"Your Excellency walk slowly, he didn't mean it, who is this..." Does Your Excellency have to dress up so strangely? A military doctor hurriedly left a message, but he didn't dare to say what he said later, but the look in his eyes had already revealed his thoughts.
"Forget it, since I'm here today, I'm here to help him solve this urgent need because of his old relationship with the general. If I leave, it's against my original intention. Let's go in and see the situation." Leng Yetong saw that The military doctor was about to cry, smiled softly, and spoke very openly, then looked back at the lieutenant, patted him on the shoulder as he walked past him, and a mischievous smile raised at the corner of his mouth. He said playfully in his ear, "Have you been unhappy lately? Why don't you prescribe a few tonics to make up for it? Your body is empty. Haha." After that, she took a handkerchief from Xiyan and covered her mouth and nose. , opened the curtain and walked into the tent.
"This man's temper is very serious. You, don't mess with him. If it is cured, we have nothing to say. The ability is there. If it is not cured, we will not be too late." The old military doctor sighed, walked over and patted the lieutenant's shoulder, said bitterly, and then covered his mouth and nose with the white cloth he had prepared, and followed Leng Yetong into the camp.
The military doctors walked into the tent one after another, leaving only the deputy general, who was messed up in the wind, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his heart was horrified. How could this just be a light tap, and his secret was discovered by him? Really a doctor.
Entering the tent, Leng Yetong couldn't help but take a deep breath, even though he was mentally prepared before. The situation inside was similar to that of the Black Death in ancient Athens. Everyone was leaning on the wall and lying on the straw mat. , Some people keep rolling, trying to relieve the pain in their bodies. The soldiers who went back and forth did not have any dislike, and stepped forward to help them drink medicine and eat. The good military discipline of the Pioneer Camp was revealed at this time.
Leng Yetong frowned and stepped forward to examine the patient who was closest to him. There was no trace of disgust or panic on his face. He was calm and serious, and everyone stopped. Leng Yetong checked every part of the sick soldier's body without hesitation. He had a fever, flushed complexion, and the speed of breathing and pulse was somewhat abnormal. The thighs, neck, armpits, etc. were swollen, and he reached out and touched it. For a moment, from the soldier's face, he could see that it was very painful. He got up and walked in front of the other soldier. The other soldier also had a high fever, but it was much hotter than the previous one. He turned over and coughed up bloody sputum, accompanied by shortness of breath, wheezing, and difficulty breathing. His face and limbs were blue-purple.
"It's really the plague." Leng Yetong got up, wiped his hands, and then washed his hands in the water that was prepared in advance, frowning, and said solemnly, "But I'm curious, how could there be rats running rampant in the dignified pioneer camp. Woolen cloth?"
"This..." The military doctors looked at each other, not knowing how to answer this question for a while.
"Forget it, it's a waste of time to ask, you can just pretend that I didn't say anything." Looking at the expressions of the military doctors, Leng Yetong helplessly rolled his eyes, sighed lightly, and turned to walk out of the camp. The military doctors also came out, each with an anxious look on their faces, but they did not dare to ask, for fear of making her unhappy.