Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

The accompanying military doctor was young and was using gloves to remove paronychia and corns from a Tianwei Army sergeant.

"Hey, you have a trick, you have to be more careful and don't get too much water. Don't cut your nails so deep in the future, you know?"

Suddenly, a group of strong men came in carrying a blood gourd, and the military doctor's eyes simply shone.

"Come and live!"

The military doctor used sterilized scissors to cut open Prince William's clothes, completely exposing the gunshot wound on his shoulder. The bright red blood had lost its pressure and was losing blood rapidly.

The military doctor skillfully took out the gauze and asked the sergeant on the side to help apply pressure. He took out the tourniquet from the cloth bag and looked at the usage time recorded on the tourniquet on his pocket watch.

Pocket watches were only worn by military doctors on duty at the Military Medical Department during wartime, and they had to be handed over when changing shifts.

Prince William's lips have lost their color and his face has become increasingly pale.

The military doctor finished tying the tourniquet, started debridement with saline solution, and used tweezers to pick out the broken lead pellets and remaining debris bit by bit.

"Damn it, those Rakshasa beasts not only refused to surrender! They actually dared to fight back at our army!"

The sergeants who were helping were embarrassed to say that they were blond, blue-eyed, and fair-skinned, and they did not look like members of the Tianwei Army.

After the military doctor finished handling everything, he washed his gloves with the remaining saline solution, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time: "Fifteen minutes, the time is just right."

After taking off the tourniquet, the young military doctor scratched his head: "Hey, why don't you feed your comrade? You can feed him some liquid food."

The sergeant on the side was very surprised: "Is this enough? The blood is flowing loudly, as if it is free of charge. Is this enough? Don't you need a blood transfusion or something?"

The military doctor waved his hand: "It looks like a lot, but in fact it's just like that. It didn't hurt the vital part. It's more like the wound was torn apart by something."

"That's not right, military doctor. Didn't he say that he would faint if he lost too much blood? Isn't he fainting now?"

The military doctor sighed and shook his head: "I have lost too much blood and am hungry and thirsty. Don't tell me that I am really fair. I haven't seen her so fair in a long time."

"Aren't you fair? Every Rakshasa ghost is fair."

The military doctor was startled: "What? Rakshasa ghost? I said it so plainly, wow! This is a big deal! No, you abused the prisoners?"

Before the sergeants could speak, the military doctor slapped his chest repeatedly: "I was scared to death. I thought I was torturing the prisoners. Fortunately, the rule is that you are not allowed to torture prisoners in the Tang Dynasty. This should not be considered the territory of the Tang Dynasty, right?"

Several Tianwei soldiers disliked the young military doctor's talk, but they didn't dare to say anything. If they couldn't protect it, their lives would be in someone's hands.

"Master Bai, he knows some secrets and needs to go back for questioning. Can you tell me what medicine is prescribed?"

The young military doctor casually picked up a bottle of glucose and threw it over: "If you can't eat, drink this to supplement your nutrition. You have other medicines. The anti-inflammatory medicines are distributed with you. Just follow the instructions."

"Hey, okay Master Bai, just rest."

The Tianwei Army sergeants who came to help left the temporary infirmary carrying a simple stretcher.

"It says, for adults, take two pills three times a day..."

Before he could finish reading, two amoxicillin capsules were stuffed into Prince William's mouth.

"He's fainted. Why are you in such a hurry? The layer on the outside of this thing melts when it comes in contact with water. Last time I ate it in my mouth, I almost died from the pain."

Everyone drank glucose again and smoothed their throats again, and finally finished the medicine.

At night, the prisoners gathered in a pile, and no one even looked after them. Some prisoners who had fallen asleep after eating also woke up and sat around the fire together.

"They, why? There's no one to watch over it?"

"Will you run away? You can eat here, you can see a doctor, and no one will beat or scold you. Isn't that good?"

"Humph, they will give us food just to let us take them to Vladimir's Musketeers. Remember, no one will give prisoners two meals."

With a roar and a loud "fart" sound, a transport truck stopped outside the temporary camp. It was the first time the prisoners saw such a huge vehicle.

"Oh! Dear Mars, tell me this is not true! I've had enough of them sitting on those things that don't use animal power! How can such a big thing move by itself?!"

No one responded to this captive brother. The first one to bear the brunt was the cooking class monitor: "You don't see any life in your eyes? You don't even want to eat, do you? I don't cook anymore, I'm tired!"

The prisoners didn't understand. They saw that the fierce man didn't yell at them. They all hugged their knees and huddled beside the fire.

Soon, many Tianwei Army sergeants came over: "Master Hutou, don't be so angry, aren't you coming?"

The leader of the cooking team still boasted and glared: "Don't be angry! If you don't be angry, don't be angry! It's enough to take care of the food of your three thousand animals, and there are so many Rakshasa ghosts here. Slow down a little bit, I It’s not until midnight before dinner is over!”

The aura of the leader of the cooking squad shocked the prisoners. They thought for a moment that this fierce man was the general of this group. Some of them were ready to take action, wanting to see what this was going to do and whether they could help. At least he looks familiar in front of the general.

The assembled sergeants of the Tianwei Army began to unload the goods. Some shouted slogans and sang the Tianwei Army's military songs. For a while, it seemed extremely harmonious.

The young man stood in the carriage, throwing bags of supplies outside the carriage and wiping his sweat: "Master, are you going to be in trouble today?"

The squad leader of the cooking class directed the team leader of the cooking class to put things on the cart and go to the smokeless stove, and wiped the sweat with a towel around his neck.

"Qiqiqi, I just know a seven, a zebra! I think you're pretty cool!"

The other sergeants on the side came to express their dissatisfaction: "Yeah, old man, don't ask me. If you don't tell me, you will say it. Why are you cursing someone's claws?"

A quarrel was a quarrel, and the materials in hand could not be stopped. One or two of them were scolding each other while carrying the materials.

Yuchi Jingde picked his ears and came to the transportation card: "Okay, I have to be good at swearing. Xiangzhou people have a temper, which is quite interesting!"

"You, Chuan Wa'er, are unreasonably disturbing three points, but are justified and go to the Lord of Heaven."

Seeing the arrival of Yuchi Jingde, all those wearing the uniforms of the Tianwei Army shut their mouths tightly and tightened their skin, for fear that something would happen to them.

"If you're hungry, cook early! Remember to memorize the military regulations of unity, friendship, mutual help, and friendship. I think you guys have forgotten it."

After the intense work in the cooking squad, the prisoners were squatting aside in a daze, holding the same meals as the Tianwei Army sergeants.

"Gnaeus, why? It's different from what you said? You said the prisoners don't get a second meal. What do you mean?"

The yin and yang in his words was fully revealed. The dirty man named "Gnaeus" could not see his expression and just silently ate the food in his hand.