Hard to be a good wife

Tang Yue was busy until dawn, before he checked the seriously ill patients one by one. Some of them could be treated and others were powerless, so he could only watch them swallow their last breath.

Tang Yue was tormented by that feeling of powerlessness, although he could list many treatment plans, and he had a brain for treatment strategies, but he couldn't turn these ideas into reality.

After coming out of the temporary operating room, the morning sun has slowly risen, and the warm golden light shines on the ground, dispelling the icy cold of Qiushuang little by little.

The forest fire that had been burning all night was finally extinguished. The lush mountain peaks could be seen at a glance, but now one can see a bare patch from a distance, like a scalded scar on a complete piece of skin.

"What a crime!" Tang Yue muttered as he smelled the smoky smell in the air, a great primeval forest, a large piece of it was burned away with just such a fire.

After working all night, his face was a little pale, and there were thick dark circles under his eyes. Fortunately, he was young, otherwise, if he stayed up all night with this intensity, he might stop cooking as soon as he came out.

In the middle of the night, Wang Zizhao was driven to rest by him, and Hu Jinpeng was left to take care of him.

"Xiao Lang, drink some hot water." Hu Jinpeng handed Tang Yue a bowl of hot water. The other party thanked Tang Yue and drank it down. The hot temperature slipped from the mouth into the esophagus, gradually warming up the cold body.

"Xiao Lang is really a miracle doctor!" Hu Jinpeng sighed, Tang Yue looked awkward, and smiled wryly, "It could have saved more people."

With such medical skills, how can he be called a miracle doctor?

Looking at the place where the morning sun rises, Tang Yue is more determined about the path he will take in this life. He turned his head and said with a smile: "Brother Hu, you should also go to rest, you have been busy all day and night."

"You too." Hu Jinpeng patted Tang Yue's shoulder and gave a thumbs up, "Looking forward to going to the battlefield with Xiao Lang."

"I will!" He will definitely go, and one day, he will take his own medical team to the place where he is most needed.

As the smoke rose, someone was already making breakfast. Tang Yue found that he was also hungry, so he planned to eat before going to bed.

Last night I was just busy and didn't ask Wang Zizhao what was going on with them, whether the bandits had been wiped out, and when they were going to return, but it's best not to go so fast, a few seriously injured patients are not suitable for long-distance travel.

As soon as he approached the kitchen, Tang Yue smelled a smell of burnt barbecue, rushed in and shouted: "Who is grilling? It's burnt!"

The people in the kitchen looked over in unison, Tang Yue saw the movements of their hands clearly, and blushed suddenly, knowing that he had misunderstood.

The big fire last night burned not only flowers and trees, but also animals that hadn't escaped in time.

"Xiao Langjun, come and see, which meat do you want to eat, I will cut the most tender part for you!" An old man shouted holding a kitchen knife, and the rest laughed.

Tang Yue walked over in embarrassment, and saw clearly the baskets of barbecued meat that had been lost. He couldn't tell the species at all, and it was difficult to tell which part it was.

"Cough...bring me a few roasted chicken legs, the kind that are charred on the outside and tender on the inside." Tang Yue asked solemnly, and then waited with his hands behind his back to see what they would choose.

"Okay! You wait!" The old man dumped a basket of meat on the table, spread it out and smelled it one by one, and then pointed out two meat balls that didn't have any characteristics on the outside, "Oh, it's burnt." There is only one leg left, how about a grilled chicken wing?"

"..." Tang Yue touched his nose and asked questioningly, "How do you know it's a pheasant? It's not a mountain rabbit or a bobcat?"

"Hey, I have worked in the kitchen for more than ten years, and I have been a cook in restaurants for more than ten years before. You can smell all kinds of meat as soon as you smell it. If you don't believe me, try it." For Tang Yue, he tore a piece of chicken off.

Tang Yue took a bite, and it really had a strong chicken flavor. The meat of this kind of wild game was harder and older than the domestic one, but it was also more fragrant to chew.

"Try another good thing for you." The old man poured a bowl of broth from a covered bowl and brought it to Tang Yue, "You have worked hard all night, and you have worked hard. Come and make up for it."

Tang Yue sniffed it and asked, "What kind of meat is this?" He would never just stuff his stomach with unknown objects.

"Good stuff, take a nap after eating to make sure you're in good spirits."

Tang Yue reached out and pushed the bowl away, "Don't tell me, what the hell is it?"

The rest couldn't stop laughing, and jokingly said: "Lang Jun, you can drink it, this is specially made by Lao Huotou for you and Deputy General Hu, even Wang Zizhao didn't drink it."

Tang Yue couldn't believe it even more, who in the whole team would dare to put Wang Zizhao behind him?When was the best thing not reserved for Wang Zizhao?

However, he believed that it was impossible for this group of people to poison him, so he took a small sip and smashed his mouth. He didn't taste the soup, but it tasted quite good.

"Haha...it tastes good, right? This is a great tonic. You can only drink one bowl if you are young and vigorous. If there is too much, you may have nowhere to vent your anger."

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

What the fuck, don't you know he's single?Why give him this nourishing soup?Increased workload on his right hand, no?

