Correspondingly, they are very familiar with the vendors and shop owners outside. When they see them, they will take the initiative to say hello and seem quite enthusiastic. At least from the mental outlook of these people, one can't really tell that this is a city close to the border where the enemy may be at the gates if one is not careful. Almost everyone has a calm attitude of living their life as they should.
The grass sighed unconsciously.
The accompanying maid smiled at her and said, "In fact, when the prince was seriously injured and in danger of his life, the people in the city were really panicked, but fortunately, the young lady saved the prince's life. In fact, we all want to ask, what is the prince's current situation. Before, the young lady was always busy, and we were too embarrassed to ask."
"Well, that's good. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to move freely like a normal person now. But I'm afraid that it won't work. He needs to rest for at least a year." Xiaocao said.
Even so, the other person's eyes lit up instantly, "Really? That's great!"
Originally, in their opinion, Mu Bei was lucky enough to survive, but now they were told that he could recover as normal. What news could be more exciting than this? Even if he needed to rest for a year, it would only be one year.
Obviously, they were looking forward to Mu Bei's return from the first moment, but they overlooked one point. Even if Mu Bei's body recovered, whether he could come back was not up to him, nor was it decided by the will of these people in Northern Xinjiang. There was only one person in the world who could decide this matter, and that was the one sitting on the throne of Qi Dynasty. Whether Emperor Xuanren would continue to employ Mu Bei was still an unknown, and it was too early to talk about it now.
Among those present, Wei Tingyu was the most clear about this.
Because the volume was not deliberately lowered, other people also heard their conversation. Those who had not taken it seriously at first, just the mention of "King Dingbei" made them look over immediately as if they had captured special information in an instant, "Really? The prince has recovered?" The voice was quite loud, so more people noticed it and even gathered around regardless.
Xiaocao felt that the situation was just like in his previous life, when a star suddenly appeared on the street and his identity was exposed. He was immediately surrounded by people in three layers. It was really shocking.
However, as a person from the Marshal's Mansion, he was quite calm and motioned for everyone to be quiet. "The girl next to me is the miracle doctor who treated the prince. She said that the prince is fine, so he must be fine. So everyone can rest assured. Our prince is really fine." The joy could be seen in almost every word.
However, in this way, Xiaocao really became a "star". The voices of gratitude came one after another, as if Xiaocao had saved their loved ones, with great sincerity. Xiaocao had been thanked many times, but this was the first time on such a large scale. For a moment, she felt a little overwhelmed. Fortunately, these people knew how to restrain themselves and they dispersed soon.
Xiaocao patted her chest and let out a breath. It seemed that she was not cut out to be a star. In just a moment, she felt like she was running out of oxygen and waved her hands as if they were a fan.
However, although this person left, the matter did not end there. Afterwards, almost everyone Xiaocao met would repeat almost the same words, and then, any big or small item that Xiaocao took a second look at, no matter how valuable it was, would be immediately sent to him, free of charge. Some people even patted their chests and said: Take whatever the miracle doctor wants!
But I really felt the alternative sense of luxury that "you can get it just by looking at it".
Xiaocao always believed that he was just doing his duty, he was not that great, and he did not have the habit of taking other people's things casually, so he could not continue this "shopping".
Wei Tingyu and a few guards had a strong presence, but they acted like invisible people from beginning to end.
Of course, none of them cares about this.
However, the reactions of these people made Wei Tingyu think of another problem. Although he had heard of Mu Bei and even the previous King Dingbei, who had extremely high prestige in Northern Xinjiang before, hearing was always hearing. Seeing it with his own eyes gave him a completely different feeling. In Northern Xinjiang, people might only know King Dingbei and not Emperor Qi Chao. Not to mention the period before Emperor Xuanren. At that time, Northern Xinjiang was more chaotic and wars were more frequent. There was really no other way, so they had always let the Mu family guard it. But Emperor Xuanren paid more attention to military affairs, and the situation improved a lot after he ascended the throne a few years ago. Continuing to let the Mu family guard Northern Xinjiang can really be said to be "careless" to a certain extent. However, if he saw this situation with his own eyes, I am afraid that no matter how careless he is, he would carefully consider whether to continue to employ Mu Bei.
At this moment, Prince Wei felt a little gloomy in his heart, and presented a secret memorial to Emperor Xuanren. Then, he believed that the possibility of letting Mu Bei be an idle king of a different surname in the imperial city for the rest of his life was quite high.
After returning to the Marshal's Mansion, Wei Tingyu spoke abruptly, "Did Xuan'er see and feel those people outside? You have done things that others cannot do. Sometimes, you are not just a miracle doctor, you are clearly a 'god'. In my eyes, you are always firm, confident, and courageous. Even if it is absolutely impossible for others to do something, you can still do it with ease. So, if you have an idea in your mind, just do it boldly. Why hesitate?"
Xiaocao was stunned. She now understood why Tingyu asked her to go out. Because she cared too much, she hesitated and had too many messy thoughts. These things only made her more anxious. After the anxiety, she would probably return to the original starting point. After taking such a big detour, she gained nothing except wasting time.
Xiao Cao curled her lips and smiled, "I know."
Even though Xiaocao was standing behind Wei Tingyu, he could now know what Xiaocao's expression was, so he couldn't help but smile. What he wanted to protect most was nothing more than this smile.
Just when Xiaocao rolled up his sleeves and prepared to start preparing medicine, people from outside came hurriedly and reported that another war had broken out. I don't know if it was the follow-up to what Xiaocao and his friends encountered when picking herbs a few days ago. Although the scale of the war was still not large, the situation on the Liuqie side was quite crazy, resulting in heavy casualties on the Northeast Army side even with additional manpower. In the end, they realized something was wrong and sent out troops again. In the end, they ended the war with an absolute numerical advantage and rescued some of the surviving soldiers.
