In the seventeenth year of Emperor Yongxing's reign, Hanyuguan passed.
Shen Qingwu was shot by an arrow on the way to his appointment, and when he opened his eyes again, he became the only regular medical officer in the border area - his predecessor was her father, who died on the way to make a medical inspection.
There are 4,800 people in Guancheng, and nine of the nineteen military doctors have escaped, and the rest cannot even suture. Puss and blood flowed everywhere in the wounded barracks, and severed limbs were left outside the tent to feed the dogs. The quartermaster said that high-alcohol liquor could only be handled with a double signature. The old doctor held the medicine box and scolded her for wasting things.
She just wanted to save people.
But here, to save people, you must first pass the military law, the establishment, the eyes of your colleagues, and the trust of the soldiers who have their lives tied to their belts and are waiting to die.
Disinfect? They said just drink it with soju.
Stitch? They say give the golden sore medicine and wait for it to grow on its own.
Take the arrow? They said they couldn't take it and they should wait to die.
Shen Qingwu doesn't make any noise. She picked up the knife and grilled it on the fire, poured half a bowl of 60-degree distilled liquor, and said, "Hold it."
Later, during the bloody battle in Han Yulin, she used mutton leg bones to teach the soldiers how to tie knots; what was collected in the bone gathering pavilion were not bones, but names; looking at Yutai on New Year's Eve, the governor who never talked much handed her a hairpin and said, "Your father would be happy if he saw it."
In the seventeenth year of Dayong Border Pass, some people used swords to defend the country, while others used medicine to save people.
Shen Qingwu had both.
Love is always the same across thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?