Being beaten with a military stick may be a common thing for people in the army at this time, but for Feng Yong, it is a painful event.

Fan Qi came over on time every day to change Feng Yong's dressing, "General, the wound has begun to scar. Be careful not to touch the water."

"I know, you've said it many times."

Feng Yong lay on the couch and replied weakly.

After lying on the bed for so many days, I feel like my chest has been flattened, and I am not used to breathing anymore.

"Are there any injured soldiers in the camp who have died of infection now?"

Feng Yong lifted his belt, turned over and asked.

In the beginning, I couldn't even lie on my side, but now I am finally free.

When Fan Qi heard this, his face showed joy and admiration, "Back to the general, the medical workers in the camp treated the soldiers according to the new method of treating injuries. According to previous reports, six to seven out of ten injured soldiers will die.

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"Unexpectedly, in our camp now, this kind of thing is reversed. Sixty percent of the soldiers survived. The soldiers are all very grateful to the general for his survival..."

"Sixty percent?" Feng Yong looked at Fan Qi, his expression a little ugly on the spot, "Has the statistical result come out?"

"Although there are still some soldiers whose wounds show no signs of healing, according to the villain's estimate, even if less than 60% of the soldiers will survive, it won't be too far off. This villain is still confident.

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Fan Qiben had a foundation in literacy and reading, and he had been with Feng Yong for a long time, so he had a certain concept of data statistics.

What he said was originally to show his mastery of arithmetic. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Feng Yong's face became increasingly ugly.

But when I saw Feng Tibi lying on his side on the couch, his eyes squinting upward, you are so damn sure! You might as well not be sure at all!

Sixty percent?

In other words, as long as you are injured, the chance of surviving is only 20% more than the chance of dying?

Are you still grateful like this?

What is there to be grateful for?

Feng Yong turned over again, lay back on the couch, and said in a low voice, "After the injuries of the injured soldiers in the camp have stabilized, you must remember to gather all the medical workers in the camp."

"Let them speak out about both the good and the bad, sum up their experiences and learn lessons. Only in this way can we treat the soldiers better next time."

These days, medical workers are not taken seriously, and there is little communication between different families, making it difficult for medical skills to develop.

Since Feng Yong has laid the foundation of the health care system in Nanxiang, and from the current point of view, although this system has not reached a level that he is satisfied with, it has at least made progress.

All he has to do is continue to promote the development of this system and let them constantly sum up experience and improve themselves.

"No!" Fan Qi responded quickly.

The medical workers in the camp are all from Nanxiang, and most of them are related to their eldest father. As the medical officer in the camp, he will not have any obstacles in completing this task.

"Remember to compile it into a book and don't do it perfunctorily. I will go through it myself when the time comes."

"The villain understands."

"Okay, let's go down first."

The medical and engineering affairs are easy to deal with, but the post-war summary of this battle is difficult to deal with.

Now the soldiers under his command are all scattered, and they don't know when they will be reunited.

Feng Yong sighed and shouted outside, "Liu Hun!"

The little prince of the Huns came in holding a long horse-steed.

Feng Yong looked at him angrily, "No one is going to snatch this horse from you, so why can't you put it down for a while?"

This horse was shipped by Dongfeng Express from Nanxiang a few days ago.

Liu Hun performed well at Longguan and Jieting. He said that when he was ordered to pursue Zhang He, he probably shot Zhang He with a poisonous arrow from Nanzhong.

This made Feng Yongda very happy, so he went out of his way to learn more about this little Hun prince.

Liu Hun's martial arts is indeed what Zhang Xingyi said, and it is indeed inherited.

I heard that his master, Han Long, was a ranger from Youzhou in the Yan region. He was very skilled in martial arts and had been taught by Li Yan of Bingzhou. I don't know if this is true or not.

In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, there were three great masters, namely Wang Yue, Tong Yuan and Li Yan.

Wang Yue was the emperor's master, and his disciples under Tong Yuan were Zhao Yun, Zhang Xiu, and Zhang Ren.

As for Li Yan, I heard that Lu Bu studied under Li Yan.

