Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

Meng Tian looked at Sun Zhe with solemn eyes.

"Doctor Sun, are you sure my son's life is saved?"

Sun Zhe shook his head: "We need to observe for a few more days before we can be sure.

"Sun is not sure now."

"Sun can only say that the son's condition is no longer deteriorating."

Meng Tian exhaled a foul breath.

"This is enough!"

"Please trouble Dr. Sun to take care of the dog."

After saying that, Meng Tian carefully placed Meng Chongde, who was still in a coma, on the soft bed, and then strode out of the tent.

After walking a few steps, Meng Tian saw Wang Ying trembling towards his tent.

"Wang Jianjun!"

After catching up with Wang Ying, Meng Tian slammed his hands together.

"The general thanked Wang Jianjun for saving his life!"

Wang Ying shook his head casually: "General Meng doesn't need to be like this, I'm just a little bit of effort.

Meng Tian looked at Wang Ying's arm.

"Wang Jianjun has just recovered from a serious illness, and his body should not fully recover now.

"The treatment just now is not easy for Wang Jianjun."

Thinking of Wang Ying pulling his son back from the gate of hell with the "three-five-three" pain in his arms and muscles, and the distrust of himself and Sun Zhe, Meng Tian felt mixed feelings.

Agitation, self-blame, shame and other emotions are mixed and present.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Tian looked at Wang Ying gratefully.

Kindness without saying thanks. "

"This kindness, Meng Tian will definitely remember it in his heart!"

Wang Ying felt very satisfied.

Let's see, isn't this favor just in hand?

Wang Ying smiled warmly: "General Meng is so polite."

"It's good that your son is fine."

"If General Meng is fine, I will go back to the tent first."

"Although this official helped Meng Wubai to sew up the wound, but the injury of Meng Wubai is too serious, and must be assisted by soup."

"I have to go back and make a prescription for Meng Wubai."

Meng Tian hurriedly said: "Wang Jianjun's arms were injured, I have troubled Wang Jianjun for two hours and I feel ashamed."

"How can Wang Jianjun make any more effort for this matter of pen and ink?"

"I would like to write for Wang Jianjun."

Wang Ying hesitated for a moment, looked at his arm again, and finally nodded.

"So, I will trouble General Meng."

Meng Tian relaxed and smiled: "Wang Jianjun is more polite."

Back to camp, Wang Ying dictated, Meng Tian recorded.

After a while, a medicine conveniently appeared in Meng Tian's pen.

After handing over the prescription to a trusted family soldier, he ordered the family soldier to decoct the medicine and give it to Meng Chongde, only then did Meng Tian look seriously at Wang Ying.

"Wang Jianjun, I have an unfeeling request. I wonder if I can trouble Wang Jianjun?"

Wang Ying frowned slightly: "Since it's an unfeeling request, it's better for General Meng not to say anything."

"What does General Meng think?"

Meng Tian was taken aback.

I was so polite, but you really didn't let me say it?

But think of those wounded soldiers who are crying in pain in the wounded barracks.

Thinking of Warrior who would die from injuries every day, Meng Tian didn't want to just keep silent.

After struggling for a few breaths, Meng Tian finally spoke in a low voice with even stronger shame.

"Wang Jianjun, when the armies were fighting, most of the wounded soldiers were wounded by swords, similar to the wounds Gouzi suffered today."

"Since the dog was saved by Wang Jianjun, I would have thought that other wounded soldiers could also be saved by Wang Jianjun's medical skills."

"I hope that my subordinates can learn this kind of medical skills from Wang Jianjun. I wonder if Wang Jianjun is willing to teach me?"

The more he talked, the more embarrassed Meng Tian became.

Fortunately, there were two lumps of plateau red on Meng Tian's cheekbones, which helped Meng Tian cover up some of the blushing on his face.

"Ben will know that Ben's advice is very strong."

"But this medical skill is really too important for this general."

"No matter what conditions Wang Jianjun wants, I will do my best to satisfy Wang Jianjun!"

After finishing speaking, Meng Tian looked at Wang Ying full of apprehension.

Throughout the entire ancient history, in addition to the education carried out by the imperial court, the teaching of theory, spirit, knowledge or technology is conditional.

And one is higher than the other, among which dogs are the most.

After all, a technology is the capital for a family to live and work!

Meng Tian is not sure whether Wang Ying will agree to his proposal.

But Meng Tian is willing to give it a try!

What if it happens?

After listening to Meng Tian's words, Wang Ying fell into silence.

In the camp, there was only the sound of '咚~咚~' made by Wang Ying's fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

After a while, Wang Ying raised his head and looked at Meng Tian with inexplicable eyes.

