Five-Foot-Tall, Broad-Boned Medic

In modern times, as long as a severed arm or leg was retrieved in time, it could be reattached. Ordinary cuts were even less of a problem. Naturally, people were no longer afraid of being cut or cutting others.

If Wang Xuan could truly achieve a one-hundred-percent recovery rate for ordinary wounded soldiers, then leaving everything else aside, troop combat power and morale could rise several times over.

"We can basically save them all!" Wang Xuan replied confidently.

Liu Bei knew how important this information was. He immediately grabbed Wang Xuan's hand and hurried toward his own main tent.

"How do we save them? How much will it cost? How many people can we save?" After ordering the guards to secure the area, Liu Bei asked impatiently as soon as they entered.

"There are many methods." Wang Xuan thought for a moment before answering.

"Many?" Liu Bei could hardly believe it. How many years had it been? Thousands of years, perhaps? The casualty situation in war had never improved at all. How had it become a matter of having many methods once it reached Wang Xuan?

At that moment, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Dian Wei, and the others also followed them in. Seeing the tense atmosphere inside the main tent, they grew curious.

"When you mentioned the cost, I remembered something. It really isn't small!" Wang Xuan shook his head and gave a bitter smile. This wasn't the Ming Dynasty. Although the Ming Dynasty wasn't developed either, its available resources were still far better than those of the Late Han Dynasty.

Liu Bei's expression darkened. If the cost was too high, there was no way to popularize the method, and then it would be of little use.

Seeing Liu Bei's expression, Wang Xuan smiled. "Duke Xuande, there's no need to