The doctors of the Jubaoshan Guard were very busy today. Not only did they have to deal with the wounded in the headquarters, but they also had to go to Jin'an Qianhu Institute to help.

Jin An saw that his subordinates were called to cook cloths, and he only ordered new cloths.

“Why do you need to cook?”

In the past, when there were injured injured people, their treatment was to apply medicine and then bandage it directly. When will it be cooked?

Jin An couldn't help but go over and ask.

A doctor was sewing the injured person's thigh with needles and thread. Hearing this, he said impatiently: "That's disinfection. If it's not disinfection, who knows if there is any virus on those cloths? If it's bandaged, are you trying to save people or harm people!"

The doctor did not stop his hands while he was talking, and the guy with the knife in his thigh had taken Mafei San, so he didn't feel that someone was sewing his body.

Jin An watched the needle and thread pass through the flesh and blood, and he pulled it from time to time, and suddenly felt his teeth sore and his body felt numb.

After sewing the wound, the doctor stood up and smiled at the wounded who was still in anesthesia: "I can't die, I'm not long after I'm a hero again!"

Not far away, a doctor had just sutured the wounded's abdomen, took out a small notebook with bloody hands, leaned over to the wounded's ear and asked, "Brother, is there anything else that has not been settled?"

The wounded trembled slightly, half opened his eyes and said faintly: "I...I want to eat...pig's trotters, I want...fat..."

"There are brothers who want to eat pig's trotters, so they need to be fat!"

The doctor shouted.

Jin An was stunned and walked over and asked, "He is not good enough? But all the pigs in the camp were killed before."

The doctor whispered: "He can't do it anymore. According to Master's rules, we have to satisfy all the wishes that can be satisfied."

Jin An said with a puzzled look: "If there are no pigs in the camp, if you go to sell them specifically..."

In Jin'an's opinion, these dying sergeants were enough to watch his pension after the incident at most, and they bought him a pig, which was a bit...

"Brother!"

"Brother..."

Amidst the sound of greetings, I woke up.

"Brother."

The doctor looked at Jin An with some dissatisfaction, then pointed to the wounded man whose chest was only slightly undulating, "Brother, this brother's organs are broken, and he wants to eat pig's trotters for the unfinished thing."

The soldier was under Jin An's command, so Fang Xing looked at him with a consultation gaze.

Jin An said in disappointment: "Brother, there are no pigs in the camp."

Fang Xing bent down, "Brother, hold on, the pig's trotters will come soon."

Turning back, Fang Xing said depressedly: "Go and make him a pig's trotter right away!"

Jin An reiterated embarrassedly: "Brother, there is no in the camp..."

"Then go buy it. If you can't buy it, go grab it! Go to Jiaozhiren!"

Seeing Fang Xing's face turned pale, Xiaodao took the man there without saying a word.

Jin An stood there, watching Fang Xing go to comfort the wounded one by one. If someone is seriously injured, he will stop and comfort him with a gentle voice.

After Fang woke up, Jin An came over and prepared to admit his mistake, even if he thought he was right.

"Brother, I'm wrong..."

Fang Xing frowned and said, "It's not you who is wrong, but the rules in the army!"

"These soldiers are fighting for the country, but they don't want to eat a pig's feet before they go. What kind of bullshit rules are these!"

Fang Xing lowered his voice and cursed, feeling depressed, so he went outside.

"Lao Qi, you are waiting outside and no one is allowed to come in." Fang Xing entered a room where miscellaneous items were piled up.

When he came out again, there was something more in his hand.

"Does go, do them!"

Not far outside was the kitchen. Not long after I woke up, Xiaodao brought people back.

He took the lead, holding a pig's leg that was still dripping blood.

"etc."

Fang Xing saw Xiaodao about to rush into the kitchen, so he shouted.

The chef in the kitchen almost got scared when he saw Fang Xing. He thought that he had spitted into the dishes while cooking lunch.

Fang Xing opened the pressure cooker in his hand and washed it for a while, then ordered: "Go and ask the brother what kind of pig's trotters he likes to eat."

Xiaodao ran quickly and said in embarrassment when he came back: "Master, that brother said he wanted to eat boiled in plain water, and to cook it sour, but he..."

Fang Xing didn't need anyone to help him. He quickly burned the pig's trotters with fire, washed them and put them in the pot.

"What's this?"

The chef couldn't help but feel curious when he saw Fang Xing cover the lid and then added a hat to the top.

"Big fire!"

The flames immediately rose, licking the pot while illuminating Fang Xing's expressionless face.

I didn't mean it...

I must have not intended...

Xiaodao saw sweat gradually appearing on Fang Xing's face on the side, and his eyes seemed to be a little...

pain!

"Shit..."

A stream of heat rushed out of the top of the pot, and the little hat began to spin rapidly, which scared the chef almost exclaimed.

But Fang didn't even move, his eyes were still dull.

Do you regret it?

Do you regret looking at the soldiers who have suffered casualties for your tactical service?

It seemed like a century, as if it was just a second, Fang Xing raised his hand, looked at the time, and then took the pot down.

"Water!"

He poured cold water on the pot. After a click, Fang Xing opened the pot, poked it with chopsticks, and said with satisfaction: "It's so familiar."

But this pig's trotter still didn't catch up with the time in the end.

Looking at the unsightly eyes, Fang Xing put the pig's trotter on the ground: "Burn the pig's trotters for him."

Jin An, who was used to life and death, comforted him, "Brother, you personally made him a pig's trotter. If he knew about it underground, he must..."

The words behind were blocked by Fang Xing's glance at him.

What kind of eyes are this?

Jin An felt violent and murderous!

But in a blink of an eye, Fang Xing's eyes became calm again.

When he returned to the governor's office, Zhu Gaoxu was struggling with how to deal with the prisoners. After seeing Fang Xing, he immediately pushed the matter to him.

"I can't do such a meticulous thing, let me leave it to you."

Zhu Gaoxu patted his butt and left, leaving more than 10,000 prisoners for Fang Xing.

Fang Xing sat on the chair, rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Have you dealt with any serious injuries?"

Fang Zheng replied: "Brother, all those who are seriously injured have been dealt with."

Zhu Rong felt that Fang Xing seemed to have a cold air, so he asked, "Brother, although the weather is not too hot, those corpses are not easy to store after all. Do you have to bury them?"

"The land of Jiaozhi is fertile, so don't add any more nutrients."

Fang Xing's tone was faint, but it made people feel cold.

"make!"

Fang Xing's hand held the handrail, and the force was so strong that it turned a little white.

"Make Jingguan!"

Fang Xing said coldly in his eyes: "There is no need to be divided into several, just one, just build on the path that the scout discovered today."

hiss!

Fang Zheng and Zhu Rong looked at each other, and both of them were secretly impressed by the ruthlessness of each other.

A literati are no worse than a warrior when they become cruel!

The path was later confirmed to have Jiaozhi people walking around frequently. When the corpses of thousands of people were sealed in a large bales, the path probably never dared to leave again.
Chapter completed!