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Busy until dawn, Tang Yuecai will seriously ill patients one by one check, some can be treated, some can do nothing, can only watch them swallow the last breath.

The feeling of powerlessness torments Tang Yue. Obviously, he can list many kinds of treatment plans. Obviously, he has a brain for treatment strategies, but he can't turn these ideas into reality.

From the temporary operating room, the morning sun has slowly risen, warm golden light sprinkled on the earth, little by little to disperse the cold autumn frost.

After burning all night, the forest fire has finally been extinguished. When I looked at the lush mountains, I can see a piece of bare, like a complete skin, scalded a scar from a distance.

"Do evil!" Tang Yue smelled the smoke in the air and muttered that the great primeval forest burned a large part of it.

After a busy night, he was a little pale, with thick black circles under his eyes. Fortunately, he was young. Otherwise, if he stayed up late with this intensity, he might stop eating as soon as he came out.

Wang zizhao had been driven to rest by him in the middle of the night, leaving Hu Jinpeng to take care of him.

"Xiao Lang, have some hot water." Hu Jinpeng handed a bowl of hot water to Tang Yue. The other party thanks him and drank it down in one gulp. The hot temperature slid from the mouth into the esophagus, making the cold body warm gradually.

"Xiaolangguo is really a miracle doctor!" Hu Jinpeng sighed, and Tang Yue's expression was chatting, and he gave a bitter smile, "we could have saved more people."

How can such a medical skill deserve to be called a miracle doctor?

Looking at the rising sun, Tang Yue is more determined to take the road in his life. He turned his head and said with a smile, "brother Hu, you can go to rest. You have been busy all day and night."

"You too." Hu Jinpeng patted Tang Yue on the shoulder and thumbed up, "looking forward to fighting with Xiaolang."

"It will be!" He will go. One day, he will take his medical team to the place where he is most needed.

Smoke rises, and someone is already making breakfast. Tang Yue finds that he is hungry. He plans to eat first and then go to bed.

Last night, when the bandits were on a long journey, they had no time to go back.

As soon as he got close to the kitchen, Tang Yue smelled the smell of burnt barbecue. He rushed in and called out, "who is barbecue? It's burning The people in

's kitchen looked at it in a neat way. Tang Yue saw clearly the movements in their hands. Suddenly, he was very old and knew that he had misunderstood.

Last night, such a big fire, burning not only flowers and trees, but also animals that did not have time to run out.

"Xiao Lang Jun, come and have a look. Which meat do you want? I'll cut the tenderest part for you!" An old cook called with a kitchen knife, and the others laughed.

The more embarrassed Tang went to see the roast meat that had been lost several baskets. He could not distinguish the species, and it was difficult to distinguish which part it was.

"Well I'd like to have some roasted chicken legs, which are charred outside and tender inside Tang Yue solemnly asked, and then back his hands waiting to see how they choose.

"OK! You wait The old cook poured a basket of meat on the table, spread it out one by one and smelled it one by one. Then he put forward two meatballs which could not be seen in any appearance. "Oh, there is only one leg left. How about a roast chicken wing for you?"

“……” Tang Yue touched his nose and questioned: "how do you know this is a pheasant? Not a hare, not a bobcat? "

"Hey, I've worked in the kitchen for more than ten years, and I've been a cook in a restaurant for more than ten years. I can smell all kinds of meat as soon as I smell it. I don't believe you can taste it." Then he cut off the burnt part outside and tore a piece of chicken for Tang Yue.

Tang Yue took a bite, and sure enough, it had a strong flavor of chicken. The meat of this kind of game is harder and older than the domestic one, but it tastes better.

"I'll give you another good taste." The old cook poured a bowl of meat soup from the bowl covered by the side and gave it to Tang Yue, "you have been busy all night. You have worked hard to make up for it."

Tang Yue sniffed and asked, "what kind of meat is this?" He never fills his stomach with unknown objects.

"It's a good thing. You can have a good sleep after eating it to make sure you are in good spirits."

Tang Yue reached out and pushed the bowl away. "Don't mention it. What is it?"

The others laughed and joked, "Lang Jun, you can drink it. This is specially made for you and Vice General Hu by old Huo tou. Even Wang zizhao can't drink it."

Tang Yue is more distrustful. Who dares to put Prince Zhao behind him in the whole team? Which best thing is not for Wang zizhao?

However, he believed that these people could not poison him, so he drank a little, smashed it and smashed his mouth. He did not taste the soup, but it tasted very good.

"Ha ha It tastes good. It's a great tonic. You can only drink such a bowl when you are young and full of vigor. I'm afraid you have no place to vent fire. "

Tang Yue's face turned red, and when he realized what soup it was, he turned black again.

