CMWKSD -Chapter 206 A Plea

The young soldier lying on the ground had already begun to speak his last words, his breathing thin and faint.

A fellow soldier who was close to him had eyes reddened to the rims.

Some of the officers and soldiers had indeed died in this battle, but they were only a small portion.

Compared to the number of mountain bandits who had perished, this could truly be called a great victory.

Yet watching a comrade leave this world, no one could feel good about it.

Jiu Yue squatted down. The little soldier was in such pain that his consciousness had already grown hazy, yet he stubbornly insisted on telling his comrades where he had buried his private stash of silver.

He had originally planned to save it to buy wine.

Now he wouldn’t even get to drink it.

Jiu Yue listened to him chattering on and on with a head full of black lines.

If not for the fact that his blood-soaked, miserable state was truly pitiful, Jiu Yue would really have slapped him across the face and shouted for him to shut up.

But honestly, it was already pretty close to that.

Jiu Yue casually slapped a hand over the soldier’s mouth.

The pain made him roll his eyes, nearly passing out on the spot.

“Shut up!”

After that, Jiu Yue placed her hand on the soldier’s wrist to check his pulse.

Once she finished the diagnosis, she lifted her gaze and looked around for tools.

Just then, Ji Yiqing arrived, carrying her medicine chest.

When their eyes met, Jiu Yue’s surprise outweighed her confusion.

This man actually knew she needed her medicine chest—he was practically like a roundworm living in her stomach.

Afterward, Jiu Yue had people prepare strong liquor and warm water.

There was no helping it—this was all the disinfection they could manage.

As for wiping him down, there was no way Jiu Yue herself was going to do that.

She raised her hand and first inserted several needles to stop the bleeding.

Ji Yiqing, along with Ji Chaomian and the others who arrived shortly after, immediately took their respective positions and began assisting Jiu Yue.

Ji Zhouye and the other two worked swiftly and precisely to set up an open-air shelter for her.

Ji Youqin was in charge of handing Jiu Yue various forceps, scissors, thread…

Little Ji stood to the side, holding a brocade handkerchief, carefully wiping sweat from Jiu Yue’s brow.

Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian helped wipe down the soldier lying on the ground.

More and more people gathered around.

This open shelter, exposed on all sides, quickly became packed with onlookers.

Those standing close could only see Jiu Yue’s long fingers flying up and down like a finger dance.

The blood-soaked scene was clearly horrifying.

Yet as Jiu Yue slowly moved her needles, thread, and forceps, the soldier—whose body could hardly be said to have a single intact patch of skin—was gradually being stitched back together.

Jiu Yue’s miraculous fingers pieced a shattered man back into one.

It had to be said—this man’s luck was truly good.

The wounds looked terrifying, but in reality they were all external injuries.

None of the vital organs had been damaged.

The bones were fine as well.

He was just like a rag doll, stitched densely all over.

Of course, it couldn’t be said that it wasn’t serious at all.

If the bleeding hadn’t been stopped and the wounds stitched in time, he would have bled to death.

As the last bead of sweat was wiped away, the soldier who had been stitched up had long since fainted from pain.

It wasn’t that Jiu Yue didn’t want to give him mafeisan.

She just hadn’t expected that, in such a remote backwater, someone would need this kind of suturing procedure.

But the man was alive.

One could even say—he wouldn’t die.

Jiu Yue straightened up and rubbed her shoulders.

Ji Yiqing quickly moved behind her.

Without the slightest sense of impropriety, he raised his hands and began massaging her shoulders.

“How is it?” he asked.

Jiu Yue turned her head proudly. “My ability to snatch people back from the King of Hell is still very strong. When I make a move, there’s no one I can’t pull back.”

“As long as he’s watched carefully tonight and doesn’t develop a fever, there basically won’t be any major problems.”

That single sentence—basically no major problems—held dozens of people present completely frozen in place.

This man had been pronounced a lost cause by both the accompanying military doctors and imperial physicians.

