The voice speaking was eerie and unpleasant, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Feng Luo looked coldly at the person speaking. He was obese and flabby, and didn’t seem like someone who had spent years climbing and crawling in a military camp.
"You just mentioned Imperial Physician, what, are you an Imperial Physician?" Feng Luo asked.
If this obese person claimed to be an Imperial Physician, she might believe it. But to say the one applying medicine was an Imperial Physician? She wouldn’t believe it; no Imperial Physician would make such a rudimentary mistake when applying medicine.
"I am an Imperial Physician. Because the frontlines are tense, they specially sent me down to assist. But unexpectedly, the Prince, considerate as he is, recruited a civilian doctor instead."
Doctor Fu turned around, his eyes were small and squinty, as if they were not open at all.
Despite his small eyes, Feng Luo still saw a hint of disdain and contempt in them, and then he continued, "What kind of people were responsible for choosing the military doctors? Why recruit just anyone to this camp? One old, one young, these two are too mismatched, aren’t they? Can you even treat patients?"
"If they can’t treat patients, how could they have been selected?" Feng Luo countered.
"That’s not certain, maybe it happened because of this."
Doctor Fu rubbed his fingertips, implying Feng Luo and the Old Gang Leader paid their way in.
"Aiya!" Suddenly, the person lying on the bed groaned in pain again, "Gentler, gentler, it hurts!"
Chu Ge looked at the rough cloth sandbag in the doctor’s hand, "What do you have soaked in here?"
"What could it be? Of course, it’s medicinal juice." The doctor, hearing that these people were from the Beggar Gang, immediately put on an unfriendly face.
"This medicine needs salt to draw out the juice. Applying a saline solution to a wound can’t be painless, can it?"
Chu Ge frowned, he thought the smell was off! "But have you considered how much more pain this causes the wounded? Don’t you know that salt on a wound makes it hurt more?"
"Do I need you to teach me that?" The man glared at Chu Ge, "But nothing can be done, people are destined by their beings. This person is from the Beggar Gang and has no right to use good medicine! If you insist we give them good medicine, you’ll have to offer something in return!"
After he finished speaking, the rough cloth bag in his hand was snatched away by Feng Luo, who then slammed it onto the man’s face.
Discrimination again! Unfair treatment again! Were Beggar Gang people meant to suffer such humiliation in the camp?!
Feng Luo was angry, and her hand was naturally heavier, "You’ve said it this far, let me let you taste what it feels like with a cloth bag soaked in saline!"
The man’s mouth and nose were covered tightly, his face turning flushed from being suffocated.
"Mmmmmm..." The man gripped Feng Luo’s wrists tightly, though he was strong enough to bruise her arms red. Yet, Feng Luo used all her strength to suppress him.
"How dare you!" Dr. Fu had never seen such a brute, he angrily pointed at Feng Luo, "How dare you be so disrespectful to a military doctor! Someone! Someone! An assassination! An assassination!"
Dr. Fu shouted loudly, but his body retreated in fear.
Feng Luo didn’t genuinely intend to suffocate the man; she just wanted to teach him a lesson. Seeing his face flushed red, she knew he had learned, and kicked him away, snorting, "Remember this for next time. If you differentiate between the injured again, I’ll make sure you regret it!"
The man scrambled and crawled to Dr. Fu’s side, crying, "Dr. Fu, you must stand up for me, I was bullied by a little beggar; you must stand up for me."
Dr. Fu wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, also startled by Feng Luo’s imposing air, momentarily unable to recover.
"Sit up, let me check your wound." Feng Luo no longer paid attention to the others, turning to the patient in bed, giving orders.
The man sat up as instructed, his scrutinizing gaze swept between Feng Luo and the Old Gang Leader, and the more he looked, the redder his eyes became.
"You... you..." The man, voice trembling, looked at Feng Luo and the Old Gang Leader, suddenly clambering from the bed and kneeling on it, "Disciple pays respects to Old Gang Leader, Miss Feng Luo."
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? This is a military camp, not the Beggar Gang. No need for such courtesies, no need."
The Old Gang Leader hurriedly helped him up, "Sit nicely, let the young lady Feng Luo check your wound."
"How did you get injured?" Feng Luo looked at the wound, which was not shallow, flesh around the wound turned out. Such an injury treated with a salt-soaked rough cloth bag pained her heart, what misfortune had befell her Beggar Sect Disciples, receiving such unfair treatment!
"A few days ago, I got bitten by a snake while gathering herbs in the mountains, then rolled down from the mountain."
The young soldier, seeing Feng Luo and the Old Gang Leader, felt like seeing his kin, feeling both grievances and touched. He felt with the Old Gang Leader and Miss Feng Luo around, their hard days were about to end.
"Bitten by a snake?" Feng Luo was surprised, "What about the wound? Has the poison been cleared?"
The young soldier rolled up his trouser leg, showing a dark, bruised spot on his calf with bite marks, "The doctor said the poison was cleared."
"Cleared my ass!" Feng Luo turned to glare at the military doctor, "Is this what you call cleared poison? If the poison were cleared, why does the wound still cast a dark hue?"
The military doctor shrank back in fright, standing still.
"Let me do it." Chu Ge stepped forward, taking the gauze from Feng Luo’s hand, "The poison has seeped into the marrow already, squeezing like that won’t get it out."
At the moment Chu Ge’s hand touched the young soldier’s calf, he infused a bit of True Qi into it.
He realized the young soldier’s snake venom was about to attack the heart, if the poison wasn’t expelled soon, his life wouldn’t last long.
Who would have thought such darkness existed within a small military camp!
"Detoxifying will be painful, brace yourself." Chu Ge told the young soldier.
The young soldier nodded, "Thank you, doctor."
Under the urging of Chu Ge’s True Qi, black blood slowly oozed out from the wound, and Feng Luo timely brought a tea bowl from somewhere to collect the poison blood.
She planned to show this to the Prince, to Prince He Shuo, to let him see how his subordinates conduct their affairs! Still expecting commoners to serve the court? The day hadn’t even ended yet, and what she heard and witnessed had already filled her heart with indignation!
If this were to spread, it would chill the people’s hearts!
Extracting blood isn’t painful, but extracting poison from the bones is a bit painful. The young soldier gripped the bed tightly, biting his lip in stoic endurance.
Half an hour later, Feng Luo had filled three tea bowls, and the blood gradually turned red.
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