Chapter 969 We can’t save them, we can’t save them!

Chapter 969 We can’t save them, we can’t save them!

Obviously, the shortage of medical care and medicine is indeed very serious. If this continues, many people will die from injuries and illnesses that are not fatal at all.

Seeing Huang Dabiao coming in, one of the old doctors staggered over and knelt down in front of Huang Dabiao, begging with tears in his voice:

"General Huang, please ask General Duanmu to buy some urgently needed medicinal materials as soon as possible. We are running out of medicine for wounds and antipyretics. Many injured soldiers should not have lost their lives! Also, please go outside to recruit more doctors. We really don't have enough manpower! These children were injured while defending the Northern Border. As a person from the Northern Border, I really can't bear to watch them wait to die!"

The old doctor's hair and beard are completely white. He is in his seventies and is a native of northern Xinjiang.

He knew clearly how much change the Dingbei Army had brought to the northern border.

In the past, Northern Xinjiang was not called Northern Xinjiang. It was just a wild land where criminals were exiled by the previous dynasty. The people here were fierce and lawless, and beating, smashing, stealing and robbing were common occurrences.

People from the Northern Desert also often came to harass, rob property, kill men and the elderly, and take children and women back to the Northern Desert to be slaves.

At that time, the people in northern Xinjiang were living in dire straits. Even if they hid in the mountains, they might be found and killed by bandits and barbarians.

Later, Dai Viet was established, the Dinh Bei Army arrived, Beiguan City was built, and most of the originally scattered villages and mountain people moved into the city.

The city became more and more prosperous, and there were fewer and fewer cases of looting and theft. Everyone's life finally became better, and they no longer had to live in fear every day.

The old doctor's parents and brothers were all killed by bandits and barbarians, but he survived by chance and enjoyed a peaceful and protected life in his later years.

Therefore, like other suffering people in the northern border, he was grateful to the Dingbei Army. He treated the soldiers of the Dingbei Army as his own children and could not bear to see these children waiting to die.

He pointed to the tents in the yard and said:

"The injuries outside are considered minor. Those who can bear it should be allowed to bear it first. The anesthetic powder and wound medicine are reserved for those who are in critical condition but can still be saved."

He pointed to a few rooms not far away and said:

"Those in critical condition are in those rooms. Those with serious injuries that cannot be cured are in that room."

He pointed to the most remote room, his eyes filled with sorrow and pity, his voice trembling:

"There, they are all waiting to die there, they are all waiting to die there! We can't save them, we can't save them!"

The old doctor cried so hard that even Huang Dabiao, a tough guy on the battlefield with a heart as hard as iron, had tears in his eyes.

Qiao Ran felt very upset. If she hadn't rushed over, who knows how many more people would have died.

Without waiting for Huang Dabiao to answer, she squatted in front of the old doctor, swiftly took something out of her cloth bag, and placed it on the ground in front of the old doctor.

"Old senior, here are some pills and powders I made myself. Take them for emergency use first. The medicinal materials should be delivered in a while."

"These six bottles are Jinchuang medicine powder, these five bottles are hemostatic pills, these three bottles are body-strengthening pills, these two bottles are heart-strengthening pills, these five bottles are Mafeisan pills, and these two bottles are fever-reducing pills..."

"The purpose and usage are written on the bottle. Take it and distribute it to other doctors."

The old doctor stopped crying and stared blankly at the dozens of porcelain bottles of different sizes lined up on the ground in front of him. The information he heard made him unable to react immediately.

But after a short while, he came to his senses, grabbed a few porcelain bottles with one hand, and cried with joy:

"That's great! That's great! With these medicines, we can save at least hundreds more people! Thank you so much, young lady! Thank you so much, young lady!"

He got up from the ground, holding a few porcelain bottles in one hand and raising the other hand high, shouting to the doctors:

"Everyone, come here! There's medicine here! Everyone, come and get the medicine! We have medicine!"

When they heard there was medicine, the doctors quickly put down what they were doing and ran over, asking in surprise and suspicion:

"Where is it? Where is it? What medicine? Have the herbs been delivered?"

"Where are the herbs? Arrange for someone to unload the truck and boil the herbs, quick, quick, quick!"

When the wounded soldiers, who had already given up hope and were waiting for death or enduring the pain for their wounds to heal, heard that there was medicine, their eyes suddenly lit up, as if they saw hope of life.

When the doctors came over, the old doctor pointed to a pile of porcelain bottles on the ground and said excitedly:

"These are the medicines. They are all prepared powders and pills. There is no need to boil them. Everyone, quickly divide these medicines and use them quickly!"

After saying this, I remembered to introduce to everyone the benefactor who provided these life-saving drugs.

But he looked at the little girl in front of him, but didn't know how to introduce her:

"Well, please forgive me for being so presumptuous, but may I ask which family you are from? We can also let these soldiers remember your kindness!"

Huang Dabiao quickly introduced:

"This is Miss Qiao from the capital, our old prince's future granddaughter-in-law. The one next to her is our prince."

When a group of doctors who had just distributed the medicine heard this, they hurriedly thanked the two:

"Thank you Miss Qiao, thank you Prince! The medicine you sent came just in time!"

Qiao Ran waved her hand:

"Everyone, please don't hesitate to go and treat the wounded!"

As she spoke, she turned around and pointed to the most remote room and said to Huang Dabiao:

"General Huang, I will take care of the injured in that room! But I need to perform surgery on the injured, and no one can disturb me. Please send a few people to guard the door and don't let anyone go in to disturb me. You can only go in after I finish the surgery and come out."

Huang Dabiao didn't expect that she was going to save the seriously injured patient waiting to die in the wing room. He was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly:

"Okay! Okay! I'll send someone to guard the door immediately and no one is allowed to disturb us!"

He immediately asked someone to pick out a few steady soldiers to guard outside the room.

Qiao Ran had already entered the room, and Mo Beihan followed in:

"RanRan, they can't come in, let me help you!"

Qiao Ran did not refuse. After all, Mo Beihan already knew about her space, so there was nothing to keep secret, and she really needed help.

When the two men entered the wing, they saw wooden boards placed on the floor with a dozen seriously wounded soldiers lying on them.

Some were already unconscious, some were having a high fever and talking nonsense, some were groaning in pain, and some were just lying on their backs quietly, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. It was obvious that they were so disheartened that they did not hear the voices outside.

Qiao Ran took out a porcelain bowl and several bottles of spiritual spring water from the space, and asked Mo Beihan to pour the water into the bowl for those people to drink.

When all the injured fell unconscious, Qiao Ran moved his mind and everyone in the room disappeared.