And yet Jiu Yue, just by stitching and patching him up, had brought him back from the brink of death.

Their commandery princess wasn’t just formidable in martial arts—her medical skills were equally astonishing!!!

They were impressed beyond words.

Each and every one of them stared at Jiu Yue with eyes full of stars.

An imperial physician walked over. After witnessing Jiu Yue’s medical techniques, he raised his hand to take the soldier’s pulse.

The shock in his heart surpassed everything else.

The Director of the Imperial Medical Academy, Director Cen, had always been extremely dissatisfied with Jiu Yue.

Even knowing that Shen Zongsheng could now stand and walk while leaning against a wall, after decades as an imperial physician, he still scoffed when news of Jiu Yue’s deeds spread throughout the court.

He dismissed her as an ignorant child—arrogant and unruly—and repeatedly slandered her medical skills.

But Physician Li had come down from the battlefield.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have traveled thousands of miles to Ling Su County this time.

After all, most imperial physicians were old and frail—who could endure such a long journey?

If not for Director Cen’s constant disparagement of Jiu Yue, how would he have learned that although Jiu Yue’s medical methods broke from tradition, she was truly a master physician?

If… if Jiu Yue’s techniques could be promoted and spread—

How many lives could be saved on the battlefield?

Physician Li didn’t even dare to imagine it.

Tears filled his eyes. His hands clenched tightly into fists, trembling slightly.

Jiu Yue was washing her hands when she turned her head and saw an old man staring at her with watery eyes.

Jiu Yue: …

What was going on here?

When Physician Li saw Jiu Yue turn to look at him, he hurriedly wiped his tears.

Then he turned his head again.

Still looking at Jiu Yue with eyes full of tears.

Sir, wiping them like that was basically pointless.

Being stared at without a word, Jiu Yue broke out in goosebumps.

Her tone turned somewhat unfriendly. “What do you want?”

Physician Li’s body trembled at her words.

He knew that what he was about to say wouldn’t be welcome.

But people were selfish—whether it was truly for himself, or truly for the soldiers on the battlefield—

He had to do this.

With that thought, Physician Li suddenly knelt heavily before Jiu Yue.

His forehead pressed firmly to the ground, in a posture of complete submission.

“I beg the Commandery Princess to teach the suturing technique,” he said, his voice choking slightly.

“This old minister once served as a military doctor, and later entered the Imperial Medical Academy.”

“On the battlefield, soldiers often suffer such wounds. But because our suturing methods are very different from the Princess’s, very few can be saved. Let alone wounds with such large openings—when they fall into our hands, they are practically guaranteed to die.”

Jiu Yue frowned slightly. She understood.

Ji Yiqing stepped forward, looking at Physician Li with a deeply furrowed brow. “Physician Li wishes to learn the suturing technique—but for what purpose? To return to the battlefield? Leaving aside your age, even if you learned it, what then?”

Have Jiu Yue teach him, only for him to use it as a favor to curry goodwill—how would that be fair to Jiu Yue?

The Fengyuan Emperor knew Jiu Yue was capable, but people often failed to put themselves in others’ shoes.

Physician Li could see how many lives Jiu Yue’s suturing technique could save—especially among battlefield soldiers.

But the Fengyuan Emperor hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, and naturally couldn’t imagine it.

Physician Li kept his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, glancing anxiously at Ji Yiqing.

Ji Yiqing shifted slightly to the side—given his rank and status, he couldn’t accept Physician Li’s kneeling salute.

“Lord Ji,” Physician Li said hurriedly, “this old minister does not ask the Princess to teach me. I beg only that the Princess teach the military doctors of the army.”

Ji Yiqing let out a long breath.

It seemed that Physician Li wasn’t acting for his own benefit—

He was genuinely considering the officers and soldiers on the battlefield.

Quite a few soldiers stood not far away, listening to the conversation between Physician Li and Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue’s medical skills were indeed nothing short of miraculous.

They could all see it clearly—if every military doctor mastered this suturing technique,

How many fewer soldiers would die in the army?