Chapter 20: Someone is Coming to Visit

Zhao Feng was responsible for retrieving arrows, while Master Chen was in charge of suturing and applying medicine. With their cooperation, the speed of treatment increased significantly.

"Commander, do you have business with Zhao Feng? I shall go notify him!" the Commander asked Wang Yan.

"Do not disturb them while they are treating the wounded."

"I will wait outside," Wang Yan replied with a wave of her hand. After casting a curious glance at Zhao Feng, she turned and left.

"Understood," the Commander replied immediately, accepting the order.

Time passed!

Soon, night fell.

The treatment in the wounded camp did not stop.

Campfires were lit within the camp.

"Teacher."

"Treatment for the more than two hundred severely wounded soldiers has been completed. However, about a dozen were too heavily injured to be saved; the rest have had their lives preserved," a military doctor reported as he approached Master Chen.

Hearing this number, a smile appeared on Master Chen's face. He then turned to Zhao Feng and said, "Little Brother Zhao, I have served as a military doctor in the army for five or six years and have treated countless wounded soldiers, but it is almost impossible to achieve this level of survival rate under such circumstances."

"It would be quite good if only twenty out of two hundred severely wounded soldiers survived, but now the numbers are reversed. This is all thanks to your suturing method."

"Furthermore, if the quenching and the use of strong liquor for disinfection prove effective, and these survivors do not develop the 'seven-day fever' infection, they will be completely out of danger."

"You have rendered great service to the Great Qin."

"Countless soldiers will live because of your suturing method. This single merit is greater than killing a hundred enemies."

"I will personally request a reward for you from Generalissimo Wang Jian."

Zhao Feng smiled and did not refuse. "Then I shall trouble you."

He was not one to be pretentious, and he naturally understood the massive waves the introduction of this suturing method would cause in this era.

"The severely wounded have all been treated."

"The lightly wounded can be handled gradually. Little Brother Zhao, you are also injured. Although you have a remarkable constitution, you still need proper rest," Master Chen said with a smile.

"Alright," Zhao Feng nodded, not refusing.

Having saved so many wounded soldiers, although it wasn't as dangerous as fighting enemies, the intense concentration had left Zhao Feng feeling somewhat fatigued.

"Here, consider this flask of wine a gift from me to you, Brother Zhao."

Master Chen pulled a gourd of wine from his waist and handed it to Zhao Feng.

"Haha, Doctor Chen, you are too kind."

"Then I shall not refuse," Zhao Feng laughed as he took the gourd.

He then turned and walked toward his sleeping quarters.

*This boy looks young, yet he possesses the benevolence of a healer and an incredibly strong character,* Master Chen thought as he watched Zhao Feng's retreating figure. *Judging by his attire, he is in the logistics corps. Such medical skill is wasted on logistics; the best place for him would be the medical corps. Moreover, if the teacher learns that this boy created a suturing method that can save countless lives, he will surely value him highly and might even take him as a final disciple.*

Back at his bed, Zhao Feng opened the wine gourd and took a drink.

"As expected of a military doctor; this wine tastes much better than the army's standard issue."

"But it's still not as good as the fine wines of the future. Once I retire and go home, I must brew some excellent wine that will definitely surpass this era."

After a taste, Zhao Feng revealed a satisfied smile.

"How many merit points do I have?"

Coming back to his senses, Zhao Feng opened his panel to check.

From daytime until late at night, Zhao Feng had treated over dozens of wounded soldiers—some died because their injuries were too severe, while others survived.

"Not bad. It wasn't a wasted day of labor."

"53 merit points."

"And these can be exchanged for free attribute points, which is equivalent to 265 points."

"However, using merit points to exchange for attributes seems a bit wasteful. After all, attribute points can be picked up on the battlefield at any time or earned through killing enemies. Merit points are a bit harder to get, as one must save people," Zhao Feng thought privately, deciding not to use them to upgrade his attributes immediately.

This was because merit points had another function: ten merit points could be exchanged for one skill point, which could upgrade any skill.

This was not something that could be obtained by picking up attribute points.

*I'll keep them for now. I'll use the skill points later when I acquire high-level martial arts that are difficult to comprehend,* Zhao Feng decided.

Just then, the Commander of the wounded camp walked quickly to Zhao Feng's side.

"Brother Zhao!" the Commander called out with a smile, cupping his fists in greeting.

Zhao Feng's name was now known to everyone in the wounded camp, and news had spread even faster after a single day.

The ten thousand soldiers stationed here all knew that a powerhouse had emerged from the logistics corps—someone who had killed nearly three hundred enemies and even decapitated the Korean Generalissimo, Bao Yuan.

The Commander of this wounded camp was well-informed; how could he not know?

Although Zhao Feng was currently only a squad leader, once these military merits were reported, he would surely receive a major promotion. Naturally, the Commander did not dare to be disrespectful.

"Commander," Zhao Feng replied immediately, returning the salute.

"How are your injuries, Brother Zhao?" the Commander asked with a smile.

"Just some minor wounds. I'll be fine after a few days of rest," Zhao Feng said smilingly.

Zhao Feng was still planning to stay in the wounded camp to accumulate merit. He had his own ideas and intended to use this time to follow Master Chen and reap more merit.

The later he received his rewards and the later the reorganization occurred, the better.

"The Han elites launched a surprise attack and the combat strength of the logistics corps was lacking, yet Brother Zhao managed to kill nearly three hundred enemies and even ventured deep into enemy lines to slay Bao Yuan."

"Your skills are truly shocking to the entire army!" the Commander said with great admiration.

"Perhaps it was the protection of the heavens," Zhao Feng replied with a smile.

"Indeed," the Commander nodded.

"By the way, may I ask what business brings you here, Commander?" Zhao Feng asked.

He didn't believe the Commander would come looking for him for no reason, especially late at night just as he was about to rest.

"Commander Wang Yan of the First Main Camp has been waiting for you outside all day," the Commander said with a smile.

"Wang Yan?"

Zhao Feng was stunned, feeling somewhat bewildered. "Who is he? What does he want with me?"

"I don't know about that. You should go out and see for yourself. After all, he is a Commander of the Main Camp; his status is not low. His position is much higher than the generals in our logistics corps. We must not offend him," the Commander replied honestly.

"Thank you for the information."

Zhao Feng nodded. He stood up and prepared to walk out of the wounded camp.

"Wait."

The Commander suddenly called out to him.

"What is it?" Zhao Feng turned his head.

"Brother Zhao, although you have changed your clothes, the bloodstains on your face and hair haven't been washed off. I think you should go to the back to clean up first," the Commander reminded him with a smile.

If there had been a mirror at that moment, Zhao Feng would have seen himself covered in blood, including his hair, looking quite terrifying.

Of course, within the context of this wounded camp, Zhao Feng's appearance was actually quite decent.

"Thanks for the reminder," Zhao Feng said, not refusing.

After all, the bloodstains were uncomfortable for him as well.