They had grown accustomed to all sorts of wounds and no longer reacted to them.
One couldn't help but wonder if these female doctors would faint at the sight.
From the group that had just been huddled together plotting mischief, one man stepped forward with ill intent and asked:
"Besides treating these gunpowder explosion injuries, do you know any other medical skills? Like sword wounds, for instance?"
The woman being addressed didn't even look up.
While carefully cleaning stone fragments from the bloodied flesh of the injured soldier, she replied calmly, "Yes, I have other medicines here that are quite effective for sword wounds as well."
After the woman finished treatment, a man with half his face bandaged approached.
The one who had inquired earlier goaded from behind:
"Medic, why don't you take a look and see if you can treat this sword wound?"
The female doctor, not noticing the mockery in their eyes, had the man lie down and began unwrapping the bandages on his face.
The moment the bandages came off, a foul stench hit them, followed by the visual shock of bloody, sticky flesh.
"Eek!"
Caught off guard, the woman let out a startled cry. The other female doctors all turned to look.
They saw that half of the man's face was skinless, revealing only lumps of uneven flesh stuck to his face.
It looked like meatballs in shape, bumpy and uneven, except these were bloody and reeked of infection.
Seeing the female doctor scream in fright, the other soldiers burst into laughter.
"What's wrong?"
Ge Qing strode over quickly, glanced down, and said to the newly trained medic without changing her expression: "You must remain calm and composed in any situation. You'll encounter even more brutal battlefields in the future."
"This soldier's wound appears to have been infected for some time."
"It needs to be sutured, otherwise the flesh on his face will never grow new skin."
"Assist me, and bring out the scalpel!"
As she spoke, Ge Qing opened the wooden box and took out needle and thread.
Her actions frightened the soldier lying on the bed, who immediately sat up in panic.
"Isn't this a bit... extreme?"
Ge Qing, however, kept a straight face and said seriously:
"I'm not joking with you. Your face already has an odor. If we don't treat it promptly, it could become very dangerous."
"Don't worry, we've studied medical techniques from the future. The thread we use is catgut, which won't cause secondary damage to your face."
When the surrounding soldiers heard that Ge Qing actually intended to suture a human face, they were all too shocked to speak.
This was a human body, not sewing clothes!
This kind of suturing technique was unheard of, but if it was said to be a future medical method, it somehow seemed reasonable.
"Are... are you sure about this?"
Even for a soldier accustomed to life and death, the shock and fear of hearing about suturing his own face showed on his face. His trembling hands and feet further betrayed his emotions.
"It's alright, trust me."
Before the soldier could refuse, Ge Qing ordered the other female doctors: "Come quickly and hold him down."
Hearing Ge Qing's words, several experienced military medics calmly walked forward.
They took ropes from the wooden box and tightly bound the soldier to the bed.
"No! No, no! Help me!"
The soldier cried out to his comrades for help.
Ge Qing, however, fearlessly told them: "If you don't want to watch him die, then trust me!"
"I am absolutely confident I can heal his wound."
"Besides, with all of you watching, are you afraid I'll do something harmful?"
The other soldiers fell silent.
They looked at the female doctors around Ge Qing, each of them skillful and composed, showing no fear or panic.
It seemed the medic who had screamed earlier was probably newly trained.
So...
Weren't these gentle, delicate women afraid of blood and gore?
The border soldiers felt their perceptions being shattered!
They finally nodded and spoke to Ge Qing with more respect and caution.
"Then we'll trouble you, miss!"
"I'd like to see just how amazing this future medical technique is that the common folk have been raving about."
"Can women really do this? I want to see too."
Meanwhile, the female doctor who had been startled earlier had already composed herself. Looking at the soldier's facial wound again, she showed little fear.
Earlier, it was just her lack of experience that caused her to scream in sudden shock.
These soldiers who had survived from piles of corpses, upon seeing Ge Qing using a needle to sew on a human face, felt their hearts split open.
They couldn't even bear to watch and turned their heads away.
It was too horrifying!
Even as bystanders, their hearts trembled. How much more for those actually performing it?
Where on earth did they find these monster medics?
The commotion naturally caught the attention of the generals who were drinking and chatting with ulterior motives on the other side.
Upon hearing that someone was using a suturing method to treat a human face, the generals couldn't sit still and came over to observe.
Witnessing the shocking scene firsthand, General Guan's tense facial muscles twitched slightly.
Under everyone's bated breath, time slowly passed, about as long as it takes an incense stick to burn.
Ge Qing's suturing also reached its final step. She tied a knot, cut the thread, and it was done.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Ge Qing let out a long breath and flashed a brilliant smile at the crowd: "It's done. The operation was a complete success!"
"Heavens, how did it suddenly become less terrifying?"
"Is this the rumored future medical technique?"
"I have to say, it looked scary at first, but now it seems like just a small scar is left, and there's no inflammation."
"When did women become so capable?"
A burst of exclamations and thunderous discussions erupted around them.
All the border soldiers looked at the female doctors with astonished gazes.
This time,
There was no doubt in their eyes.
No mockery.
No teasing.
They suddenly began to question themselves, wondering if their perceptions all these years had been wrong.
"I used anesthetic on your face. It will hurt a bit when it wears off, so bear with it tonight. If it becomes too painful, you can take some of this medicine."
Ge Qing took out a few pills from the wooden box. These were modeled after modern painkillers and had some pain-relieving effects.
Seeing that the wounded soldiers had been bandaged, Zhou Qichen prepared to leave with the female medics.
There were nearly three thousand injured men.
Except for a small number with severe injuries, the other soldiers only needed herbal medicine to recover.
General Guan stared meaningfully at General Zhou, then looked at the composed female medics. He suddenly had something he wanted to ask, but in the end, he held his tongue.
Just as Zhou Qichen was about to leave,
General Guan couldn't help but call out to him: "Zhou Qichen, did all of your battle formations, gunpowder, and these incredible healing techniques today come from Noble Consort Gu?"
Zhou Qichen replied: "She is no longer Noble Consort Gu. We all call her the Divine Lady! Or, Miss Gu."
"She says she is only herself, not anyone's possession."
