Mo Lingxin walked back with a group of defeated generals. Before she arrived at the camp, a long group of people came to pick them up. She saw Lin Jixin, who jumped out of the car at first glance.

"Are you okay?" Lin Jixin rushed to her as soon as possible.

She felt warm in her heart and said with a forced smile: "It's okay! Please help me see the wounded, some of which are the only ones who can cure."

Lin Jixin checked her first, and then went to see the wounded.

It was not convenient for treatment here. The convoy was quickly separated according to the minor and serious injuries. All the minor injuries came to pick up their car, trying to leave the spacious location for the seriously injured. Then several military doctors who came together were divided into several groups, and several nurse soldiers were sent to the seriously injured car, and Lin Jixin also got on one of them casually.

There was also a group of military doctors who came up together. As soon as they entered the army, they used a truck to form a circle, almost subconsciously pushing Lin Jixin aside.

Lin Jixin didn't say anything, and quietly stepped aside to watch them deal with it.

There were two seriously injured people in the car. One had multiple fractures. Due to limited conditions, two nurses were arranged to help them fix their bodies and wait until they returned to the camp to do treatment. The other was biting on their bodies, all of which had been bandaged. But what made them scratch their heads was that the three huge wounds on the outside of the root of the thigh, the deepest one should have injured the large blood vessel. Although they had been treated urgently and tightened the upper end, blood still slowly seeped out from the wound. Now the wounded is unconscious, with a gray face and a weak breath. They urgently started infusions for the injured, but if they could not stop the blood, they were afraid that they would not be able to wait to return to the camp to transfusion surgery.

They tried several methods but failed. In the end, the doctor could only tie the bandage tighter and pressed the large blood vessel on the upper thigh with his hands, hoping to hold it back to the camp.

Seeing them dispersing helplessly, Lin Jixin took the front half of the step: "Can I try it?"

"You?" The doctor looked at him. Because it was brought by Mo Lingxin, these people did not know him or his identity. However, seeing his confident look, the doctor hesitated and nodded, "You let this gentleman come here."

He walked to the wounded man and squatted down, took out the wooden box from his pocket, took out the silver needle and stabbed it three times in a row near his wound. Then the wounded man's continuous bleeding stopped.

"How did it do it?" The doctor's eyes were straight, "Can you teach me?"

"This is a ancestral needle skill," he smiled, "the kind that passes on to the son but not the daughter."

The doctor nodded with a pity: "I understand."

The car quickly returned to the camp, and more people were waiting here in the camp. As soon as the wounded arrived, everyone who had prepared himself rushed up with stretchers and took the many wounded people over.

Lin Jixin mixed in the crowd and turned left and right before he walked out.

He didn't expect that Mo Lingxin was looking at him in the crowd. When he saw him coming over, he said in surprise: "Is the treatment done so soon?"

"No?" he shook his head, "I just looked at it. I didn't see what I had to treat now. Let a professional doctor deal with these wounded people."

Then he saw a flash of disappointment in Mo Lingxin's eyes. If he hadn't known Mo Lingxin very well and knew that she didn't like selfish and indifferent people, he would have really ignored it.

He immediately smiled and said, "I didn't stand by. I secretly treated them with serious injuries. It should be able to help them get treatment."

Mo Lingxin smiled happily: "I knew you were not that kind of indifferent person."

This was probably the only time Mo Lingxin smiled today.

Next, she had to face the reality of losing most of the army. In this era of peace for a long time, the loss pressure of this order of magnitude was heavy enough to allow a general to go to the military court, let alone her. After all, this action was entirely decided by her own decision. She did not ask her superiors for instructions in advance, and then passed the command of the military chief. No matter what her starting point was, she had to bear this consequence.

Lin Jixin roughly knew about this matter, but he knew better that although this matter was serious, Mo Lingxin was finally demoted and he didn't want to intervene.

Seeing that a car came soon and took Mo Lingxin away, he turned his attention to a roof in the camp.

There, a childish new recruit was holding a bloody body tightly.

He had been in this position for a long time, and many people came over to try to move the body away, but were forcibly pushed away by this "brute force" recruit.

Since he did not interfere with everyone, everyone understood the feelings of these soldiers losing their comrades. Until now, they have thrown him over there without any hesitation.

Lin Jixinyan walked to the recruit: "Are you okay?"

The recruit just held the body in his hand tightly and turned a deaf ear to his words.

Judging from his sad and fragile appearance, if he hadn't been full of confidence in his memory, he wouldn't have linked him with the cold and bloodthirsty "super murderer".

Is it really just the same appearance?

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Chapter completed!