"This supervising army will not pass on this medical skill to General Meng."

Meng Tian's heart was full of loss, but he could understand it.

After all, Meng Tian is well aware of the truth that the law should not be passed on lightly.

This kind of medical technique was figured out by Wang Ying himself, so Wang Ying naturally has all the right to dispose of it.

Before Meng Tian could open his mouth, Wang Ying asked, "General Meng wants the soldiers in the army to learn and then heal the wounded in the army?"

Meng Tian nodded immediately: "That's right, that's right."

"Although the general hopes that his subordinates can learn Wang Jianjun's medical skills, it is not for his own selfishness."

Wang Ying said lightly: "Among the military market, there are 500 guards in the Yingyang firm, and all of them have some foundation."

"This supervising army will pass on this medical skill to them."

"It is estimated that within ten days, they will be able to start dealing with simple trauma in the military."

Ten days is certainly not enough for a Common to learn too superb medical skills.

But for the wounded who are sure to die, even a one percent increase in the probability of survival is better than nothing.

Meng Tian was overjoyed when he heard the words, and bowed directly to Wang Ying: "I will thank Wang Jianjun on behalf of all the soldiers!"

Standing up straight, Meng Tian laughed heartily: "Just now what Wang Jianjun said, I thought I was going to miss this miraculous medical skill."

"The general should have thought a long time ago, Wang Jianjun was born as a general, and he is also a righteous gentleman, how could he refuse to save the wounded soldiers in the army?"

Wang Ying shook his head: "General Meng, you still don't understand......"

Meng Tian looked puzzled.

Is there any turning point in this matter?

Wang Ying fixedly looked at Meng Tian: "This army is His Majesty's army!"

"I can teach medical skills to the soldiers of Daqin for free."

"But it is absolutely impossible for me to pass on medical skills to General Meng's soldiers!"

"Now, does General Meng understand?"

Meng Tian broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the words.

It turned out that Wang Ying was not stingy, or there was another twist in this matter.

But he committed a taboo himself!

Outside the camp, the order of Emperor Yingzheng arrived at the foot of Jiuyuan City, and Dunruo nodded in satisfaction as he sneaked into the barracks wearing a suit of Common Qin soldier armor.

He is worthy of being the son of Lord Chang'an.

Even thousands of miles away, my loyalty to His Majesty has not faded in the slightest!

Meng Tian was full of fear and hurriedly bowed his hands again: "Thank you, Wang Jianjun, for your suggestion."

"All the soldiers and horses in the world are your majesty's soldiers, not the general's private soldiers!"

Wang Ying nodded and said, "It's good that General Meng understands."

"Otherwise, as the supervisor of this war, I will never spare General Meng lightly!"

Getting closer, Wang Ying lowered his voice and said: "In Xianyang City, some people already call the Yulin Camp the Meng Family Army."

"How to manage the army in the future, I ask General Meng to think more about it."

Meng Tian broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, and the back of his shirt was directly wet with sweat.

Meng's army?

These three words are enough for the heads of the entire Meng family!

No matter how benevolent Ying Zheng is, he will never tolerate the soldiers belonging to the Great Qin becoming the private soldiers of any general!

Meng Tian couldn't help feeling a lingering fear.

What if Wang Ying did not have the potential to explode that day, causing Wang Li and Fusu to die in battle.

In case Wang Ying fails to come back to life after the outbreak, let Wang Ying, the supervisor, die in the army.

Then add the three words "Meng Jiajun", it is enough to be pulled back to Xianyang City and have 0.8 beheaded!

Meng Tian said seriously: "Meng has remembered."

"Such a fallacy, Meng will never make it again!"

"Today's favor, Meng will never forget it!"

While talking, Meng Tian already regarded Wang Ying as a truly reliable and close friend of his own.

Outside the tent, Yiruo's eyes showed admiration.

"First, save Meng Chongde first."

"Use words again to make Meng Tian feel ashamed and cherish Wang Jianjun's medical skills even more."

"Later, he intimidated Meng Tian with suspicion of being a private soldier, which disturbed Meng Tian's mind."

"Finally, I used the Xianyang rumors as an entry point to narrow the relationship with Meng Tian."

"Wang Ying really deserves to be the son of Lord Chang'an, and he intends to make Meng Tian, ​​who is the master teacher of this battle, dizzy."

"This one is like a sword, and it is quite a bit like Chang'an's demeanor that he earned back a hundred miles of land for Daqin with just one lip and tongue!"

Touching the silk book in the sleeve, he suddenly smiled and murmured.

"Perhaps even His Majesty can't think of it."

"On the first day I arrive here, I can hand over His Majesty's imperial decree to Wang Jianjun."