You're The Blessing Of Many More People

Rong Yan, who had eaten and slept well, was in high spirits. After completing his work with extreme efficiency, he went to the injured soldiers' area. There was a strong smell of medicine here, but unlike a few days ago, the cries of pain were much less. The injured and sick soldiers were arranged according to their injuries. Although their faces were still pale, they looked hopeful.

At the front, Gongsun Zhongjing led a few doctors from the Genius Doctor Valley and gestured at the patients on the bed. "This hand can still be reattached. I'll do it later."

"It's not like this leg has to be cut off. If we can clear all the dirty things inside and drink the medicine for a few days, at least his life will be saved. Junior Nephew, leave this to me."