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

Chapter 13 Group Milk Technique!
Shuobei's city...will also be broken...

These words rang in Song Lanyi's ears.

She took a few deep breaths, barely calmed down, and continued to treat the next injured patient.

Due to her fast and accurate treatment of wounds, coupled with the dual effects of spells and medicinal powders, the number of injuries in the medical hall decreased sharply at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

The first thing these Zaiwu veterans did after their wounds healed was to climb up the gate of Dingyuan City again with their swords in hand.

After the owner of the clinic found out about this, after a little observation, he discovered that Song Lanyi was different from the others.

She saw that Song Lanyi's cultivation was only at the ninth rank, but when treating certain injuries, the effect she could achieve was even comparable to that of a seventh rank physician.

However, she didn't bother Song Lanyi, instead, intentionally or unintentionally, she arranged some trauma patients next to Song Lanyi.

As a result, Song Lanyi felt something was wrong.

How come the more treatment, the more injuries?
Well, it's time to show them off.

Group therapy!
She took out the white paper and brush from the medicine box in a swish.

It's just that life is at stake at this time, and there is no room for fine grinding.

She simply dipped a little bit of blood that hadn't dried up from the ground.

Afterwards, like flying dragons and phoenixes, on the white paper, write a line of words in a flowing manner——

"Shen Nong's Materia Medica"

Since the Qin and Han Dynasties have not come out, there is no Hua Tuo, Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing...

Then let's sacrifice "Shen Nong's Materia Medica"!

"Confucianists don't need to be famous for their medicine. But knowing the principles of medicine is no better than Confucianism."

"The doctor who speaks in the world must first recommend Shennong..."

Wherever Song Lanyi's pen tip went, there was no sense of stagnation in writing.

It was as if the entire "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" had been deeply engraved in her mind.

Over the past few days, her understanding of the way of medicine has turned into ink marks one by one at this moment.

Combining ink marks with talent, blossoming ink lotuses bloomed on the ground. Suddenly, the entrance of the entire medical center was filled with the fragrance of medicine.

Those who were seriously injured were already on the verge of losing their consciousness. Now that they smelled the fragrance of the medicine, they suddenly felt that the pain on their bodies was subsiding, and even the wounds on their skin were slowly healing.

Although this kind of healing speed is not as good as targeted treatment, the key is efficiency!

To treat a person's injuries, no matter how fast the action is, it will be treated one by one.

But now... At the same time, dozens of people within Mo Lian's growth range can receive treatment!

At this time, the boy doing odd jobs in the medical hall has long been dumbfounded.

He yelled into the medical hall, "Master, master! Come out and see! There is a vision outside!"

Xu is the word "vision", which moved the owner of the museum.

I saw a beautiful woman with jade-like skin and bright eyebrows opened the curtain.

She first looked outside, and then saw Mohe all over the floor, her eyes seemed to have a flash of light.

In this remote Dingyuan City, there are still good seedlings of medicine? !

Just by copying "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", the simplest vision can be transformed - pen falling ink lotus!
This kind of vision has nothing to do with the realm, it is just because of the understanding and perception of this scripture.

The fact that this young girl can transform visions with a ninth-grade state can only show that she is quite savvy in the way of medicine.

She whispered to the boy, "Remember her name."

After that, she took another deep look at Song Lanyi, and then turned around and entered the medical hall.

The medical hall was close to the city wall. At noon, I heard the veterans who had retreated from the city wall say that the frontline battle situation became more and more dangerous.

This time, the Yaoman is coming in a menacing manner, and it seems to be breaking the boat.

Up to now, even His Royal Highness King Ming has been stationed above the city wall, personally confronting the enemy's monster commander.

Perhaps, this is another sense of sadness.

As a strong human race, it can only be used as a deterrent weapon to confront the strong enemy, but cannot really participate in the war.

When the moonlight gradually rose, Song Lanyi's blue jacket and skirt were covered with deep and shallow bloodstains.

She found an open space at random, sat on the ground, held a lunch box, and ate with the surrounding wounded patients.

This is her first meal of the day.

Under a lot of physical labor, she has long been hungry, and the reason why she can survive until now is nothing more than the belief in a doctor in her heart and the support of her inner talent.

There are men and women around the wounded, but one thing is the same.

That is their age, almost all older than Song Lanyi.

Seeing that her head was almost buried in the lunch box, it was obviously just a dry dish, but she was eating it with great relish, and the injuries and patients around her were not enjoying it.

"Little Doctor Song, come and eat with me. I also have braised pork here."

"That's right, Doctor Xiao Song, you saved our lives, it's okay to eat meat!"

Braised pork?
There is no braised pork in the meals issued by the medical center!

She swallowed, and said righteously, "I am the doctor, and you are the sick. How can I eat the meals of the sick?"

As soon as these words came out, the wounded around were in awe.

Doctor Xiao Song is young, but he already has the benevolence of a doctor.

I saw her leaning against a big rock to take a rest after cooking.

Unexpectedly, before she could close her eyes, a broken human voice appeared outside the city gate:

"The human race inside, just capture it! Do you really think that my monster race is so stupid? We have cut off all your communication channels this time, and your food and grass have been cut off. No matter how much you resist, you can only resist stubbornly. "

Hearing the front, Song Lanyi still felt like laughing.

She just couldn't laugh when she heard that the food and grass were cut off.

Dingyuan City is located in Shuobei, the land is barren, and there are many military households, so it is not good at farming. Although there are supplies in the city, it is obviously not enough to fight the monsters for a long time.

She looked at the slightly restless crowd around her, pursed her lips, stood up unconsciously, and looked at the city wall not far away.

At this moment, a soft shout came from the medical hall, "Miss Song, the owner of the hall wants to see you."

Museum owner?

Based on past experience, Song Lanyi knew the owner of this clinic, but it was not as simple as it seemed.

Even his father Song Hanhai, when he mentioned the owner of the museum in his words, he had the meaning of admiration.

Song Lanyi patted the jacket and skirt, and replied, "Here we come."

Lifting the curtain, one can see that the status of the wounded and patients inside the medical hall is much higher than that of the soldiers outside.

Similarly, their injuries are more complex and difficult.

After a rough glance, Song Lanyi raised his head and looked straight ahead.

At the first sight, she was attracted by the graceful woman sitting in the hall with extraordinary bearing.

The woman smiled at her, "Miss Song, don't be restrained, I am the owner of the medical center, you can call me the owner of the hospital. As for the person next to me..."

She showed a meaningful smile, "This is Mr. Gongsun from Prince Ming's residence."

Song Lanyi was taken aback, thinking of his own experience, he had a faint guess in his heart...

　Today's Chapter 1 ha~
　　
　
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