This small town was temporarily taken over, but people still had a little anxiety on their faces.
It seems that the Freedom Army already has a charter in terms of management, and order has been restored in such a short period of time, and the shops are also open for business.
Ji Jinrong talked with the merchants and vendors along the way.
Bought many necessities.
Seeing Ji Jinrong's demeanor of bargaining, Caroline admired Ji Jinrong even more, spontaneously took over the task of picking up things, and walked back with her "trophies" in her arms.
Mostly for her and old Robert.
After shopping around the city, Ji Jinrong asked Caroline to carry the things back first.
He said: "It will be spring soon, and the weather is very humid. Grandpa's leg disease may recur. I will go to the pharmacy to find some medicine for him."
Caroline nodded.
Ji Jinrong watched Caroline go back, and turned to the pharmacy on another street.
The pharmacy is very busy.
Many mercenaries dispensed wound medicine there.
If Ji Jinrong was an ordinary nobleman, he would definitely be frightened by this scene. Every mercenary has various wounds on his body, some are as thick as a bowl, and some almost penetrate the body. The air is filled with the smell of blood, pus and herbs.
Ji Jinrong somewhat hated his keen sense of smell. His entire nasal cavity was filled with all kinds of breaths, and he could even tell from the smell of blood what weapon the opponent was injured by.
Ji Jinrong frowned.
The conditions of the pharmacy were too simple, and many extremely deep wounds were simply bandaged up. As a result, some of the wounded have already developed fever symptoms, and countless wounds have suppurated. Look at everyone's combat uniforms are badly worn out, and their feet are squeezed out from the ripped boots, revealing horrible blood blisters on their feet.
It's not that Ji Jinrong has never seen such a scene.
It's just that at that time, he was still the Son of Heaven with the mandate of heaven, and he could easily change many things.
Now he is not.
Now he is just an ordinary fugitive. In order to protect himself, he signed a contract with the Freedom Army and became an ordinary cook for one of their generals. What can a cook do? To be able to save one's life in such troubled times is already very remarkable.
But if he was asked to do nothing and watch so many people suffer, he would never be able to do it.
These people are not his people.
But these people, like him, are rootless duckweeds in this troubled world.
These people desperately survived for the little thought in their hearts, hoping to see the day when the darkness will end.
This is not his time.
But the suffering of these people made him very sad.
Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer.
Ji Jinrong walked straight into the medicine shop, distinguishing the smell of various medicinal materials. Every doctor and apprentice is too busy to pay attention to him. Ji Jinrong watched for a while, and stepped forward to take over the work of a tired apprentice.
The apprentice only thought he was a newcomer, smiled at him, and sat aside to rest. Not long after, another doctor called the apprentice over and told him to start working quickly.
Ji Jinrong naturally helped the doctor.
The doctor looks very young, about thirty-two or three-year-old, with a gentle temperament, like a scholar. Seeing that Ji Jinrong was flexible in his hands and feet, and could even cooperate with him in simple wound sutures, the other party said in surprise, "How long have you been here?"
Ji Jinrong said vaguely: "Not long." He looked at the mercenary who was stitched up with some admiration, "You are so powerful, you can even endure such pain!"
The doctor nodded too.
The mercenary was grinning in pain, but he was embarrassed to hum when he heard Ji Jinrong and the doctor praise him so much. Enduring the pain, he said, "What is this little pain! Let me tell you, my arm." He raised his hand and pointed it at Ji Jinrong, "My arm was almost given to me by wolves before." Bite it off—it’s not easy to bel right now! My mother said, I’m a lucky person!”
Ji Jinrong said, "Of course."
Seeing that the mercenary was fine, the doctor called Ji Jinrong to treat another patient. It took three hours for them to treat all the injured. The doctor raised his head and saw sweat dripping from Ji Jinrong's nose, so he couldn't help but took out a handkerchief and handed it over: "Your forehead and face are covered with sweat, wipe it off."
Ji Jinrong didn't refuse, but wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. Seeing that it was getting late, Ji Jinrong said to the doctor, "I have to go back first."
The doctor looked at Ji Jinrong in surprise.
Ji Jinrong smiled shyly: "I'm not an apprentice here, I just want to buy some medicine. I don't mean any harm, I just saw that you are too busy..."
Ji Jinrong tried his best to help all afternoon, and the doctor certainly didn't think he was malicious. He said: "I am surprised that you are not even an apprentice, but you are so skilled."
Ji Jinrong said: "It's probably because I often handle ingredients." If he treats the wound as a piece of meat that he usually handles, he can easily figure out how to inject the needle.
doctor:"… "
The doctor said, "Anyway, thank you for your help today. My name is Ryan. How about you?"
Ji Jinrong said, "Just call me Ajin."
Dr. Ryan said: "Your name sounds a bit weird, it sounds like a name that people from the East would use."
Ji Jinrong laughed: "My parents like Dongfang very much, so they gave me this name." He asked Dr. Lai'an for medicine to relieve his leg pain, and said to Dr. Lai'an, "I can still come here in the future. help?"
Doctor Laian stared at Ji Jinrong's pretty face, and felt that this young man was really kind and beautiful. He greeted happily: "Of course! This is the luck of the wounded, and I thank you for them."
Ji Jinrong took the medicine that Dr. Laian had packed for him, and returned to Arthurs' residence.
Caroline had been waiting for him at the back door, and when she saw him back, her heart returned to the original place.
She was a little angry: "brother, why did you go for so long?"
Ji Jinrong knew that Caroline questioned her directly because she already regarded herself as her own brother.
