Zhu Youcheng led the Jinyiwei to rest on the hillside of another mountain, waiting for the news of Yan Kuan's triumphant success. ◎

Suddenly, a loud "rumbling" sound came from the opposite mountain. Chen Guoqi jumped up and shouted: "Yan Kuan is afraid that he will lose the wind. The enemy has dug up the dam and the lake has washed down."

King Xin said leisurely: "It's okay, anyway, we are on the mountainside, and no matter how much water there is on the opposite mountain, it will not be able to fill us."

Zhu Youcheng stood up suddenly and said, "Our soldiers are afraid that they are in danger. Where are the people coming, go with me to save people."

Zhu Youcheng brought people to a gentle slope. When the flood came, the flow rate should slow down here, so it is more appropriate to save people.

Zhu Youcheng asked the soldiers who saved people to connect with each other with ropes to avoid failing to save people, but instead he also lost several lives.

Zhu Youcheng had just finished preparing, and the flood on the top of the mountain had already rushed down. The soldiers saw a few black objects mixed with the water from afar, and hurriedly jumped into the water to rescue. When the objects floated closer, they had broken wood. Not to mention their disappointment, a few people were hit by the broken wood and felt like they were vomiting.

Then several black objects floated over. The soldiers were not deceived this time. They first saw what they were, but the corpses of the rebels. The soldiers disgusted them and let them float along the water. They should be the rebels who dug up the dam and harmed people first. Even if they die, they would pollute a large area of ​​land. The Jinyiwei is not a good man and a woman. Even if they have time, they will not catch these things. It is better to have no time yet?

A soldier in the Jinyiwei suddenly felt that someone was touched in the sensitive part of his crotch and said, "Stop making trouble, I'm saving people now."

The soldiers on both sides looked at him strangely: "Who made a fuss?"

"Don't admit it, right? I'll be welcome when I'm caught." The soldier said hatefully.

He felt someone touching his crotch again. This time he did not yell, but instead grabbed his hand and raised it hard: "Look, I can't catch you?"

The man was raised on the water, with a golden helmet and a golden armor, which was the standard military uniform of the Jinyiwei.

However, the man lowered his head and seemed to be unconscious.

Someone who recognized him shouted: "Yan Kuan, Yan Baihu! Lord Zhu. We have found Yan Baihu."

It turned out that Yan Kuan was sinking in the water, and was washed by the water flow and hit the crotch of the Jinyiwei, and then he was discovered. Speaking of which, it was still a very dangerous thing for Yan Kuan to be rescued. Although the Jinyiwei was standing in the water hand in hand, the gap in the middle was still very large. If Yan Kuan had not encountered the Jinyiwei, or the Jinyiwei was rough, Yan Kuan would not be able to be rescued.

The Jinyiwei sent Yan Kuan ashore with all his strength.

They found that most of the Jinyigu soldiers who fell into the water were sinking into the water, so they no longer stared at the water surface, but reached out to explore the water.

After a while, they rescued two more Jinyiwei.

Because saving a person requires a doctor, Zhu Youcheng brought Yu Jiayan over.

Seeing that the Jinyiwei was salvaged and asked not to invite him, Yu Jiayan took the initiative to walk forward and check their health.

Yu Jiayan checked for a long time and reported sadly: "Mr. Zhu, what a pity. These Jinyiwei have returned to the Ming Dynasty Warrior Temple."

The Ming Dynasty Warriors Temple is a temple dedicated to the sacrificed soldiers. Yu Jiayan couldn't bear to say the word "death", so he used this sentence instead.

"What? Mr. Yu, please save me."

"I've been immersed in water for too long, and my heartbeat and breathing have stopped. How can I save it?"

Zhu Youcheng felt like a stone was blocked in his heart.

Although he knew that Yan Kuan had brought his troops to the mountain to attack the enemy army without death, he was still so sad that he could not control himself when he heard the news of his death.

Zhu Youcheng pushed Yu Jiayan away and walked to Yan Kuan. Yan Kuan was lying on the ground, looking peaceful, but his hands were still holding their support.

Zhu Youcheng's nose felt sore. He had seen this posture. When he participated in flood fighting and rescue in his previous life, the PLA soldiers who sacrificed their lives to save the people were like this after their death.

Yan Kuan's mouth and nose were oozing a trace of clear water. Zhu Youcheng was happy. Could it be that Yan Kuan was just pretending to die? There was still a trace of vitality in his body?

He remembered a method that might save the lives of Yan Kuan and two other Jinyi Guard soldiers, that is, external heart squeezing and artificial respiration.

