Life as a Military Doctor in a Chaotic Age

[The scheduling settings in my draft folder were wrong, and I accidentally posted the first chapter. This book is difficult to write, and without a backlog I might not be able to update regularly during serialization. I'll stockpile some more chapters, then resume posting!]

Wei Changsang is a military doctor, a master of field surgery.

During a peacekeeping mission, he was hit by a stray bullet. He closed his eyes, opened them, and found himself transported to a turbulent age, white coat and all.

After seeing people treated like grass, dying and injured in heaps, Wei Changsang immediately returned to his old profession.

On the battlefield, an injured soldier had been shot in the thigh, rupturing a major artery. The bleeding couldn't be stopped.

The military doctor said bluntly that the man couldn't be saved.

Wei Changsang: "Wait, I can still save him!"

He thrust his hand into the wound, and the bleeding stopped instantly.

His companions, who had been mourning the man: !!!

The military doctor, who had declared him beyond saving: ?!!!

On his first day at the military camp, the soldiers all cried, "Miracle doctor!"

Wei Changsang: "Ahem... I only stopped the bleeding."

War raged across the land without end.

After each battle, the camps filled with wounded soldiers. Limbs were severed, blades had pierced bodies, and wounds festered and rotted with pus. Their cries of pain never stopped.

The historical records say: "The battlefield was covered in wounds from weapons. Many of the injured were left disabled, and the gravely wounded were sure to die."

To perform surgery, Wei Changsang found ways to make scalpels, hemostats, suturing needles, medical scissors...

The wounded soldier being stitched up swallowed nervously. "W-wait a minute!"

To fight infection, he introduced a thirteen-step sterilization process and made antibiotics and distilled alcohol himself.

The whole camp cried, "Wait... miracle doctor! Miracle medicine!" Who said it was too much trouble? It certainly wasn't me! I didn't! (With a perfectly honest expression.)

To solve the problems of rough transport to the rear and the high mortality rate among the gravely wounded, he moved the operating room to the front line, just a few miles from the fighting.

The brave soldiers who fought so fiercely turned pale with shock. "Absolutely not!"

Wei Changsang personally trained a field medical team.

Marching with the army, emergency care on the front line, urgent suturing, frontline surgery...

As countless wounded soldiers watched in disbelief, Wei Changsang snatched batch after batch of people certain to die from the King of Hell's grasp.

A single ambush, with an astonishingly low casualty ratio, made the name "Miracle Doctor Changsang" resound throughout the land.

At first, the warlords who carved up the land dismissed him with contempt and sneered: "In a troubled age, people are no more than grass. They're only low-ranking soldiers. What does it matter if they die or get wounded?"

Wei Changsang held a cold scalpel in his hand. Behind him was the fire of war, and before him stood a crude operating table. His gaze was calm, almost icy. "You treat the common people like pigs and dogs. You are unfit to rule the Central Plains."

The assembled warlords roared with laughter. A mere physician, speaking so arrogantly!

When they lost their battles, they could no longer laugh.

Later,

Emperors who aspired to swallow the sun and moon, ambitious warlords, generals who fought through bloodshed, and renowned ministers bold enough to reshape the world.

They all wanted to get their hands on Miracle Doctor Changsang. They tried to recruit him, win him over, kidnap him, and assassinate him!

Whoever wins Changsang wins the people's hearts, and whoever wins the people's hearts wins the realm!

A technically brilliant, death-defying, idealistic male doctor VS a female general who cuts through enemy ranks, rides into battle seven times and back out seven times, and strikes with a sudden turn of her horse.

Note:

1. Lighthearted, passionate, and stirring daily life in a military camp. The small will move the great, win the people's hearts, and bring peace to a troubled age.

2. Medical techniques will be described in some detail. A feel-good story that is half character growth and half technical expertise.

Theme: Whoever wins the people's hearts wins the realm