On the fourth day after the war, the air in Songshan Military Mansion was still as cold as it was, but the bloody smell had faded a lot. There were no nervous scenes of hundreds of soldiers carrying stretchers and running quickly while shouting, and no sacred scenes in the holy clinic illuminating the night sky at the same time.

Many white smoke emerged from Huailing outside Songshan, drifting towards the high sky. People who saw this scene from afar in the city stopped and expressed their condolences, because each white smoke represents a fallen soldier. According to preliminary statistics, more than 10,000 soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty died in this battle. This has not been calculated yet. The migrant workers responsible for logistics and supplies and the monks from all sides came to help.

The atmosphere in the Holy Medical Center was no longer as tense as it was a few days ago. Most of the injured were under control, and the people who were seriously injured had already been carried out. However, for some reason, the room in the deepest part was still crowded with people, and the atmosphere seemed particularly anxious.

"I don't listen to any explanation, I just want you to save him."

The general's face was extremely serious and his tone was very tough. When his eyes fell on the bed, his voice became even more violent.

The wounded man lying on the bed was very young. From his clothes and the cloth bag around his waist, he could be seen as a formation master. He was thin and slightly dark in his body, but his face was as white as paper, and he was obviously bleeding too much. His lips were covered with dry skin, and his breathing was very weak, and he seemed to die at any time.

Listening to the general's words, the people in the room felt great pressure and at the same time felt a little confused.

Such a young formation master must have become a famous family and has great prospects, but the general is a very respected confidant of General Ke Shen. He has a very high reputation and a very high status in the Songshan Military Mansion. Why is it that such a wounded man has such a big temper? You must know that in addition to the military doctor, there are two other people who are treating the wounded by this young formation master.

The general knew what people were thinking, but did not explain anything.

He vaguely knew the origin of the young formation master, but it was not because of this that he was so angry and nervous at this time.

Before coming to the clinic, he had just received the file of the investigation.

What happened on that cliff at that time? Now no one knows except the young formation master who was about to die on the bed. But the soldiers who had seen the cliff with their own eyes were sure that those things must be extremely heroic, because the scene they saw was very tragic - more than ten soldiers used the secret magic weapon of the Tang family in Wenshui to perish and died with the five wolf cavalry. On the retreat route in front of the cliff, the bodies of more than ten soldiers were found.

Thirty most elite and brave soldiers of the Songshan Military Mansion sacrificed themselves just to make this young formation master survive. Then he must survive this young formation master, otherwise how can he comfort the souls of his dead subordinates?

"I won't make any explanation because I really don't have the ability to keep him alive."

A woman in a white sacrificial robe stood up from the bed, her beautiful face was full of fatigue, and the soft holy light gradually disappeared from her slender fingers.

The general was silent.

The woman is from the Thirteenth Division of Kyoto Aoshi, surnamed Ah Hua. She just arrived at the Songshan Military Mansion two days ago, and then she began to sleeplessly and constantly treat the injured people on the battlefield. If the Songshan Military Mansion had not reserved enough crystals to help meditate and recover, she would have probably died because of the exhaustion of the holy light.

Facing her, no matter how bad the general was in his mood at this time, he could not say anything serious.

And he could see very clearly that she had done her best to save the young formation master on the bed.

The general looked at the chief priest of the Holy Medical Center.

The priest shook his head slightly without any notice.

Doctors in various clinics are powerless to deal with the injuries of the young formation master. Can the sacred light technique of the priest of the palace and the thirteenth Division of the Qinghuan Department be rescued?

The general's mood fell to the bottom, and he could no longer control his emotions, and he punched the table with a heavy punch.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressed, and someone took off his hat and prepared to express his grief.

At this moment, a famous military doctor in the corner said sadly: "It would be great if there was still cinnabar pill."

The name Cinnabar Dan seems to have some magical power, and the room is quiet, even almost deadly, and only the sound of breathing that gradually becomes thicker and faster is heard.

Some people's eyes showed a look of surprise, but they didn't know what they thought of, and soon became dimmed.

Sure enough, the priest sighed and said, "Our quota was used up on the first day of the battle."

The general knew very well how many seriously injured and dead soldiers were sent back on the battlefield on the first day. From the beginning, there was no hope for this. However, the name was mentioned again. He couldn't help but hold the last hope and asked, "When will the next batch be allocated? Can he last until that day?"

The priest shook his head and said, "The date of dispensing medicine is ten days later, and his injury can last up to five days."

Anhua has been learning the Holy Light Art in the Thirteenth Session of Qinghua. Especially after the war with the demons began, she focused all her attention on her practice and wanted to go to the front line to treat the wounded as soon as possible. She turned a blind eye to the outside world. In addition, she had only two days to come to Songshan Military Mansion and could not understand what everyone was saying.

"What is cinnabar pill? Is it a pill?" she asked in confusion as she looked at the priest.

Judging from the name, the main material of this elixir should be cinnabar. It can indeed be used as medicine and has the effect of stopping bleeding. However, the young formation master's injury is so severe that even her Holy Light Technique cannot work. In her opinion, it is possible to recover unless several archbishops in the same time take action. Can that elixir have the same effect?

The priest understood what she was thinking and said, "Cinnabar Pill can cure this person's injuries."

Everyone nodded, but no one expressed any doubts, because in the minds of people who have seen cinnabar pills, this medicine can cure all the injuries and diseases in the world.

Anhua had never heard of this kind of pill, and could not understand people's fanatical trust, and he had more confusion.

"If it really... can do it, why not try it?"

The priest sighed and said, "Where can you find such a treasure?"

Everyone remembered that the rumor in this medicine was only described in heaven, and they remained silent.

The general said to Anhua: "This medicine is rare."

An Hua was still puzzled and said, "If this medicine does have miraculous effects, why not let the medicine family offer a prescription and then copy it in large quantities by the court or the palace?"

The room was quiet again.

Everyone's eyes fell on her, looking a little nervous.

No one answered her question.

The entire holy clinic suddenly became quiet.

No sound.

It seems like her question is what taboo.
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