The tent curtain was lifted, a gust of wind came in, and then a familiar voice asked, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry!"

As soon as Tang Yue turned his head, someone had already rushed in, staring at the bowl in his hand and wiggling his nose, "What kind of soup, it smells so good! Give me a bowl too!"

Tang Yue stared, took the bowl and gulped it down in one gulp, then shrugged, "You read it wrong, this is not a good soup, but a medicinal soup that my son asked them to cook, it's for nourishing qi, it's gone."

Just kidding, this kid already has a stomach full of gossip, if you really want him to drink this so-called Shiquan Dabu soup, the lust ring that has been guarded for so long must be broken.

What's more terrible is that there is not even a girl in this wilderness, if he becomes lustful for a while and harms some handsome little soldier, wouldn't it be even worse?

"Then cook another bowl for this son, who is weak and needs to replenish his qi!" Ping Shun looked at Tang Yue pitifully, and stretched out his arm to show him the wound on his head.

Tang Yue pulled him over and looked him up and down, "Apart from this, where else is he injured?"

Ping Shun shook his head, and excitedly pulled him to talk about yesterday's battle experience, and his mouth was full of foam.

"Tang Xiaolang, you haven't seen the heroic deeds of this prince. As soon as the thief approached, this prince swung his sword and immediately harvested his head. The blood splashed out and sprinkled this prince's face. It's hot!"

Nonsense!Tang Yue sneered, and praised against his will: "You are really amazing!"

"This son feels the same way, even Wang Zizhao praises me." Ping Shun said with a proud face, wishing that the whole world would know that he was praised by Wang Zizhao.

Tang Yue really wanted to know if he and Zhao Sanlang had completed the task, but he stayed up all night and was too tired to listen to his story, so he responded casually: "My son is a real hero!"

After finishing speaking, he put down his empty bowl and fled away. After he got out of the camp, he remembered something, and turned to tell the old man: "The son is in good health, and he doesn't need any decoction to replenish qi. Don't give him too much. .”

The old man nodded hurriedly, "I understand." Tang Yue went back to sleep contentedly.

Tang Yue fell into a dark sleep this time, and didn't know what happened outside. When he woke up, he found that the sun was high, and he didn't know what time it was.

"Come here..." Tang Yue sat up, shook his drowsy head, and asked Shan who came in, "What time is it?"

"Xiao Lang, the time is right."

A time comparison chart flashed through Tang Yue's mind, and he suddenly realized: It's already three o'clock in the afternoon, "Have all the wounded soldiers' medicines been changed? Has anyone's condition worsened?"

A little smile appeared on Shan's face, "Don't worry, the guards are taking turns to take care of him. The soldier who had a high fever last night has also subsided, and he woke up at noon and drank some soup."

Tang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good if I can wake up, I'll go and have a look." After speaking, he got up, washed and changed his clothes, and went to make rounds in his white coat.

Without a medical record card and no one to record the patient's condition, Tang Yue could only rely on his own memory to record the condition of each patient. Often standing in front of a patient, what came to his mind was the case of another person.

He is not used to this kind of chaotic thinking. It seems that he has a lot of people to train, and there is an urgent shortage of manpower.

"Where is Young Master Yue?... Help..." A wounded soldier staggered in with a tree branch as a crutch.

Tang Yue knew him, he was the wounded man who had a special relationship with Xiao Qi, his expression suddenly tightened, "Is it because Xiao Qi's condition has changed?"

The man nodded, then shook his head again, with a mournful face, he said after a while, "Lang Jun, you should go and have a look, Xiao Qi...he doesn't remember me..."

"..." Tang Yue secretly heaved a sigh of relief. As long as his condition didn't get worse, what would he be afraid of if he lost his memory?

However, he still quickened his pace and ran over to check the situation. As soon as he entered the tent, he saw a group of soldiers surrounding the patient and asking, "Xiao Qi, do you still remember me? I'm a big cow!"

"Xiao Qi, I am your Uncle Zhang, think about it, we are from the same village..."

"Xiaoqi, don't you have your memory taken away by Hades, are you going to be a fool?"

Tang Yue coughed dryly, and drove away this group of boring people. He really should put up a sign at the door: No non-relative visits during recuperation period!

"How do you feel? Do you feel dizzy, dizzy, or nauseated?" Tang Yue asked the soldier named Xiao Qi.

The other party nodded, this action made him feel even more dizzy, and he fell on the bed and looked at Tang Yue blankly.

Tang Yue checked his pupils, heartbeat, breathing, body movements, and wounds, and told him: "Don't be too nervous, this is a normal phenomenon of concussion, pay attention to bed rest, don't get out of bed and walk, and keep in good health." mentality, it will be fine."

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

Tang Yue prescribed some medicines to soothe the nerves and relieve pain, and he could only treat it according to the concussion first, hoping that there would be no cerebral congestion, otherwise he would be powerless.

【small theater】

Tang Yue: "Whoever urged you to update [-] words, stand up, and I promise not to hit you!"

Wang Zizhao: "What about [-] words?"

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

Wang Zizhao: "Moaning without illness, go to the code! Otherwise, come and see me!"

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

Wang Zizhao: "Huh?"

Tang Yue: "No... I'll just write the words obediently!"