and the distance of eighty or ninety miles was only a day or two.

    As a reward, Huang Taiji burned all the grain that could not be transported in the Santun camp and fled to Xifengkou.  Qin Mingtao's strategic goal of driving the Tatars out of the customs was about to be achieved, so the pace of reforming the water camp slowed down. He only advanced thirty miles a day and began to prepare for the withdrawal to Tea River Island.

    It¡¯s already early summer, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Every few miles we walk, we have to stop to drink water and rest.  The soldiers all put on uniform gray Haibu summer clothes, but they were still soaked with sweat.  It wasn't until the evening that it got a little cooler. The southeast wind blowing from the Bohai Sea broke into the plains of North Zhili and made the campfires in Gaishui camp crackle.

    The center of the camp is a school field, and next to it is a large tent with ventilation on both sides, inside which lie the wounded from the Yongping battle.  Although the Zhenglan Banner was defeated in that battle, the casualties in the Gaishui camp were not small. More than 400 people died on the land of Hebei.  There were also three to four hundred lightly and seriously injured people who were given treatment to the doctors accompanying the army.

    Surrounded by a "shadowless lamp" made of a large circle of candles, Fan Yiliu in the "ward" held a set of Nanhai steel scalpels in his hands and carefully cut open the skin and flesh near the wound of the wounded.  After carefully inspecting the suppurating wounds of the wounded, Fan Yiliu sighed after all.  He stared blankly at the patient with a high fever for a long time before walking to Qin Mingtao's side.

    ¡°Your Highness, I¡¯m afraid this is enough.¡±

    Looking at Qin Ming who frowned and said nothing, Fan Yiliu shook his head helplessly.

    Since Qiangang treated the wounded in Gaishui Camp, the Swiss doctor captured by Pang Ning has stayed in Gaishui Camp.  On the one hand, Liaodong, which few Westerners reached, was clearly a good place for Western naturalists.  On the other hand, Gaishuiying, where he is constantly fighting as a doctor, also needs him.

    Qin Mingtao patted this contemporary Bethune on the shoulder and nodded.

    Being used to Pang Ning's threats, sarcasm and scolding, Dong Wang's trust in people moved Fan Yiliu a little. He stood there and thought for a while, trying to find a way to save the wounded man.  But this seventeenth-century Swiss finally sighed and walked over to a hospital bed next to him.

    Several students studying medicine with him followed him pushing candle carts.  Rearrange it next to it.

    Qin Mingtao walked to the injured side.  He touched the wounded man's forehead.  My hands felt horribly hot.  There was a bowl of anti-inflammatory and heat-removing Chinese medicine on the floor beside the bed, and I only took a small sip.  It's still warm to the touch.  Qin Mingtao thought for a while.  Pick up the bowl of Chinese medicine with your left hand.  Use your right hand to lift the wounded man up from the bamboo bed.

    Zhao De saw this.  He quickly came up and said.  "Father. I'm coming."

    Qin Mingtao looked at Zhao De.  He shook his head lightly.  He looked back.  Just as he was about to put the medicine bowl to the mouth of the unconscious wounded man, he saw that the wounded man woke up in a daze.  The wounded man finally opened half of his eyelids.  First he saw Li Chengzong standing at the end of the bed.  Suddenly his body trembled.  As if struggling to sit up.

    "Dad Li"

    But he failed to sit up after all.  The last bit of strength in his severely injured body was exhausted in the blink of an eye.  The wounded man lay limply back on the pillow.

    It was then that he saw Dong Wang sitting next to him, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

    "Your Highness, I can't stand upI can't salute"

    Qin Mingtao nodded and said, "Drink the medicine. Once you are well, follow me to fight the Tartars!"

    Hearing this, the wounded man saw the medicine bowl held by Dong Wang, and his red eyes suddenly mist, and two tears welled up.  Qin Mingtao put the bowl to his mouth, raised his head slightly with Qin Mingtao's hand, and took a sip.  But as soon as he swallowed the medicine down his throat, he coughed violently, his body heaving violently and he coughed out all the medicine.

    The wounded man seemed to be in great pain. He held the edge of the bed and vomited, then spit out the only bit of medicine he had just swallowed.

    Looking at the wounded man with a painful look on his face, Qin Mingtao's face became increasingly ugly, as if he was suffering the pain with the soldier.  His hand holding the medicine bowl became tighter and tighter, as if he was going to crush the porcelain bowl, which made Zhao De and others speechless.

    The wounded man retched for a long time before he slowly moved back to the pillow, took a breath and said miserably, "I can't surviveI know my own bodyit's useless to take medicinebut I vomited all over His Highness"

    After finishing speaking, the wounded man grinned and looked at the officers surrounding him. His eyes and tone seemed to be talking about a trivial matter.  It took Qin Mingtao a long time to come to his senses and shook his head. He put the medicine bowl on the ground next to him and said to the wounded, "Is there anything you can't let go of? The camp has taken care of you."

    ? ?p; Outside the camp, it was the darkness of this era.  Qin Mingtao glanced at it for a long time, but felt his heart getting colder and colder.

    But the scenery suddenly changed, as if something was shaking.  Looking at the mountain through the flintlock gun, Qin Mingtao saw a streak of white streaking across the dark night.  Qin Mingtao blinked, thinking that he had seen it wrong, but that flash of white jumped out of the darkness again and moved slowly towards this side, as if it were the most terrifying demon of this era, constantly pressing towards Qin Mingtao.

    Qin Mingtao suddenly shuddered, and there was a surge of anger all over his body.

    "Come on! Come on! No matter how weak my Han energy is, I am not something you and other northern monsters can covet!"

    He gritted his teeth and aimed at that flash of white, his finger already on the trigger.  But that streak of white didn't flinch. It moved faster and faster in the darkness, approaching more than a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.  Qin Mingtao was stunned, and suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in front of him. Looking over the mountain through the flintlock gun, the white streak gradually became clear.

    Where is the demon from the north? It is a piece of silver mountain armor.

    The fire next to the outermost Juma was violently knocked over and no longer gave off a trace of light.  A whistle outside the camp suddenly screamed loudly,

    "Night attack! Huang Taiji!"
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