I don't know if he is single? What do you give him this tonic? Increase the workload on his right hand, right?The curtain of the camp account was lifted, and a gust of wind poured in. Then a familiar voice asked, "is there anything to eat? My son is hungry

Tang Yue turned back, the visitor had already rushed in, staring at the bowl in his hand, moved his nose, "what soup, so fragrant! A bowl for my son! "

Tang Yue's eyes glared, holding a bowl of Gulu Gulu to drink dry, and then shrugged, "you read wrong, this is not a good soup, but the medicine soup that my childe let them boil, tonic, no more."

I'm kidding. This boy is full of love. If he wants to drink the so-called Shiquan tonic soup again, his lust ring will be broken after so long.

What's more, there is not even a girl in the wilderness. In case he has a lust for a moment and damages which handsome little soldier, wouldn't it be worse?

"Then boil another bowl for my son. My son is weak and weak, and he needs to replenish his Qi." Looking at Tang Yue smoothly and pitifully, he stretched out his arm to let him see the wound on his head.

Tang Yue pulled him over, looked up and down, "in addition to this, where else was injured?"

Smooth shake his head, excitedly pull him to talk about yesterday's fighting experience, said the mouth foam flies.

"Tang Xiaolang, you didn't see my son's heroic deeds. As soon as the thief approached, my son immediately cut his head with a big knife. The blood splashed out and splashed on my face. It was still hot!"

Nonsense! Tang Yue ha ha ha a sneer, against the heart ground praise a: "you can really fierce!"

"I think so too. Even Wang zizhao praised me." Smooth one face complacently says, wish that the whole world knows he was praised by the prince.

Tang Yue really wanted to know whether he and Zhao Sanlang had completed their task, but after a night's hard time listening to his story, Tang Yue said casually, "the son of the world is a real hero."

Then he put down the empty bowl and ran away. When he got out of the camp account, he remembered one thing and turned to the old cook: "the son of a generation is healthy and doesn't need any tonic. Don't overdo it."

The old cook nodded, "I know." Tang Yue went back to sleep contentedly.

Tang Yue was in a deep sleep. He didn't know what happened outside. When he woke up, the day was high and he didn't know when it was.

"Somebody..." Tang Yue sat up, shook his head and asked the mountain, "what time is it?"

"Xiaolang, Shenshi is on time."

Tang Yue's brain flashed a time comparison table, just suddenly realized: it's three o'clock in the afternoon, "has the wounded soldier's medicine changed?"? Is there any deterioration? "

A smile appeared on the mountain's face. "Don't worry. The guards take turns to take care of them. The soldier who had a high fever last night also has a fever, and he wakes up and drinks some soup at noon."

Tang Yue was relieved. "It's good to wake up. I'm going to have a look." After that, he washed and changed his clothes and went to the room in his white coat.

There is no medical record card, no one records the patient's condition, Tang Yue can only rely on his own memory to record the situation of each patient. He often stands in front of one patient, and the case of another person appears in his mind.

He is not used to this kind of confused thinking. It seems that he has a lot of people to train. He is short of manpower.

"Where is the more young master Help... " A wounded soldier staggered in on a stick.

Tang Yue knew him and was the wounded man who had special relationship with Xiao Qi. His face suddenly became tight, "is it Xiao Qi's condition changed?"

The man nodded and shook his head again. With a sad face, he said in a half loud voice: "Lang Jun, go and have a look, Xiao Qi He He doesn't remember me... "

“……” Tang Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it is not the deterioration of the disease, what is the fear of losing memory?

However, he still quickened his pace and ran to see the situation. As soon as he entered the tent, he saw a group of soldiers around the patient and asked, "Xiao Qi, do you remember me? I'm Daniel

"Xiao Qi, I'm your Uncle Zhang. Think about it. We come from a village..."

"Xiao Qi, don't be taken away by the yama. Are you going to be a fool?"

Tang Yue coughed and drove the boring people away. He should have set up a sign at the door: no non relatives visit during the period of convalescence!

"How do you feel? Do you have dizziness, dizziness, nausea and vomiting? " Tang Yue asked the soldier named Xiao Qi.

The other party nods, this movement feels the person more dizzy, falls on the bed at a loss to look at Tang Yue.

Tang Yue examined his pupils, heart rate, breathing, body movement and wound conditions, and warned: "don't be too nervous. This is a normal phenomenon of concussion. You should pay attention to bed rest, don't get out of bed and walk, and keep a good attitude. It will be OK."

The patient just wanted to nod, but he didn't dare to think of the situation just now, so he had to open his mouth and answer the word "um".

Tang Yue prescribed some sedative and analgesic drugs for him. He could only treat it according to concussion. He hoped that there would be no cerebral congestion, or he would be incompetent.

[small theater]Tang Yue: "who urged more than 10000 words, stand up, I promise not to hit you!"

Wang zizhao: "how about ten thousand words?"

Tang Yue: "I can't do it!"

Wang zizhao: "moan without illness, code the words quickly! Or I'll see you with your head up! "

Tang Yue: "I can't live this day! I want to... "

Wang zizhao: "hmm?"

Tang Yue: "no I'm going to code now