He decided to treat dead horses as living horses, pointed at Yu Jiayan and said, "I will teach you another method, maybe you can save the sudden death of people. I will rescue Yan Baihu. You and your apprentice Jin Myung-ri learned my method and rescue the other two sacrificed soldiers."

Yu Jiayan was overjoyed and rescued the injured and sick who had lost their vitality. This was a scramble for business with the King of Hell. In history, only a few miracle doctors such as Bian Que, Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing and Sun Simiao had done such a thing. Unexpectedly, he joined the Jinyiwei and had such a good thing. He could learn the secret of the secret of killing people and white bones.

It seems that making Lord Zhu anxious and angry is a good way to learn his secret technique. Of course, Yu Jiayan can only think about such words in his heart. If he really wants to say them, he is afraid that he will not be beaten to his head full of banishment by Lord Zhu.

Zhu Youcheng knelt beside Yan Kuan, crossed his hands on his left chest, and pressed them down hard and quickly. After pressing ten times, he pulled Yan Kuan's mouth open, blew air into his lungs with his mouth, and then pressed them quickly ten times, and then blew air into his lungs. This was repeated. Zhu Youcheng was anxious and murmured while doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, "Wake up, wake up."

Yu Jiayan carefully observed Zhu Youcheng's movements, then imitated Zhu Youcheng's appearance, crossed his hands and placed them on the left chest of the soldier who was responsible, and pressed them down one after another. Seeing Zhu Youcheng blowing in Yan Kuan's mouth, he blew into the soldier's mouth in a hurry. Hearing Zhu Youcheng muttered something, he listened with his ears and found that it was the three words "Wake up quickly", nodding, guessing that such a wonderful method must be effective with the spell, and these three words should be spells. So he learned from Zhu Youcheng's voice in a strange way and muttered: "Wake up quickly, wake up quickly..."

This is not that Yu Jiayan disgusted with Zhu Youcheng, but that Zhu Youcheng spoke standard Mandarin, while Yu Jiayan's words were strange dialects mixed with Nanchang dialect and Shandong dialect. When learning Zhu Youcheng's voice, it was naturally strange tone.

After all, Yu Jiayan is a famous doctor, so he quickly learned Zhu Youcheng's movements. Fortunately, he was leisurely checking whether his apprentice's movements were standard.

After taking a look, Yu Jiayan became angry and shouted, "Standard, what's going on? Why don't you blow the yang energy into the patient's mouth? The patient has now entered the underworld of the underworld. If there is not enough yang energy, how can he return the yang?"

Yu Jiayan is indeed a famous doctor. Although Zhu Youcheng did not tell him the reason for doing these actions, he couldn't resist thinking about it. The "reason" he figured out sounded quite like that at first glance.

Kim Myung-ri said in grievance: "Master, you don't know that this person may have eaten garlic in the morning, which is so smelly that I can't get close to him with my mouth."

Yu Jiayan became even more angry and said, "Yeah, there is a reason. I have said a long time ago that you should not be afraid of dirt when studying medicine, and you should not be afraid of dirt when you are afraid of dirt. Many patients are suffering from serious diseases and their bodies are dirty and smelly. Can you be clean when treating them? Look at Lord Zhu, a third-rank official of the court, a great hero who eliminated Jiannu, and now he treats the wounded with his own hands. Do he think it is dirty or smelly?"

Jin Mingli lowered his head in shame and also used Zhu Youcheng's appearance to perform artificial respiration for the Jinyiwei lying on the ground.

"Cough, cough..." Yan Kuan spit out a big mouthful of water and woke up slowly.

When Zhu Youcheng saw Yan Kuan wake up, his heart relaxed, his hands and feet were sore and could no longer sit still, so he lay on the ground with his back and his eyes unconsciously looking at the setting sun that was gradually setting and the sunset that was sometimes rolling and sometimes relaxing.

Yan Kuan looked around and said, "I didn't expect that the underworld would be as beautiful as the living... Alas, Doctor Yu, why are you dead? Alas, it's all my fault, I was not prepared for the rebels to blow up the dam."

"Bao, if you die, I won't die." Yu Jiayan kept saving the drowning Jinyiwei, and said, "It was Lord Zhu who saved you. In order to pull you from the underworld back to the world, Lord Zhu gave you a lot of yang energy. Look, how tired is Lord Zhu? Oh, I forgot to blow up yang energy, I won't tell you anymore, and I will delay my use of immortal methods to save people..." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!
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