Governor Duan watched him leave and turned around to interrogate the bandit leader.

Mr. Zhuang and Yin Huo heard that the fighting was over, so they came from the Tata Tribe. As soon as they arrived at the military camp, they saw the ground full of wounded soldiers and were shocked, "The casualties are so severe?"

A nearby staff officer, stretching out his hand to let Zhou Liru bandage his thumb, said, "It’s alright; this time, fewer of the injured soldiers carried off the field died."

Usually, at least half of the wounded soldiers carried off the battlefield would die, not to mention that many injured soldiers never had the chance to be carried off at all.

This time, because the medical tent added two doctors, Zhou Man and Zhou Liru, one of whom was the highly reputable Imperial Doctor Zhou, the soldiers responsible for finding and bringing down the wounded tried their best to carry as many as possible.

Originally, those with injuries to the abdomen and neck wouldn’t be moved down.

Unexpectedly, even with such efforts, fewer people died than before, which surprised the staff officer. So, at this moment, he looked at Mr. Zhuang and Yin Huo with goodwill and pointed the way to them, "The Imperial Doctor is still busy over there."

Zhou Liru finished bandaging his thumb, placed the needle on a tray, and rose without expression, taking a couple of steps to the next wounded soldier.

Liu Huan, carrying the tray, also stood up woodenly. After glancing at the wounded soldier, he skillfully handed her a pair of scissors.

Zhou Liru took them and, with a couple of snips, cut the pants at his knee, exposing the wound and starting to clean it. During the process, she switched from scissors to knife, then to tweezers, cleaning out stones and debris from the flesh, removing some dead tissue before applying medicine to bandage.

The wounded soldier kept groaning, while the two crouching there showed no expression.

Yin Huo watched curiously, squatted next to Liu Huan, and asked, "How many patients have you seen today?"

Liu Huan replied, "Thirty-two, this is the thirty-third one. Generally, we handle these minor injuries."

Even Bai Erlang ran into the medical tent to help, making a duo with Zhou Liru, assisting her.

Initially, the two spoke softly to console the wounded, but as their throats got sore and their expressions turned numb, they no longer wanted to talk.

It was all about treating external wounds, all similar. Saying the same comforting words several times retained enthusiasm, but after a dozen times, it was barely acceptable. Saying it over thirty times, the two really couldn’t manage.

Yin Huo couldn’t comprehend their weariness; he only felt admiration, so he rose to find Zhou Man, hoping to lend a hand.

Manbao was sawing off a hand. The man’s arm had been cut with a knife, only the skin was still attached. Being left far away, he was brought back late. Although the person bringing him had performed emergency bandaging, the man still lost too much blood and was unconscious.

Manbao removed the chaotic layers of clothing around the wound. As soon as she opened the arm, blood began to gush.

She quickly pressed to stop the bleeding, and the blood flow slowed a bit. She instructed Bai Shan, "Cut off all his upper clothes,"

Then said to Bai Erlang, "Fetch the needles, and have someone bring the medicine from prescription number three."

Bai Erlang obliged, hurrying out, nodding briefly at Mr. Zhuang and Yin Huo he passed by.

Yin Huo was stunned seeing blood all over Bai Erlang, not only on his clothes but even on his face.

Bai Erlang quickly returned, handed the needles to Manbao, and said, "They are fetching the medicine."

Manbao taught the military doctor how to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. After both his hands were used to substitute for hers, she finally began the acupuncture...

Once the arm was completely sawed off and the wound handled, Manbao had some blood on her face too. Bai Shan brought the prepared medicine up; she completed the suture, then he stooped to carefully apply the medicine. Blood seeped out slowly, then less and less.

They all observed the cut surface together, confirmed the bleeding was decreasing, and had gradually stopped. Only then did Manbao bandage the severed hand.

The military doctor wasn’t very confident, "Sir, looking at his condition, he might not hold on."

Manbao pondered, "Actually, a blood transfusion can be done."

Bai Shan asked her, "Did you bring the tools?"

Manbao nodded, "I did."

She turned around and said, "It’s in one of my boxes, I’ll go get it."

Actually, it was at Keke’s place, but what’s the difference? She had a box of luggage; only she knew what was inside.

Manbao ran back to the baggage cart, quickly found the marked box, had it carried into her tent, and opened it herself.

First taking out the small box from Keke’s space, placing it inside, then began to look for reagents.

After finding all the reagents on the shelf, she placed them into the small box.

Manbao carried the small box back to the medical tent.

Hearing she intended to perform a blood transfusion, even Governor Duan, in the midst of interrogating the horse thief, dropped his whip and ran to see.

Manbao chased them all out, "This medical tent is already not clean, and you crowded around makes it worse."

But eventually, she allowed them to witness because after cleaning all the equipment, Manbao needed to draw blood.

Consequently, many strong soldiers lined up at the entrance of the medical tent.

Finally finished with the minor injuries, Zhou Liru eagerly ran over and volunteered, "Aunt, I’ll handle pricking their fingers."

Manbao nodded.

So Zhou Liru happily took a short silver needle and pricked their fingers to test blood types.

One of the most renowned medical techniques practiced by Manbao in the capital was - abdominal surgery and blood transfusion.

In the Imperial Medical Bureau, they had all attended this course; of course, it wasn’t mastered in just a day or two.

Yet this course had been studied for a year; regular practice was mainly experimenting on rabbits, stitching on various animals by turns. Zhou Liru’s stitching was practiced this way.

As for blood transfusion, they only learned how to separate serum, prepare reagents, then test blood types. The final step of transfusion, they never had the chance to do it until this time.

Manbao also let her have the chance, standing by to instruct her.

Teacher Mo had mentioned that whole blood was somewhat risky; the best blood should be treated first, but evidently here they lacked the ability and speed for processing, so whole blood had to be used.

She watched Zhou Liru test for the compatible blood type and draw blood, while she constantly checked on the wounded soldier’s condition inside the tent.

She said to the military doctor, "He has a strong will to survive, which is a good sign. Hopefully, it’s not too late."

Zhou Liru finished drawing blood, nervously brought it in, carefully started the injection for transfusion. She controlled the pace, repeatedly glancing at her aunt.

Manbao nodded to her, approving, "Keep doing it just like that."

This was the last patient, so Manbao had plenty of time to focus on him. Several veteran soldiers couldn’t help but turn to view the evening glow outside, thinking to themselves: This boy is really lucky. If he were brought just a bit earlier, he probably wouldn’t have gotten this treatment because the time spent on him would surely mean that doctors had to ensure survival for later patients.

Otherwise, the time spent treating him could have saved three others.