The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 12 Because This City... Will Be Broken

Yin time in the morning.

Due to the constant turmoil in the frontier in recent days, the Ping'an army was on guard day and night on the walls of Dingyuan City.

Song Hanhai put on the cold armor and went to the barracks early to practice.

When the sky was still dark, Song Lanyi had already gotten up and finished washing.

She put on a coat and sat in front of the desk, recalling what the medicine sage taught her at night.

[The roads in the world are very different, but they all lead to the same goal.The so-called Tao is built on the basis of talent.Reciting the scriptures and transcribing the classics can both gain talents. 】

[But speaking of it, the fastest way to accumulate talent is to get published in newspapers.Dagan Wenbao spreads all over the world, the more people read your articles, the more people recognize your poetry concept, the more talents you will gain. 】

Therefore, before, Song Lanyi did not cultivate at all, but because of being published in the newspaper, he gained a lot of talent and broke through the ninth rank realm in one fell swoop.

After so many days of observation, this era seems to be an overhead era.

Before the Dagan dynasty, there were Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties.

However, Qin and Han, Three Kingdoms, Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, etc., which were recorded in previous lives, did not appear.

The setting given by the script...seems to be Wen Chaogong's route.

But Song Lanyi asked herself, she is not the Holy Mother, if her interests are not damaged, of course she can be a handsome Wenchao Gong.

But... this is a fairy world.

The ghost knows if there is any great line of cause and effect in this world, and if she forcibly borrows other people's poems, will she bear any cause and effect.

Song Lanyi tapped lightly on the table with her fingertips.

copy?
Of course you have to copy!

This is the current advantage of being a traverser.

The big deal is that people will die and the birds will turn to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years.

Or if you cut down with a knife, you will have a scar the size of a bowl on your head.

Life and death are bearish, if you don't accept it, you just do it!

But...you have to copy it in another way.

This matter still needs more pondering.

After thinking for a while, Song Lanyi slowly picked up the pen.

"Medical Common Sense Prevention Manual - Infectious Diseases."

"Infectious disease is a general term for a major disease that is contagious and may cause an epidemic if conditions are met."

"According to the route of infection, it can be divided into the following categories:"

"[-]. Intestinal infectious diseases: cholera, dysentery, typhoid..."

"[-]. Respiratory tract infectious diseases: diphtheria, rubella..."

"..."

"Specific prevention and control measures:..."

This kind of knowledge, perhaps in the era of the information explosion in later generations, can be said to be known to everyone.

However, in this era where all schools and factions cherish each other, knowledge is often the most precious.

These seemingly simple precautions can sometimes save a life without even realizing it.

While burying one's head in writing, the fonts on the white paper are dotted with golden spots, which looks very miraculous.

Song Lanyi devoted herself wholeheartedly to copying, and it was in this state that the talent in her body increased in a faster way.

If the sum of the talents and abilities of the Ninth Grade Realm is a small pool, then this small pool has already been filled to a quarter.

At about Chen, according to the usual point, it should be time for breakfast.

But at this moment, there was a dull sound of drumming from the direction of the city gate in the distance.

In the frontier city, drums must be played for important events.

Now it's autumn and winter, if the sound of drums beating in Dingyuan City, there must be monsters beating the pass.

Song Lanyi looked serious, immediately put down the pen, put on the cloak, tapped his feet lightly, his body was like a feather, fluttered a few times, and swept a distance of several feet.

It was also at this moment that the housekeeper hurried over and was about to speak when he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him.

Afterwards, Song Lanyi was nowhere to be seen in front of his eyes.

He looked at Song Lanyi's back in the distance with a complex expression, but in the end he just sighed.

Miss...you've grown up after all.

When Song Lanyi came to the hospital, the place was already full of injuries.

The medical hall is located in the outer city, so it is convenient for soldiers to receive treatment here.

There are broken arms and limbs all over the place, and injuries like an arrow stuck on the chest can even be said to be the simplest.

Fortunately, there are a lot of hemostatic powder and Shengji Dan in the medical hall, which allows many great doctors to reduce the time of dealing with minor injuries and instead deal with more complicated injuries.

Seeing this situation, Song Lanyi made a quick decision, used his talents, and gave a clear drink, "Hanging the pot to help the world."

A bright green light, like the ripples of the lake water, turned into ripples and rippled outward.

All doctors, within the range of the green light, only feel that their eyes and ears are clear, and even the healing techniques they use are more effective than usual.

Apart from the doctors, even some of the wounded were a little surprised.

When the green light brushed past, they only felt a sudden cooling sensation from the painful wound.

Although the injury has not healed... But this technique is amazing enough!

This technique not only has the effect of gaining, but also has the effect of calming and relieving pain.

The most important thing is... Song Lanyi's cultivation base is only ninth grade, yet it can have such a remarkable effect!
After finishing all this, Song Lanyi rolled up his sleeves and devoted himself to the cause of saving lives.

She knelt on one knee beside a middle-aged soldier, and took out the hemostatic powder in her sleeve in a muffled voice.

There was a huge hole in the abdomen of the middle-aged soldier, and even the intestines could be seen in the bloody mess.

Even so, he didn't yell out a word of pain in a daze.

Xu Shi felt the pain was unbearable, and he talked about the past.

He looked at Song Lanyi with a smile, sighing, seeming to miss, "Once upon a time, I also had a daughter. If she is still alive, she should be as old as you."

Song Lanyi listened quietly, the movement of smearing medicine and pricking needles kept on.

"That year when there was a catastrophe in the south, I took my wife and children and went north to Dingyuan City."

"Shuobei is desolate and bitterly cold, but fortunately, as long as you enlist in the army, you will always have a wife and daughter to eat. I have never studied, and to put it harshly, I am an ordinary man among scholars."

"I'm a poor man. I don't understand the righteousness of my family and country. All I know is that I want to live. I want my wife and daughter to live with me."

"Unfortunately, my daughter is still going to Beijing."

"Go to Beijing?" Song Lanyi couldn't help asking.

"According to the customs in our hometown, people who have left... can't say much. Those who are close relatives can't even worship in the first three years."

"But... I think about it, I think about it... She really went to Beijing to enjoy the blessing."

Song Lanyi lowered her head, and covered her moist eye sockets with her drooping hair.

When the wounds were all treated, she mobilized her talents and said in a low voice, "A wonderful hand rejuvenates."

The middle-aged soldier only felt a warm current rising from his abdomen, and then, the exposed wounds on his skin healed up bit by bit.

When Song Lanyi turned his head, a soldier's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Do you know why she left?"

Song Lanyi's footsteps paused slightly.

"Because the city in Shuobei...will also be broken..."

　The end of today, the new book period, please take care of the seedlings and follow up more, because the data is more important.

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