Chapter 003: I Am a Divine Doctor

It is the Northern Expedition

However, these are merely minor injuries, so there is no need for seven days

After finally settling down, Zhu Mingzhong took out some alcohol to clean his wounds. The intense pain in his abdomen caused Xu Yuanda, who had lost too much blood, to let out a soft "hm" and awaken once more. Just as he was about to move, a voice reached his ears

Sewing? Is this person just clothing? If so...

The black piece, which had just been pushed away from the tip of the knife, was momentarily taken aback and then asked in surprise.

But if they are not the peasant army, who are they? They speak Hakka, could it be said that this is Fujian?

Zheng Chenggong's northern expedition, is it not the last hope for the revival of the Ming Dynasty? ... Now, could it be said that the defeat has already occurred in Nanjing ...

Looking at their weapons, aside from the broadswords and spears, there are also, observing the weapons in the hands of four of them, hmm, they should be bird guns!

Firstly, these individuals are all dressed in white garments; however, the white clothing appears to be merely a piece of white cloth with a hole cut in the center, draped over their bodies, and secured at the waist with a strip of white cloth, resembling the mourning attire typically worn during funerals in rural areas

Well, even so, let us act as righteous warriors! At least there is a place to settle down, without the worry of having our heads chopped off for lacking a queue.

General, your external injury is nearly healed; it will suffice to remove the stitches in seven days, hmm...

Since we have arrived in Jiangyin, we are naturally under the command of the national surname lord

As the words fell, Zhu Mingzhong took out a plate of head cells from the trunk. Just as he was about to administer the medicine, he recalled that ancient people had never used any antibiotics and thus had no drug resistance. Using this medicine would be somewhat wasteful, so he put the plate of head cells back and then took out a bag of azithromycin granules for children, tore it open, and poured out half a bag, saying.

This person... can really sew?

But what time is it now

In the face of the soldiers' doubts, Zhu Mingzhong scoffed coldly

Is it possible that Zheng Chenggong is currently conducting a northern expedition

Perhaps not everyone is well-versed in the history of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, but for those who have a slight understanding of history, the name Zheng Chenggong is certainly familiar. In later generations, this name has become synonymous with the term "national hero".

Perhaps this person only decided to cut off their braid after hearing this news, intending to seek refuge.

How is it that you all do not believe?

However, due to the size of the wound, the plant ash was unable to stop the bleeding. Therefore, the reason he fainted was entirely due to excessive blood loss

Lord of the National Surname

Restore the great Ming dynasty!

It shouldn't be the peasant army

Since ancient times, where has there been a physician serving in the military?

Do you want to join the military

"Don't move, if you can't even endure this little pain, how can you restore the great Ming dynasty!"

Are you a divine doctor

Having completely calmed down, Zhu Mingzhong directly used scissors to cut open the bandaged cotton cloth. As soon as the cloth was loosened, a half-foot-long wound stained with blood was revealed, with some plant ash mixed in the blood at the wound site. This is a typical "Chinese-style treatment"; even in the 21st century, many migrant workers use cigarette ash to treat wounds. However, its primary function is to stop bleeding and does not prevent wound infection

Lord Guo Xing... what!

In the next moment, the excitement deep within was replaced by another kind of unease

Could they be someone else's team

Since you are a doctor, why have you come here

During the late Ming Dynasty, which army was known for wearing white clothing

Hastily and skillfully finishing the last stitch and tying a knot, Zhu Mingzhong took a piece of gauze from the medical box, soaked it in iodine, and laid it flat on the wound. Finally, he wrapped it with a strip of cotton cloth before standing up.

If you want me to save your captain, then stop being a hindrance!

May I ask under whose command you generals are? What brings you to this desolate wilderness?

How is it that in the army of the national surname lord, there is no physician? Is my expertise as a divine doctor not needed?

The Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty

Ah ... this is good

In his familiar field, Zhu Mingzhong's words carried the unique confidence of a doctor, along with a hint of pride. Although he was merely an unlicensed practitioner, often referred to as a "quack," he was regularly elevated by the praise of his patients, which naturally cultivated a certain demeanor typical of a physician.

This half package of medicine should be taken for five days. If all goes well, after seven days, the general will surely be revitalized and ready to return to the battlefield to fight!

