Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis. One general will make thousands of bones wither.
For thousands of years, people have only had a deep memory of "One general's success will make thousands of bones wither", but they did not know that the previous sentence "You should not say anything about the prince" has more connotation and is more classic.
This sentence fully warns the generals who set foot on the battlefield not to think about becoming a prince or general based on their merits, because everything you achieve was obtained with the lives of thousands of soldiers.
It can be said that Yang Fan now has a profound understanding of this sentence.
At this time, Yang Fan's mentality changed and he no longer regarded this war as a game.
I know in my heart that ending this war as quickly as possible is the best outcome.
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Seeing the tragic appearance of the wounded soldiers, everyone was moved.
The doctor surnamed Zeng felt even more sad. He shook his head and lamented: "Although it is the duty of doctors to save lives and heal the wounded, manpower is limited, and there will always be times when there is no way to save the day. Once someone is injured by an arrow on the battlefield, how many can save him?"
Coming back?"
In fact, Yang Fan also knew that it was not that ancient medical techniques could not treat wounds, but that the ensuing infection made it difficult for wounded soldiers to survive.
As long as the problem of wound inflammation can be solved, many lives can be saved.
Junyangfang has begun to develop alcohol, but it has not yet started promoting it.
I originally wanted to wait until the medical school in Junyangfang was established before taking it out, but now it seems that it is imminent.
It was impossible for Yang Fan to watch these warm-blooded men lose their lives due to infection.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan shouted: "Who said you can't survive after being injured by an arrow?"
The doctor surnamed Zeng was furious and said displeasedly: "How many years have you, a young boy, studied medical skills? How many people have you saved? Now you actually dare to talk nonsense?"
Yang Fan's words were a slap in the face, questioning his medical skills.
As a military physician sent by the Imperial Medical Office, he has absolute confidence in his medical skills.
Even if the best doctor in the Imperial Medical Office came over, he believed that he would be helpless in this situation.
Seeing that the situation was a bit embarrassing, Liu Rengui quickly stopped the doctor named Zeng and said: "Doctor Zeng, please don't be rude. This is the Marquis of Zhongyi, and now he is the vanguard general..."
Then he turned to Yang Fan and apologized: "Honor Zhongyi, don't be offended. Doctor Zeng is just worried about the injuries of the wounded soldiers..."
Yang Fan waved his hand. Of course he wouldn't take the doctor named Zeng's words to heart. Instead, he thought this middle-aged doctor was a bit cute.
Although the medical skills of a doctor named Zeng are not very good, his medical ethics should still be good.
If there was no reaction at all, Yang Fan would be disappointed, so he laughed and said, "It doesn't matter!"
The doctor surnamed Zeng did not expect that the young man in front of him was Marquis Zhongyi. He was so frightened that he shivered and did not dare to say a word.
However, I was very unconvinced. Since ancient times, it has been impossible to save such serious injuries from swords and arrows.
However, Yang Fan's words awakened a group of wounded soldiers who were waiting to die.
Just seeing the extremely young general in front of them, the hope that had just risen in the eyes of the wounded soldiers was extinguished again.
In their view, someone who became a general at such a young age is obviously a second-generation noble who only knows how to earn military merits. They are just saying these things to show off!
Seeing the wounded soldiers turn from full of hope to dejected, Yang Fan cleared his throat and said loudly: "This is Yang Fan, the Marquis of Zhongyi, who is also the new vanguard general. He was the one who cured the smallpox plague..."
"Whether you believe it or not, I, Yang Fan, tell the truth and I never tell lies. I will leave my words here today. As long as everyone believes in me, they will all have hope of living!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the place suddenly became noisy.
"It turns out that this is Marquis Zhongyi. I am so young that I cannot see Mount Tai. Please forgive me, Lord Marquis!"
"Brothers, Marquis Zhongyi can even cure the smallpox plague. This small injury is nothing, I believe..."
"Brothers, Marquis Zhongyi has come to save us. If the Marquis can save us, he will save us. Please stay alert..."
"I believe!"
"I believe too!"
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For a moment, a fire of hope lit up in the eyes of all the wounded soldiers.
The ants are still living an ignoble existence, but who wouldn't long for the hope of survival?
Yang Fan smiled!
