"I just went down the mountain and passed the big tent. I heard from the doctor that the Marquis just coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and then his whole body became hot and his breathing became faster and faster..."
Xu Xiao looked worried and said: "I heard from the doctor that the situation is not very good."
Qinghuai is the spiritual pillar of the Tielin Army. If he falls, the morale of the Tielin Army will be dissipated.
Instructing the sergeant to stay on the mountain and chop down trees, Jin Feng led Zhong Wu and Xu Xiao down the mountain as quickly as possible.
A group of soldiers gathered outside the Chinese army's tent. When they saw Jin Feng approaching, they quickly moved out of the way.
The military doctor was treating Qing Huai's wounds, and there was an old man Jin Feng didn't recognize standing next to him.
Because of Qinghuai's relationship, the people in the Tielin Army were very respectful to Jin Feng, and no one dared to call him by his first name.
But this old man who didn't know where he came from, as soon as he saw Jin Feng, he squinted and asked, "Are you Jin Feng?"
Jin Feng's principle of dealing with things is that if others respect me, I will give others a foot.
For example, Qinghuai never stood up to Jin Feng, so Jin Feng was willing to go to northern Shaanxi with him and fight against the party's cavalry with all his strength.
The old man looked like his eyes were higher than his head, but his tone was so aggressive. His attitude made Jin Feng very unhappy. He pretended that he didn't hear the old man's question and walked straight to the hospital bed.
Ignoring is the greatest harm to the enemy. The old man has been working as an aide with General Fan these years. Wherever he goes, is he not praised by everyone?
Today, he was ignored by an unknown person, but he was so angry that he puffed his beard, glared and yelled: "Jin Feng, I'm asking you a question!"
Jin Feng still didn't look at him, but turned to Liu Qiong who was standing beside Qinghuai's bed and asked, "Who is this old man?"
"Returning to the general, this is General Fan's staff, Mr. Zhao Yue Zhao." Liu Qiong replied.
"It turns out to be someone from General Fan's side."
Jin Feng nodded slightly, then turned to glance at the old man.
Old man Zhao snorted coldly, held his head high, and thought about how he should humiliate Jin Feng and kill his spirit when Jin Feng came to visit him later.
But after waiting for a long time with his neck raised, Jin Feng didn't wait to pay his respects.
Turning around, he saw that Jin Feng had already walked to Qinghuai's bedside and had no intention of visiting him at all.
"Jin Feng, General Fan asked me to come over..."
Before he finished speaking, Jin Feng suddenly turned his head and said coldly: "If you have anything else, wait until I finish watching the Marquis!"
The old man's remaining words were suddenly choked back, he shook his sleeves hard and stood aside.
Jin Feng turned around and saw the military doctor taking out a piece of cotton cloth from the bucket to clean Qinghuai's wound.
No wonder Qinghuai has a fever.
The water in the bucket was brought back from the river and was not changed for several days. I don't know how many bacteria have grown in it.
Use this kind of water to clean wounds and avoid infection and fever.
"You cannot clean the wounds of the Marquis with water."
Seeing that the cotton cloth was about to be rubbed on the wound, Jin Feng quickly stopped him.
"General, what can we do without water?" the military doctor asked in confusion.
"There are small bugs in the water that we can't see. If you clean the wound with water, the bugs will get into the body of the Marquis, and the wound will become inflamed, red, swollen and pus. Cleaning with wine can kill these bugs, preferably strong alcohol.
, the more intense the better.”
Jin Feng couldn't explain bacteria, viruses and alcohol to the military doctor, so he could only say this.
"It's a joke. I've lived almost all my life and I've never heard of any invisible bugs in the water."
Old Man Zhao sneered and said: "It's extremely painful to clean the wound with strong alcohol. I think you want to kill Qinghou!"
After saying that, he scolded the military doctor fiercely: "You are not allowed to use strong alcohol to clean Qinghou's wounds. Otherwise, if Qinghou makes any mistakes, I will report it to General Fan. You are the only one asking!"
The military doctor originally planned to listen to Jin Feng's words and give Qing Huai strong liquor to clean his wounds, but when the old man said this, the military doctor was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a thud, burying his head and not daring to speak.
He can't afford to offend the two big bosses, and it's wrong to listen to anyone...
The old man's words made Jin Feng's heart skip a beat.
Before Qing Huai fell into coma, he handed over the Tielin Army to him. This trust moved Jin Feng very much.
However, Qinghuai has been unconscious and now has a high fever. No one can say whether he can survive it.
Ignorance is very scary. If the military doctor listened to him and Qinghuai didn't survive in the end, it would be hard to explain.
But without warning, Qinghuai's hope of survival would be even slimmer.
Just when Jin Feng was hesitating whether to persist, a faint voice suddenly came from his ears: "Listen to Mr...."
"Master Hou, you're awake!"
Liu Qiong, who had been guarding the bedside, squatted down in surprise.
"I said... everything must be listened to sir..."
"yes!"
Liu Qiong nodded quickly: "I promise to listen to sir in everything from now on."
"Sir... the Tielin Army... is left to you..."
Qinghuai grabbed Jin Feng's sleeve and said with difficulty.
"Master Marquis, just rest assured and recuperate. When you recover, I will definitely return the Tielin Army to your hands."
Jin Feng knelt down and gently patted Qinghuai's shoulder.
"Mr. Zhao..."
Qinghuai looked at the old man again: "I know General Fan sent you... to supervise Mr. Jin... You can watch... but I don't want you to interfere with military affairs... let alone contradict Mr. Jin... otherwise... kill
…”
After saying this, Qinghuai passed out again.
"The conditions here are too bad. Liu Qiong, please prepare a carriage later to take the Marquis back to Weizhou City and find the best doctor for treatment."
Jin Feng stood up and said.
Then he said to the military doctor: "You should also follow me. In the future, you will need to use strong alcohol to clean the Marquis's wound, the cotton cloth to wrap the wound, and the boiling water to make a cup of tea. Do you understand?"
"yes!"
The military doctor quickly kowtowed and agreed.
After Qinghuai and Liu Qiong's carriages were sent out of the military camp, Jin Feng turned back.
By this time it was already dark, and the sergeant who went up the mountain to cut bamboos had returned with a thousand bamboos.
Zhong Wu took over the forward camp of the Tielin Army, which consisted of exactly five hundred people. Each man held a four- to five-meter-long bamboo and walked in the dark to the river beach in Qingshui Valley.
Just as the forward battalion left, another battalion of soldiers, carrying shovels, hoes and other items, also walked into the river beach.
"What are they doing in the valley at this time? Do you want to attack the Dangxiang camp at night?"
Old man Zhao stared and asked: "If such a small number of people attack the party camp, they will die!"
"The Marquis said, you can't interfere in military affairs!"
Jin Feng gave the old man a cold look: "I hope there won't be another time!"
The old man was so angry that his hands trembled, but in the end he did not dare to contradict him anymore. He shook off his sleeves and returned to his tent.
In my heart, I even hoped that the party members would come over and give this ignorant boy some color.
Early the next morning, the genius was bright, and before Mr. Zhao got up, he heard the sound of intensive drums outside.