Chapter 653

Bortu and others follow Shanli to visit fengqingxiao and are stopped outside by Tiewei. Fearing that the LORD would not accept it, they immediately knelt down in the cold and hard snow outside the tent and asked shanlihu to go in alone and pray to the Lord. These people smile bitterly and look at each other. It's really a toast. If they are willing to submit to the Lord when they are hinted by Shanli, why?

But now it's too late to say anything, they can only pray to the eternal Heaven, the Lord is magnanimous, forgive their hesitation.

"Bang Bang..."

In the tent, there was a heavy voice, and there was a cry in the flash.

They bowed their heads deeply, knowing that their patriarch was in the tent, kowtowing and pleading with the Lord. After a long time, the kowtow disappeared, and they all felt the pain on their forehead. Their new patriarch's forehead had been broken long ago after they knocked so heavily and so many times.

Sure enough, when someone raised his voice and said that they had entered the tent, when they went in, they saw that the patriarch Shanli was pressing a piece of cloth on his forehead, and the white cloth was soaked with blood.

This laid a solid foundation for shanlihu, the new patriarch, in the GuLun tribe.

Yun Zihuang went to the bortu army to treat the seriously injured soldiers. She swore to changshengtian that she would be loyal to fengqingxiao from generation to generation. She got some food, medicine, beef and mutton. Although the number is not large, it is enough to solve their urgent need. What's more, the master of the little miracle doctor personally came to treat their seriously wounded, and many soldiers whose relatives were seriously injured were full of hope.

They have already come from shanlihu, and the military doctors who came to the barracks before have said that this little miracle doctor's medical skill is amazing and his medical skill is all over the world.

Tiewei quickly set up a temporary operating room, and the guard outside was not allowed to get close to anyone.

The wounded were sent in by them. When Yun Zihuang's operation was finished, they carried out the wounded in person and gave them to the GuLun tribe to carry them back to the original tent.

It's like a sealed tent. There's no light that can penetrate to the outside. The shadowless lamp makes the operating table of the tent very bright. Medical machine people are busy with Yun Zihuang to operate on the seriously wounded. Soon, the first batch of seriously wounded patients who had completed the operation were pushed by medical robots and sent to tents outside. This group of severely wounded after operation was sent out by Tiewei, and then sent in the second group.

"So fast?"

Bortu and others were stunned. How long has it been?

Dozens of critically wounded people have been treated?

Do you have two hours?

"Patriarch, the doctor is really fast. Is the doctor always so fast in treating the seriously wounded?"

There was a thick bandage on his forehead, and there was a little blood on the bandage. Suddenly, he said haughtily: "Uncle bortu doesn't know something. His master's hand is as fast as lightning, and his precision is incomparable. His medical skills are all over the world. It's nothing. In heixionggou, countless victims are treated by the master himself every day. I heard that the master used to treat hundreds of seriously injured people one day and one night many times

Just now, because the little doctor was so quick to treat the seriously wounded, they were all puzzled. So they went to check the soldiers who had just been treated from the tent and were sent out.

The wounded soldiers who were dying and waiting to die were breathing steadily, their faces were much better, and they were sleeping. Their bodies smell of medicine, and their wounds are covered with neat snow-white bandages. Some confused generals secretly untied the bandage. They all saw that the wounds of the wounded were ferocious, and even the infected wounds were clean and smooth.

On the wound, there are neat sutures, stitching the wound together, and some kind of medicine.

Cut off the limb of the wound, also on the medicine, bandage is very good.

They don't know what kind of medical skills and methods the master of the miracle doctor used. In a word, these soldiers who will die at any time because they are seriously injured and have no medicine are out of danger. They finally get rid of the long suffering day and night and can't sleep. They fell into a deep sleep, and their faces were calm. Even if they did not know medicine, they could see that their lives were saved.

Boltu pondered, looked at shanlihu, and asked in a low voice: "clan leader, how many times has the doctor treated so many wounded soldiers? But what did the patriarch see with his own eyes? "

"I saw with my own eyes that in heixiong Valley, the master treated more than 1000 wounded soldiers one day and one night."

Bortu was even more shocked: "where can people have such a fast speed? Even if it's all minor injuries, it's impossible to apply medicine to more than 1000 people in one day and one night. "

"You've all seen it with your own eyes now. Do you want me to tell you more?"

All of them were speechless. In less than two hours, they saw with their own eyes that hundreds of seriously injured people were carried in, treated their wounds, saved their lives and sent out.

If they had not been here and seen with their own eyes, the tent was newly built. Only the delicate and beautiful young doctor walked in alone, they would never have believed that in such a short time, one person could cure so many seriously injured soldiers.This is not what people can do!

At the same time, they looked at the tent curtain with awe.

Bortu and some people with a heart noticed that there were always so many guards outside the tent. They carried the injured out and in again. The number of the new injured never changed. This shows that none of these bodyguards went in to help, and the only one who treated the wounded in the tent was the little doctor.

"May I ask the patriarch, who are our Lord and this miracle doctor?"

All of them look at shanlihu and feel a little depressed. They have already paid a big tribute to the Lord and vowed to live forever. They have been loyal to the Lord from generation to generation, but they still don't know the identity and name of the Lord.

Shan Li suddenly said faintly: "is the identity and name of the Lord and the master important? No matter who the Lord and the master are, we have vowed to the eternal Heaven that we will be loyal and follow them from generation to generation. Will you break the oath because of the identity of the Lord? Our lives are all given by the Lord and our master. It is our oath to remember the kindness of the Lord and our master all the time. "

Bortu sighed, bowed his head and said nothing, for he had already seen some faces he seemed to have seen in the guards outside the tent.

And these faces that made him feel familiar and shocked belonged to the soldiers in Northern Xinjiang!

He believes that others around him, too, have discovered this. In fact, the last time they went into the barracks with shanlihu, when they first met the Lord, they had already noticed that this was the biggest reason for their hesitation.

My Lord and the bodyguards around me are the elite soldiers in Northern Xinjiang. What's the identity of my lord