Xu Yuanda's expression appeared somewhat peculiar, as he looked at the doctor with a hint of confusion; it was indeed rare to see a doctor voluntarily enlist in the military.

Zhu Mingzhong immediately refuted

Fujian ... ... Could it be Zheng Chenggong!

Hearing those three words, despite having been mentally prepared, Zhu Mingzhong's hand holding the suturing forceps trembled momentarily

Zhu Mingzhong, lost in thought, clearly did not anticipate the pain of suturing the wound. While he was stitching, he unexpectedly woke Xu Yuanda from his pain. Just as Xu wanted to struggle, Zhu Mingzhong, who almost stitched the wound incorrectly, felt a surge of anger.

Xu Yuanda, with a smile on his face, looked at Zhu Mingzhong with great interest and said

Xu Yuanda, who was originally in pain and drenched in sweat, upon hearing this, dared not move again. He could only stare with his bulging eyes, clenching his teeth tightly, and even stopped breathing heavily, fearing that the so-called 'doctor' would look down on him. Looking at this self-proclaimed 'doctor' and righteous man, he truly believed in the person's identity now, not because he had cut off the rat tail at the back of his head, but because of the words spoken by the other party.

Speaking in such a manner, Zhu Mingzhong glanced at the wound and finally let out a sigh of relief, realizing it was merely a superficial injury. He then took out some iodine to treat the wound, followed by a suture needle, threading it with the suture line, and began to stitch the wound. The fifteen to sixteen centimeter wound required only about twenty stitches. To the astonishment of the onlookers, Zhu Mingzhong meticulously stitched the wound, albeit at a slow pace. The reason for his deliberate slowness was to ascertain the nature of the situation.

Zheng Chenggong's recovery of Taiwan, what did he do before recovering Taiwan? Xiamen? Kinmen? No! Further back, further back, this is not Fujian, not Fujian!

Although he knew that this person was testing him, Xu Yuanda still spoke honestly

Why come here

Why have you stopped, doctor?

Could it be Jiangsu ...? ... No, it is Jiangyin of Nanjing Prefecture

Without waiting for the burly man in front to finish speaking

Um ... ...

Yes, it is the Northern Expedition

While suturing the wound with a surgical clamp holding the suture needle, Zhu Mingzhong occasionally glanced at the people around him with his peripheral vision

Of course it can be stitched. If such an external injury is not sutured, not only will the wound heal slowly, but it may also lead to fatal bleeding!

Do not move, if you want to live, do not move

Observing the doctor's slightly trembling fingers, which seemed to indicate some excitement, Xu Yuanda expressed his confusion. However, the mention of "Daming" eased his mind; despite the man's strange attire, he was indeed a loyal individual with a heart for Daming. Noticing the man's monk-like bald head, Xu understood that he had once shaved his head but had since grown his hair back. They had only just advanced into the Yangtze River, and Jiangyin had yet to be restored, leaving no room for him to act carelessly.

I have heard that the Lord of the National Surname has led his righteous army northward into the Yangtze River, causing the enemy along the river to flee in fear. Therefore, I cut off my braid to join the Lord of the National Surname, but unexpectedly encountered several military gentlemen here

Sir, what is this ... ...

Lord of the National Surname

Thinking of that figure revered by countless compatriots in later generations, the Lord of the National Surname, and recalling the lamentations of helplessness whenever he is mentioned, Zhu Mingzhong was even unaware of the excitement within himself. Could it be that he was in Fujian? ... Zheng Chenggong ...! ... No, it is Zhu Chenggong!

Jiangyin

Zheng Chenggong

When did Zheng Chenggong arrive in Jiangyin

Watching this person stitch the captain's wound stitch by stitch was like sewing clothes, and Heizi and the others were all dumbfounded. As for the captain's pain, it was as if they were completely oblivious to it.

Taking the words of the strong man, Zhu Mingzhong cautiously inquired

Jiangyin

Who the hell knows why this happened, feeling bitter inside, Zhu Mingzhong spoke with righteous indignation but said,

His words, combined with the extraordinary demeanor of that person, left the soldiers around him exchanging glances, and none dared to speak further