jdhmnovel Chapter 445
Chapter 445
Chapter 445
Just when things were extremely urgent and everyone was at a loss, Dongfang Wan'er, dressed in a smart robe, stepped out from the crowd with firm steps. Her expression was solemn, and her eyes revealed an undeniable determination. She respectfully and resolutely said to the emperor, "Your Majesty, although I am a woman, I have the heart of a healer. The soldiers on the front lines are seriously wounded while protecting their country, and they urgently need treatment. I am willing to go to the front lines to treat the wounded soldiers."
Her words had barely left her lips when the court erupted in chaos. Ministers whispered amongst themselves, their faces filled with astonishment and disbelief, before shaking their heads in opposition. An elderly minister stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, “Your Majesty, the front lines are a battlefield of life and death, fraught with danger. For Miss Dongfang to go alone is far too perilous. Moreover, she has no military experience whatsoever; she might not only be of no help but cause trouble.” Other ministers echoed her sentiments, deeming Dongfang Wan'er's idea naive and reckless.
But Dongfang Wan'er's mind was made up. She slightly raised her head, her gaze sweeping firmly over the crowd, and said again, "What you gentlemen say is not without reason, but now our soldiers are fighting bloody battles on the front lines, their lives hanging by a thread. They urgently need my medical skills. As a healer, saving lives is my mission. How can I back down now?" Her voice was clear yet powerful, echoing throughout the court.
Looking into Dongfang Wan'er's resolute eyes and fearless expression, the Emperor was deeply moved by her courage and sense of responsibility. After a moment of contemplation, the Emperor slowly nodded and finally granted her request.
Therefore, Dongfang Wan'er acted swiftly, personally selecting a team of highly skilled and responsible imperial physicians. Some of these physicians were adept at surgery, while others were well-versed in herbal medicine and pharmacology. They packed their bags, took the necessary medicinal herbs and medical equipment, and followed Dongfang Wan'er on her journey to the front lines. Along the way, the roads were rugged and uneven, and the distant rumble of cannons and the neighing of warhorses could often be heard. Amidst the flames of war and the smoke of battle, danger lurked everywhere, but Dongfang Wan'er's gaze remained steadfast, never wavering in the slightest.
After several days of arduous travel, they finally arrived at the front lines. The horrific scene before them made Dongfang Wan'er gasp, her heart filled with shock and grief. Inside the makeshift tents, wounded soldiers lay scattered on the ground, some pale and unconscious, others enduring excruciating pain, groaning in agony. The ground was covered in blood and tangled bandages, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.
Despite the fatigue of her journey and her exhaustion, Dongfang Wan'er immediately threw herself into the urgent work of treating the wounded. Wearing an apron stained crimson with blood, she moved between the tents, medical instruments in hand. She carefully examined each soldier's wounds, her movements gentle yet focused, leaving no small injury unchecked. For those with minor injuries, she quickly cleaned, applied medicine, and bandaged them; for those with serious injuries, she personally performed surgery. Her hands were covered in blood, but she was oblivious, her mind solely focused on saving these soldiers' lives.
During the treatment, Dongfang Wan'er discovered that the arrow poison the soldiers had been afflicted with was extremely rare. This poison was highly potent and corrosive, rendering conventional antidotes ineffective. Seeing the soldiers' suffering, Dongfang Wan'er fell into deep thought. Sitting in a corner of the tent, she repeatedly recalled records from various medical texts, trying to find a solution. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes filled with anxiety and focus, her fingers tirelessly searching through the medical books.
Finally, after much deliberation, she remembered an ancient antidote recipe. This recipe was recorded in an ancient book, which she had once casually glanced at. However, one of the main ingredients grew in the deep mountains near the front lines, and this herb was extremely rare, requiring very specific growing conditions, and was extremely difficult to harvest.
Without the slightest hesitation, Dongfang Wan'er knew that time was of the essence; every second wasted could mean the loss of a soldier's life. Leading a few assistants, she resolutely ventured into the deep mountains. The mountain soared into the clouds, its dense forests blocking out the sun and making the area dimly lit. Thorns grew all around, tearing their clothes and skin, drawing blood. Wild animals roamed the mountains, and danger lurked at every turn, but they were fearless in their determination to save their soldiers' lives.
They searched arduously in the mountains, each step fraught with difficulty. Dongfang Wan'er, relying on her extensive knowledge of herbs, carefully identified each plant. Finally, on the edge of a steep cliff, they discovered the precious herb. Dongfang Wan'er cautiously climbed over and picked the herb. As she descended the cliff, holding the herb, a relieved smile appeared on her face.
Back in her tent, Dongfang Wan'er immediately began preparing the antidote according to the recipe. She stood guard by the stove, carefully controlling the heat and the dosage of the herbs. When the antidote was ready, it was fed to the poisoned soldiers, and a miracle occurred. The soldiers' symptoms gradually subsided, their pale faces regained color, and their injuries began to heal. Looking at Dongfang Wan'er, the soldiers' eyes were filled with tears of gratitude, and they all called her their "savior."
Thanks to the tireless efforts of Dongfang Wan'er and the imperial physicians, more and more soldiers received medical treatment, regained their strength, took up their weapons, and returned to the battlefield. Our army's morale soared, and we gradually turned the tide of the battle. Our soldiers fought bravely, fearlessly as tigers descending a mountain. Finally, after a fierce battle, we successfully repelled the enemy invasion.
Dongfang Wan'er returned in triumph to a warm welcome from the people lining the streets. The streets were filled with cheering citizens, waving flowers and flags, chanting her name, their eyes filled with reverence and gratitude. The emperor held a grand victory banquet in the palace, richly rewarding Dongfang Wan'er and the imperial physicians who had helped her. Her name, along with this victory, spread throughout the country, making her a hero in the hearts of the people.
Dongfang Wan'er, however, was not blinded by these honors and praises. She continued to wear her simple medical robe, maintaining her original aspiration as a healer, and silently continued her journey of saving lives. Whether in the palace or among the common people, wherever there was disease and pain, she would appear, writing more moving and legendary stories.