Once a person gets sick, mental breakdown is more terrible than the disease. Looking at the howling wounded soldiers, it is obvious that the trick of pulling on the tiger's skin to carry the banner has a good effect.
However, Liu Rengui smiled bitterly and reminded Yang Fan softly: "Master Hou, why are you doing this? Although I also want to treat these wounded soldiers, if I can save them, how can I not let the doctor do his best to treat them?"
"There are too many wounded soldiers now. These seriously injured soldiers cannot be rescued anyway. It is better to let the doctor rescue the lightly injured soldiers..."
"Now that the Marquis has said this, if the seriously injured soldiers cannot be rescued, they must think that the doctor has not tried his best to treat them. If a mutiny occurs, the official, as the official coordinating the wounded soldiers camp, will certainly be blamed."
Seeing Liu Rengui's wise way of protecting himself, Yang Fan felt a little disdainful.
Although Liu Rengui was a famous general and prime minister with a reputation passed down through the ages, and he was also a representative of success in old age, Yang Fan really looked down upon his actions.
In the original history, in the later period of Liu Rengui's career, in order to attack his political opponents, he deliberately refused to take command during the war against Tibet.
Instead, political opponents who did not understand military affairs were put in charge, which led to the defeat of the Tang army, causing the Tang Dynasty to lose its advantage, and turned into a centuries-old dispute between the Tang Dynasty and Tubo.
It can be said that Liu Rengui is a sinner.
After glaring at Liu Rengui, Yang Fan snorted coldly and said displeasedly: "Do you think I am talking nonsense?"
Although he was a little confused, Liu Rengui was still startled and quickly replied: "I don't dare, the lower official."
However, it can be seen from his resentful eyes that he is still dissatisfied...
No longer concerned about Liu Rengui's duplicity, Yang Fan said seriously: "As an official, you should solve problems for the people. What's more, these are warriors who fought for the Tang Dynasty. How can they not do their best to treat them?"
"Besides, I am not lying. As long as we handle it properly and take care of it, these soldiers should be able to be saved."
Yang Fan sighed secretly, this guy still has some talent, and he hopes he can change his selfish character.
Liu Rengui smiled brightly, cupped his hands and said, "The Marquis's lesson is correct. I am ashamed of myself. Rengui must remember the Marquis's teachings."
The doctor surnamed Zeng on the side was a little stunned and said in surprise: "Xia Guan is Zeng's servant of the marching doctor, and he is subordinate to the imperial doctor Shu... The Marquis really has a way to treat arrow wounds?"
If anyone else had said this, Zeng Pu would have really wanted to spit on him, thinking that he had studied medicine for generations and was an imperial physician at the imperial hospital.
Although he is not said to have unparalleled medical skills, there are really not many people in the entire Imperial Hospital who dare to boast that their medical skills are superior to his.
Even he was helpless to do anything about these seriously injured soldiers, but Yang Fan spoke resolutely.
Although Liu Rengui was afraid of taking responsibility just now, he still let Yang Fan step down.
Now Yang Fan didn't care at all, and instead scolded Liu Rengui. He was obviously very confident, and Zeng Pu couldn't help but believe it.
You must know that this man in front of you can even cure the smallpox plague. Even if you know some other heaven-defying methods, it is still possible.
In Zeng Pu's expectant eyes, Yang Fan puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Of course there is!"
Then he turned back to Su Dingfang and ordered: "Go to the Guards and get the alcohol..."
"Promise!" Su Dingfang agreed loudly, and at the same time he was full of confidence.
I remember that one of the soldiers broke his leg during training, and the marquis cured it in just one month. It was a miracle.
As Su Dingfang left, Yang Fan frowned and looked at the wounded soldiers on the ground, and couldn't help but secretly complain.
This kind of wounded barracks was like a graveyard. Good people would get sick even if they stayed for a few days, let alone the wounded. So Liu Rengui was asked to send someone to clean it...
Seeing Yang Fan doing so many actions that had nothing to do with treatment, Zeng Pu asked in confusion: "Master Marquis, what is alcohol? Is it given to injured soldiers? What is the purpose of cleaning?"
Seeing that Zeng Pu was eager to learn, Yang Fan certainly wouldn't hide it and explained everything one by one.
In the future, when soldiers are injured or injured, they will have to rely on this doctor. It is impossible for Yang Fan to do it himself for every wounded soldier.