The Barracks for the wounded was not far from the docks.
Many wounded soldiers who could walk on their own, or were supported or even carried by others, were sent to the Barracks for the wounded. Physicians in long robes treated them according to the urgency and severity of their injuries. The camp was merely a stretch of ground filled with tents, with the large tent near the entrance serving as the main treatment area.
Thanks to Chunyang Palace joining the war, the young, able-bodied soldiers who had once been treated as Cannon Fodder now had physicians dedicated to treating them. Many survived because of it.
Since no one dared let Bai Yujun, who had never studied medicine, treat severely wounded patients, she was assigned to handle the lightly wounded instead.
Last night, the rebels had launched a surprise attack on a Barracks on an island. Many wounded had been delivered that morning. The few Lingxu disciples and local physicians bustled back and forth, while bloody water covered the ground and screams rang out everywhere.
Fortunately, there were enough strips of cloth and plenty of medicinal herbs, thanks to the money and effort contributed by the powerful officials, Aristocratic Clans, and great families of the southeastern provinces.
The enormous tent was a hive of activity when several people helped another wounded soldier inside.
"Physician... save my brother, quickly..."
Four soldiers supported a wounded man as they stood in the large tent and shouted anxiously. The wounded soldier was covered in blood but remained conscious. The physicians were all busy, and no one came to help.
"Physician... Physician... please save my brother..."
The burly man, broad-backed and thick-waisted, was in tears as he begged bitterly, but the physicians were occupied treating severely wounded patients and had no hands to spare.
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