The almighty crazy concubine is tough on the audience, and the prince passes the knife behind him

"There are more than 1000 wounded. The military doctors must be very busy. Let's go and take a look." Cheng Qingqing said.

"Yes." Li Beimo took her hand and walked out of the room.

As soon as they walked out of the small courtyard gate, they saw Zheng Dadong hurriedly approaching. When he saw them, he immediately said: "Prince, Princess, Shi Yifeng said that Chu Hongwu's situation is not good, and asked his subordinates to ask the Princess to come over and take a look."

"Okay, I'll go over and take a look." Cheng Qingqing said.

Even Ling Batian couldn't heal the injury. It seemed that Chu Hongwu's injury was not serious.

Li Beimo couldn't help but frown. Chu Hongwu's injuries were on his buttocks and legs. How could Qingqing, a woman, be allowed to treat him?

But he didn't speak. He wanted to go over and see the situation first.

When the two entered the general's barracks, the strong smell of blood hit their nostrils, while Ling Batian was still treating Chu Hongwu's wounds.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Qingqing came over and asked.

Seeing that Chu Hongwu's clothes had been taken off, important parts were covered with a piece of cloth, and there were many large and small wounds on his back.

Seeing that she was coming, Chu Hongwu's pale face immediately turned red and he became embarrassed.

"Princess, my subordinate is fine, this injury is nothing?"

"Don't move." Cheng Qingqing pressed him down with her hand, "I see you are sweating profusely in pain, and you still say you're okay? Lie down and I'll look at your injuries."

After hearing this, Chu Hongwu quickly looked at his prince and felt relieved when he saw that he was not unhappy. "Then there is Princess Lao?"

"Master, there seem to be several pieces of shrapnel in his body that need surgery to remove. Moreover, the injured person lost too much blood and needs a blood transfusion." Ling Batian said to her.

"Need a blood transfusion?" Zheng Dadong was confused. He didn't understand what this blood transfusion meant.

"Princess, do you want to feed him blood? My subordinates can give it to him."

"Go away, you're just a kid, you just stay here if you don't understand anything." Ling Batian didn't bother to explain to him.

"Tch, it seems like you are very big. You just stay with the princess for a longer time." Zheng Dadong said unconvinced.

In fact, he has been with the princess for the longest time, but who made them offend the princess first?

If they had known that the princess was such a powerful person, they should have treated her well the day she married into the palace.

After checking Chu Hongwu's injuries, Cheng Qingqing said, "We need to have surgery immediately. You all should get out!"

"Yes!"

All the guards went out, but Li Beimo stayed.

"I also go into the operating room to help." He said.

"Okay." Cheng Qingqing pointed to the door and ordered, "Go and close the door, then close the curtain."

"Yeah." He went to do it.

Ling Batian had already used drugs to make Chu Hongwu unconscious, and then sent the person into the space.

Cheng Qingqing and Li Beimo put on surgical clothes, masks and fully armed and walked into the operating room. They saw Chu Hongwu lying on the operating table, and the original gauze bandage had been cut open by Lingbatian.

A small robot pushed a cart over, with things needed for the surgery on it.

Ling Batian first used instruments to test Chu Hongwu's temperature and blood pressure, and then said to the robot: "Get a bag of blood type A."

"Okay!" the robot replied with a cute voice, then turned around to get blood.

Li Beimo stared at the robot blankly. This humanoid figure held up by an iron block could actually speak?

"King Jing'an, prepare to disinfect the patient." Ling Batian called him over. Since this guy likes to join in the fun, let him learn, and he will have an extra helper in the future.

"Ling Bao, please be polite when talking to Mr. Li." The robot brought the blood bag and happened to hear what Ling Batian said.

"r11, please call me Lingbatian. You are not allowed to call me Lingbao next time." Lingbatian said a little crazy.

"I'm sorry Lingbao, I can only call you this name at the moment, unless the master changes the order again." R11 spread his hands to him.

"Okay, if you want to quarrel, just go out." Cheng Qingqing looked at these two guys speechlessly.

One is supernatural and the other is technology, but as long as they get together, they will often argue over a small issue.

The operating room suddenly became quiet.

Cheng Qingqing first checked the X-rays taken by Lingbatian and saw a total of five small bullet fragments on her legs and body. After determining the location, she picked up the scalpel.

And Li Beimo stood next to her, handing her the knife.

Every time a fragment was taken out, the stitching was left to Ling Batian.

After taking out all five small fragments, Cheng Qingqing dealt with the two largest wounds.

Although the bleeding had been stopped, the wound still looked scary.

"The wounds on the buttocks and calf are too large, exceeding 15cm. Artificial skin grafting is needed to help the wounds heal as quickly as possible," Cheng Qingqing said.

"Does artificial skin grafting need to be done?" Li Beimo asked her in surprise, feeling that Qingqing refreshed his knowledge again, "Qingqing, do you want to patch up a piece of skin on his wound?"

"You can say that." Cheng Qingqing said as she began to clean the wound again.

Li Beimo was shocked. This human skin could be mended just like clothes?

"Qingqing, let me find this human skin! What kind of skin do you need? Is it a living person... or a deceased person..."

If you can use the skin of the dead, you can only use the sacrificed soldiers...

"No need." Cheng Qingqing shook her head.

At this time, r11 came over with a medical tray, put it on the car next to her, and said softly: "Master, the artificial skin has been brought."

Artificial skin? Li Beimo was shocked again. How high is this girl's medical skills?

"Qingqing, can the skin made by this person really repair the human body?"

"Okay." Cheng Qingqing dealt with the wound methodically.

Li Beimo's eyes widened and he watched with concentration as she completed the skin grafting operation.

After pushing the person out of the operating room, Cheng Qingqing said: "There must be a lot of wounded people like this at the military doctor's side. Let's go and take a look."

"Ah."

Li Beimo brought her a cup of goat's milk and some pastries, "Eat something first to replenish energy before going."

After spending time with her for a long time, her tone of voice was also affected by her.

"Yeah." Cheng Qingqing took the cup and poured half of it out to him when he saw it was so big. "Here you go, drink some too."

"Okay." Li Beimo looked at her with soft eyes.

The two of them had something to eat and then moved Chu Hongwu out of the space. Cheng Qingqing asked Ling Batian to stay and take care of Chu Hongwu, and they rushed to the military doctor's office.

Before they reached it, they heard the painful groans of the wounded in the distance.

I saw wounded people lying in the temporary tent, but there were only a dozen military doctors, so they were too busy.

Because the hemostatic medicine given by Cheng Qingqing was very effective, several apprentices were applying medicine to some lightly injured people.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Wake up..." Suddenly, a call was heard from inside.

Cheng Qingqing walked over quickly and saw a soldier who was covered in blood and had passed out.

"Let me take a look." Cheng Qingqing knelt down and took the man's pulse.

"If a person is alive, he must be rescued immediately."