No matter what, Han Long must be very capable if he can get the guidance of Li Yan, who is as famous as Tong Yuan.

Liu Hun's favorite and best weapon was the horse gun.

It's just that a good horse cock is not so easy to get.

Its materials, manufacturing process, etc. all have strict requirements, and those who can use the horse well must be a master.

There is a horse spear in the knight shop in Nanxiang.

It was originally a gift from the Liang family in Longyou to Feng Yong. Feng Yong stored it in the Xia Ke Xing for display, and left a message saying that it was only given to the predestined people, in order to attract talents.

So when Feng Yong knew that Liu Hun was good at using the horse-stem, he had it transported from Nanxiang as a private reward to him.

Liu Hun got this horse stick and grinned so much that he almost opened the wound on his ear again.

Not only does it stay with my hand during the day, but I also sleep with it in my arms at night.

"One Ear" Liu Hun heard Feng Yong's words and chuckled without answering. He just asked, "The general calls me a villain, but do you have anything to give me?"

"Go and get me a basin of water."

Feng Yong gave an order.

The water came quickly, holding a straw in one hand and a basin in the other.

"Secure the door, no one is allowed in."

Feng Yong waved his hand and asked Liu Hun to go out. Then he got up from the couch, untied his belt, squatted over the basin, lowered his head, and looked at the reflection in the water.

I saw two pieces of colorful pork belly swaying, which was so disgusting.

Feng Yong murmured, "So this is what it looks like after you hit the board?"

At this time, Liu Hun's voice was suddenly heard outside the door, "General, Mr. Ma is here to visit."

"Mr. Ma?"

Feng Yong was stunned, and it took him a while to remember, wasn't he Ma Di?

"Wait a minute!"

Feng Yong stood up slowly, not daring to use too much force, otherwise his butt and buttocks would be hurt again. He tied his belt and then opened the door.

Sure enough, he saw Ma Su standing at the door. When he saw Feng Yong coming out, he saluted, "I've seen General Feng, so I took the liberty of visiting you. I hope you're not surprised."

This was the first time the two met after Feng Yong's verbal abuse of Ma Su.

Ma Su was dressed as a scribe at this time. Although his cheeks were still sunken, he looked in good spirits.

Although I no longer have the same confidence as before, I have gained a sense of calmness.

Feng Yong gently scratched his buttocks, as if he felt a little itchy, and looked at Ma Su warily, "What's the matter?"

He made such great achievements, but received twenty-three blows, all because of the big mouth in front of him. How could a broad-minded person like Feng Langjun give him a good look?

Seeing Feng Yong's expression, Ma Di didn't mind. He even smiled at Feng Yong and said, "I came here specifically to express my gratitude to General Feng and to say goodbye to General Feng."

"Thank you? Say goodbye?"

It's easy to understand how to say thank you. Putting aside personal emotional factors, if Ma Su can be respected by Zhuge Lao Yao, his IQ must be higher than that of ordinary people.

Beating him and scolding him were all to save him, he naturally understood this.

"Farewell? Why did General Ma say goodbye to me?"

Feng Yong couldn't understand.

"How can I dare to be called a general now that I am guilty? I asked General Feng not to mention it again, otherwise I will have no choice but to hide my face and run away."

When Ma Di heard Feng Yong calling him general, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, I forgot."

Feng Yong then remembered that Ma Di had been dismissed from his post by the old demon Zhuge, and was demoted to a commoner, and was about to be exiled to the border area. Then he realized, "Where will he be exiled? Determined?"

"Nanzhong Yunnan County."

When Feng Yong heard this, he was surprised. The punishment Zhuge Lao Yao meted out to Ma Di was quite harsh.

In fact, Ma Di's crime was much lighter than in original history.

In fact, the crime he committed was mainly to let Li Sheng guard Lueyang instead of Liu Yin. The crime was that he did not know people well and hired people inappropriately. In the words of later generations, it was leadership responsibility.

It is understandable that he led his troops to Lueyang and was defeated by Zhang He on the way.

When the infantry encountered elite cavalry on the march, they were completely unprepared, and even if Zhuge Lao Yao was present at the time, they probably could only fight and retreat.
To be continued...