Ji Jinrong smiled and hugged Caroline, and said, "I'm sorry for making you worry." He told what he saw at the pharmacy. Although Caroline likes to run around, she hasn't seen many tragic things, and she feels very sad after hearing what Ji Jinrong said.
Caroline said: "Why don't I go with my brother and you?"
Ji Jinrong scratched her nose and smiled mockingly: "You can't."
Caroline was not convinced: "Why!"
Ji Jinrong said: "Treatment of wounds is not as simple as cutting vegetables. The whole process is very troublesome and meticulous. If you really want you to learn this, you will have a hard time."
Caroline had to admit that Ji Jinrong was right.
I don't know why, it's been only two days since Ji Jinrong woke up, and they didn't have much contact before that, but she has an inexplicable closeness to Ji Jinrong - of course, only to Ji Jinrong these two days. She hated nobles before!
Ji Jinrong said: "The port we passed by today is very good, you can go and see more. The sailors and adventurers there have traveled to many places by boat, and you must hear a lot of interesting things from them." He said expectantly, "Go and deal with others more, and if you have any interesting things, you can come back and talk to me and grandpa."
Caroline was very moved by what Ji Jinrong said, but she felt that this was not acceptable. She pouted: "Then I can't help you with anything?"
Ji Jinrong has always been very patient with those who are classified as "one of our own".
He asked, "Do you think your eyes are important to you?"
Caroline said, "Of course it matters!"
Ji Jinrong asked: "Then are your ears important to you?"
Caroline said, "It goes without saying, it's important!"
Ji Jinrong smiled: "That's right. I can't divide it into many parts. What I can see and hear is only a little bit, and I can't make a good judgment on what to do in the future. If you can Be my ears, be my eyes, and I'll be able to do a lot of things—so, how can you say you can't help?"
Caroline was persuaded by Ji Jinrong.
She felt that her responsibility was very heavy: "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely help you find out the news!"
Ji Jinrong patted Caroline on the shoulder: "Go to the kitchen and cut the vegetables first, and I'll put the herbs back in the room before going over."
Caroline was waiting for Ji Jinrong to come back, but she nodded and ran to the kitchen.
Ji Jinrong stood at the same position with the medicine in his hand. He raised his head and looked to one side after Caroline walked away: "Master Arthur, do you have a habit of eavesdropping on other people's conversations?"
Arthurs didn't get angry.
He looked at Ji Jinrong who was neither humble nor overbearing.
After being sent to the kitchen by Moore, this guy didn't hide anything, and his words and deeds showed a calmness and composure that poor people and slaves didn't have.
Arthurs' teacher once taught him this way: "True nobility is not to rely on one's own status and power to put on a high and arrogant posture, but to be able to maintain one's dignity no matter what kind of environment one is in." True heart. A truly noble man can befriend the emperor as well as a slave, and will not do anything to make his friends feel uncomfortable or embarrassed."
Arthurs has seen many nobles, and many heroes who have come out of the mud, but he has never met anyone who fits his teacher's statement.
Strangely, the down-and-out nobleman in front of him who had been reduced to a fugitive gave him a similar feeling.
What's even more strange is that this feeling almost made his heart stop several times.
Every time he saw this young man, he would feel a mixed feeling of anxiety and confusion in his heart——
This complicated feeling even made him do his most shameless thing, standing in the dark and listening to the conversation between Ji Jinrong and Caroline.
I have to say that Ji Jinrong has the ability to confuse people's hearts. What Ji Jinrong said just now almost convinced him. But looking back, it was clear that this guy was just letting his sister play - what kind of news can a half-grown girl pretending to be a boy ask for!
Arthurs said sullenly, "I have no intention of eavesdropping."
Ji Jinrong smiled: "I know, I know, Lord Arthurs is just passing by."
Arthurs stared at Ji Jinrong.
Ji Jinrong said: "I will prepare dinner for you after I put the medicine back with grandpa. I don't know what Sir Arthur would like to eat tonight? Do you want something milder or stronger?"
A gust of wind blew gently, blowing Ji Jinrong's scent into Arthurs' nose.
Arthurs asked instead: "You smell like medicine, did you stay in the pharmacy all afternoon?"
Ji Jinrong was taken aback. He answered honestly: "Yes."
Arthurs said: "How's the situation?"
Ji Jinrong didn't know what Arthurs was asking about. He said: "The situation is not very good. There are many wounded, all from weapons. Some wounds are deep and obviously infected, but there is not enough medicine. Dr. Ryan and the others are all worried."
Arthurs said: "What medicine is needed?"
Ji Jinrong mentioned several medicinal materials that were missing. After he reacted, he realized that he had followed Arthurs to the other side.
Ji Jinrong said: "Master Arthurs, I'm going to prepare dinner for you..."
Arthurs said: "Moore is in charge of this area, but he is too young and not very good at these things. I will have someone call him over later, and you tell him everything you find, and let him handle it properly .”
Ji Jinrong: "..."
Looking at Arthur's serious face, Ji Jinrong felt that Master Arthur was a little... a little careless.
This is sparing no effort to bring hatred to him!
Judging from the attitude of that young master Moore, he didn't think that the other party would listen to him well. Even if these things are resolved in the open, he will make a note in his heart secretly—maybe he will hate him for it!
No one would like a guy who embarrasses himself in front of his sweetheart, would he
What's more, that young master Moore is only eighteen or nineteen years old, just at the age of youthful vigor—
All in all, there are only two words left in Ji Jinrong's mind at this moment: it's over.