Several of them were seriously injured, and the military doctors and Hua Yu were simply unable to treat them. If it were in the past, they probably wouldn't even use any medicine and could only watch them die. But this time, with Xiao Cao around, they hoped she could help, even if it was difficult to just bring one person back...
They all knew that she had important things to do, and she basically had no time to rest except for eating and sleeping. Even so, she still did a lot for them. They felt guilty for disturbing her at this time, but, they really couldn't do anything...
"Godly doctor, please..."
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and lead the way." Xiaocao usually adheres to the principle of emergency treatment. He took the medical box and picked up a bunch of other things. He almost ran out and asked about the situation. "Where are you injured? What caused you to be injured? Tell me one by one, starting from the most serious one."
There were more than one person who came to see her, and they were talking at the same time, which made Xiao Cao feel overwhelmed. However, she did not ask them to shut up. Instead, she multitasked, grasping the key points in their words, categorized the injuries, and then roughly sorted out a treatment order. Some "special medicines" might be used. However, on the way to the north, she knew that the destination was not far from the border, and she was not sure whether they would settle there. In a place where wars are frequent, no matter how much medicine there is, it will not be too much, so she started to prepare some, and now it really comes in handy.
There were several horses at the gate, but next to one of the horses stood a man, who was Wei Tingyu's subordinate. "There is no carriage in the Marshal's Mansion. I'll take the girl there. Sorry for the inconvenience." He stretched out his hand and pinched Xiaocao's waist, and carried her directly onto the horse's back. Then he climbed on top and held Xiaocao in his arms, ensuring her safety but not getting too close.
Several soldiers did not delay and took one horse, and two of them shared one.
In the North City, people are usually not allowed to ride horses. The only ones who can ride horses are soldiers like them who are dressed differently and have special circumstances.
The place where the wounded were accommodated was between the front military camp and the north city, and Huayu and the others had been here before. At this time, they were naturally busy again. However, those who were seriously injured still made them feel despair. They originally thought they could do something, but now they felt useless and powerless.
"My lady is here!"
I don’t know who shouted, and then almost everyone looked over. At that moment, a light clearly flashed in those desperate eyes. That was called hope.
Xiaocao was helped off the horse, and a group of people came up to greet her, calling her madam and girl. Xiaocao was too impatient to correct their addresses. Huayu and the others knew best what Xiaocao wanted to know, and seeing her was like finding his backbone. His sanity returned, and he calmed down.
Behind the group of people, all the big guys from North City, including Pingjin Hou, were there. It turned out that a general with outstanding military achievements was also seriously injured this time. It was because of him that the vanguard of the Northeast Army was able to hold on until rescue. Otherwise, this war would not have ended so easily.
Comparatively speaking, these people were used to this kind of thing. Although their eyes were red, they did not lose their composure. However, with the precedent of Mu Bei, they still saw hope - even if the situation this time was more serious than Mu Bei's, let alone being sent back to the imperial city, being able to survive a day would be an absolute miracle - when they saw Xiaocao, they couldn't help but walk forward.
Xiaocao waved her hands impatiently and told them to stay aside and not get in the way.
Naturally, no one would have any objection at this time because of her bad attitude.
Huayu quickly told Xiaocao about the conditions of several seriously injured soldiers. Compared with the soldiers who had gone to find Xiaocao before, the details were much more detailed, and some preliminary work for the operation had also been done.
"Well done, thank you for your hard work."
This simple sentence almost brought Hua Yu to tears. She was an extrovert by nature and was not an ordinary maid. She was actually quite hard-hearted and rarely showed her emotions.
Regardless of the importance or the severity of the injury, everyone thought that the first person Xiaocao should save was the general. As a result, Xiaocao just injected him with some medicine, fed him a few pills, and left him alone.
It felt like "there's no hope, just wait to die", some people started crying, some people got excited and were about to pounce on the grass, but most of Wei Tingyu's people were here, so how could they let this happen
Xiao Cao could understand this reaction. "Your general can hold on for now. Once I start to treat him, it will take at least several hours, and I can't stop in the middle. By the time his treatment is finished, the other seriously injured soldiers probably won't survive. Have you thought about it? Should I save your general now and give up on them, or should I give them simple treatment first so that they can live longer, and then save them after I save your general?" Xiao Cao looked the most ruthless at this moment. "Normally, I wouldn't listen to other people's opinions at this time, but you are different, so I'm giving you a chance to choose, but you'd better hurry up, time waits for no one, and wasting a little more time may result in one more death."
"Our girls are always the best choice. Do you know what it means to have specialties in your field? Do you know that? Just stay away. When you need help, just ask. Otherwise, shut up." Hua Yu also had a bad temper and directly retorted.
A group of strong men couldn't help but become intimidated and shrank back.
Afterwards, the first person Xiaocao attacked was a soldier who didn't seem to be seriously injured but was dying. He looked very young, but because of excessive blood loss, his condition was the most dangerous.
Xiaocao took out a stack of finger-wide paper strips from the medicine box, took the soldier's blood, and dripped it on the paper. The paper strips changed color. Although the blood type could not be confirmed based on the color change, the same blood type could be found based on the color, which was enough.
Give it to Hua Yu, "For those who have nothing to do and are not injured, give each of them one. Drop a drop of blood on it, call the people with the same color over, and let the others keep it." There are more than one people who need blood transfusion.
After what happened before, everyone is now cooperating very well. Although they are curious, they dare not ask too much.
The "syringe" does not have precise scales, but nothing is more precise than the grass. If she draws out a hundred, there won't be a cent more.