Bai Shan followed the first batch of wounded soldiers down and immediately went to wash his hands after dismounting. Then, somehow he produced three pieces of gowns, handing one each to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan, and wearing one himself.

While rolling up his sleeves, he went to find Manbao.

Manbao was standing in front of a wooden bed, cutting open the clothes on a person. Seeing him come over, she said, "You help me; Liru, you attend to a patient yourself."

Seeing that she was somewhat flustered, knowing she hadn’t treated a patient before and might panic, he said, "Choose those with lighter injuries first, and leave the others to me and the military doctors."

The skills of the military doctors might not be as good as Zhou Liru’s, but they compensated with rich experience. Regardless of their skills, they were calm and steady, knowing how to stop bleeding, apply medicine, and proceed in an orderly fashion, although their techniques for stopping bleeding weren’t very advanced and their prescriptions weren’t great.

Nevertheless, Manbao had prepared prescriptions in advance, and as for the bleeding, the patients brought in now had either an arm or leg chopped off, their backs or stomachs injured, or one had a knife wound on the neck, slightly off, mostly on the shoulder. But by the time he was brought in, he was almost gone.

Now the focus wasn’t on advanced medical skills, but on speed, quickly stopping the bleeding, preserving life first before addressing other concerns.

Manbao held down the neck wound, stopped halfway, paused, then looked up to Bai Shan and said, "It’s no use."

Then she turned her head to the listening soldier beside and said, "Next person, bring up the one with the stomach wound." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The old soldier suggested, "Madam, treat those with lighter injuries first. While they’ll send those who can live down here, we need to make choices too. These... are usually treated last."

Indeed, military doctors typically start with moderate injuries, then move to light ones. As for serious injuries, they’d treat them if there’s time left.

Because serious injuries mean a high chance of death, they’d place hope of survival on moderate and light injuries first.

Manbao said, "Their survival rate is high with me, send the lightly wounded to Zhou Liru."

Bai Shan turned to Bai Erlang and Liu Huan beside him and said, "Go help Liru."

Bai Erlang understood some medical theories; if Zhou Liru asked for a medicine, he could find it. Liu Huan, however, was at a loss and could only follow by pressing or handing over what was needed.

The old soldier in the medical tent couldn’t argue and directly brought over the person with a stomach wound, placing him on the wooden board.

There were three wooden boards in the medical tent, all elevated on stones, then the boards placed on top, not too high or low, just convenient for them to work.

His abdomen had a slash wound, with intestines partly hanging out.

Due to the large number of wounded, more would surely be sent, so the order here couldn’t be as meticulous as in the capital.

Manbao frowned tightly, but didn’t ask for much, as Teacher Mo had once lectured on the psychological adjustment of doctors during war.

She remembered distinctly a phrase he said at that time, "As a healer, know when to adjust yourself, to let go in certain environments, pursue the greatest benefits."

Now wasn’t the time to be meticulous; at least the medical tents of Liangzhou’s army couldn’t meet her standards.

Manbao picked up scissors, quickly cutting away the clothes, Bai Shan threw the clothes aside, turned to fetch hot water...

Manbao tossed the clipped intestines into a nearby wooden bucket, carefully stuffed the prepared intestines back into the abdomen, then took the thread Bai Shan strung together and swiftly sutured it.

After she was done, Bai Shan started applying medicine and bandaging. Manbao watched for a while, determined he could manage independently, then withdrew the needle from the patient, turning to another wooden bed to check on the military doctor’s patient.

The military doctor had just handled a minor injury, bandaged the person then sent him away, and at this moment another with a severely chopped thigh was sent in, he took out a saw, ready to amputate.

Manbao couldn’t help interrupting, checked it, then said, "The leg can be saved."

"It won’t work, not only is it hard to heal after, but right now, if the leg isn’t sawn off, the bleeding won’t stop, and he won’t last long."

While stopping the bleeding with a needle, Manbao asked, "How would you stop the bleeding after sawing off?"

"With fire."

Manbao frowned, not saying the method was ineffective, just not so good, she said, "There’s a risk of decay even after amputation, the survival rate isn’t high either."

"I know," the military doctor who had amputated many legs in the past four or five years said, "but it’s better to saw off, at least two out of ten can survive, without sawing, not even half of ten can survive."

Manbao said, "I can stop the bleeding, keep the leg for now, three days later if there’s no sign of living, then saw it off."

The military doctor knew she spoke about the leg, but the old soldiers didn’t know, alarmed, "He’s not even alive and you want to saw the leg off?"

The military doctor waved his hand, "Go, go, we’re talking about the leg, not the person. Hurry up and make the medicine, you’re making it too slowly."

The old soldiers felt aggrieved, "All stoves and pots are used, I could watch over ten pots, but there must be pots available."

The pots with the army weren’t large; a pot could at most brew medicine for five people, he’d done his best, okay?

Manbao had already started bowing her head, handling the thigh wound, and a while later began suturing, seeing the military doctor watching intently, she then began explaining while suturing...

Zhou Liru’s speed was slower, fortunately, those sent to her were relatively light injuries, but being dragged off the battlefield, they couldn’t be lightly injured, only those completely losing combat power would be taken down.

Such as those with a scratch not at vital points, blood wasn’t gushing fiercely, generally wouldn’t meet the standard of leaving the battlefield.

It was her first time managing a patient alone, somewhat panicked, Bai Erlang handed over scissors, cleaned the wound while muttering, "Can you do it, this chunk of meat died, shouldn’t you clip it off?"

Liu Huan seeing her forehead sweating, took a cloth to wipe her forehead, said to Bai Erlang, "Shut up, can’t you speak less?"

Zhou Liru focused intently, completely ignored the two of them, removed the dead flesh from the patient’s body, then started to suture...

Human flesh and pig flesh were really different, Zhou Liru had to poke around before she got used to it, her heart slowly calmed, motions became smoother, gradually got into rhythm...

Manbao had just finished treating the thigh-injured patient, two soldiers carrying a stretcher hurried inside, shouting, "This is our sergeant, he fell from the horse..."

Manbao turned to look, only glanced and said, "Put him on the bed, did he get trampled? What other injuries does he have?"

The military doctor took a glance and said, "It’s too late..."

Hardly had he finished speaking, the person on the stretcher closed his eyes.

Manbao reached to touch the neck, indeed it was too late.