On the fourth day after the end of the war, the air in the Songshan Military Mansion was still so cold, but the smell of blood had faded a lot. There were no longer hundreds of soldiers carrying stretchers on the long street, shouting and rushing The tense scene of running, and the sacred scene of more than ten holy lights illuminating the night sky at the same time in the holy medical hall.
A lot of white smoke rose from the Huai Ling outside Songshan Mountain, and drifted toward the high sky. People who saw this scene from a distance in the city stopped and expressed their condolences, because each white smoke represented A soldier who died in battle, according to preliminary statistics, the number of Da Zhou soldiers who died in this battle has exceeded ten thousand, and this has not counted the migrant workers in charge of logistics and the monks who came to help.
The atmosphere in the Holy Medical Hall was no longer as tense as it was a few days ago. Most of the wounded were under control, and those who were seriously injured had already been carried out. But for some reason, in the deepest room The wing room was still full of people, and the atmosphere seemed particularly anxious.
"I don't listen to any explanation, I just want you to save him."
The general's face was extremely serious, and his tone was very tough. When his eyes fell on the bed, his voice was even more violent.
The wounded man lying on the bed was very young. From his clothing and the cloth pouch around his waist, he could be seen as a warlord. Dry skin was raised everywhere, breathing was very weak, and it looked as if he might die at any time.
Listening to the general's words, the people in the room felt great pressure and at the same time felt a little puzzled.
Such a young formation master must be a well-known and promising teacher, but the general is a very important confidant of God General Ke, and has a very high reputation and high status in the Songshan military mansion. Temper, you must know that in addition to the military doctor, there are two other people from the state religion who are treating the wounds of this young formation master.
The general knew what people were thinking, but he didn't explain anything.
He vaguely knew the origin of this young formation master, but it was not because of this that he was so angry and nervous.
Before coming to the hospital, he had just received the file of the post-mortem investigation.
What happened in that cliff at that time, now no one knows except the young formation master who is about to die on the bed. But the soldiers who have seen that cliff with their own eyes are convinced that those things must be extremely heroic, because the scene they saw was very tragic-more than a dozen soldiers used the secret magic weapon made by the Tang family in Wenshui to commit suicide, and five The famous wolf riders died together, and the bodies of more than ten soldiers were found on the retreat route in front of the cliff.
Thirty of the most elite and brave soldiers of the Songshan Military Mansion sacrificed themselves just to let this young formation survive. Then he must keep this young formation master alive, otherwise how can he comfort the souls of his dead subordinates
"I'm not going to give any explanation because I really don't have the ability to keep him alive."
A woman in white sacrificial attire stood up from the bed, her beautiful face was full of exhaustion, and the soft holy light gradually dissipated from her slender fingers.
The general was silent.
The woman is from the Thirteenth Division of Qingyu in Kyoto, her surname is An Minghua. She just arrived at the Matsuyama Military Mansion two days ago, and then she began to treat people injured on the battlefield non-stop. It is very likely that she has died due to the exhaustion of the holy light.
Facing her, no matter how bad and anxious the general was, he couldn't say anything serious.
And he could see very clearly that she had tried her best to save the young teacher on the bed.
The general looked at the priest in charge of the holy medical hall.
The priest shook his head imperceptibly.
The doctors in the various medical centers were powerless to the injury of the young master, and the holy light technique of the priest from the palace and the teacher of the Thirteenth Division of Qingmao couldn't save it
The general's mood fell to the bottom, and he could no longer control his emotions, so he slammed his fist on the table.
The atmosphere in the room was unusually gloomy, and someone took off his hat, ready to mourn.
At this moment, a military doctor in the corner said sadly, "It would be great if there was cinnabar pill."
The name Zhushadan seemed to have some kind of magical power, the room was quiet, even almost dead silent, only the sound of breathing gradually getting thicker and faster could be heard.
There was a look of surprise in some people's eyes, but they didn't know what they thought of, and it quickly dimmed.
Sure enough, the priest sighed and said, "On the first day of the battle, our quota was exhausted."
The general knew very well how many seriously injured and dying soldiers were sent back from the battlefield on the first day. From the very beginning, he had no hope for this. It was just that the name was mentioned again, and he couldn't help but ask with the last hope. Said: "When will the next batch be allocated? Can he last until that day?"
The priest shook his head and said, "The date of dispensing the medicine is ten days later, and his injury can last up to five days."
Anhua has been learning the Holy Light Art in the Thirteenth Division of Qingyu, especially after the war with the demons began, she put all her thoughts on practice, and wanted to go to the front line to treat the wounded as soon as possible, which can be said to be ambiguous. He didn't hear anything outside the window, and he only had two days to come to the Songshan Military Mansion, so he couldn't understand what everyone was saying.
"What is cinnabar pill? Is it a kind of elixir?" She looked at the priest and asked in confusion.
Judging from the name, the main material of this elixir should be cinnabar. It can indeed be used as medicine and has the effect of stopping bleeding, but the injury of this young master is so serious that even her holy light technique can't work. In her opinion , unless several red-clothed archbishops take action at the same time, it is possible to restore it. Could that kind of elixir have the same effect
The priest understood what she was thinking and said, "Cinnabar Dan can heal this person's wound."
Everyone nodded, and no one expressed the slightest doubt, because in the hearts of those who have seen Zhusha Dan, this medicine can cure all injuries and diseases in the world.
Anhua had never heard of this elixir at all, so he couldn't understand people's fanatical trust, and he was even more puzzled.
"If it really... works, why don't you hurry up and try?"
The priest said with emotion: "Where can such a treasure be found?"
Everyone remembered the rumor that this medicine should only be described as something in the sky, so they remained silent.
The general said to Anwar, "This medicine is rare."
An Hua was still puzzled, and said: "If this medicine really has miraculous effects, why not ask the pharmacist to donate the prescription, and then the imperial court or Li Palace will imitate it in large quantities?"
The room was quiet again.
Everyone's eyes fell on her, looking a little nervous.
No one answered her question.
The entire holy medical hall suddenly became quiet.
There is no sound.
As if her question was something taboo.