Jiang Zhen wasn’t a specialized doctor, he was not even an amateur, and what he has on hand is even more amateur.
It was destined that he couldn’t help too many people to stitch up their wounds.
When Jiang Zhen stitched up people’s wounds, people on board kept dying, and the main cause of those people’s death was excessive blood loss.
Watching everyone around him die one by one, everyone was in a bad mood, and so was Jiang Zhen.
In ancient times, it was more dangerous than he thought.
Jiang Zhen clearly realized that he must be more careful in the future, otherwise. . .. In this place where the medical knowledge was extremely poor, perhaps if you are not careful enough, you will lose your life.
Jiang Zhen was thinking this when one of the crew members who wanted him to stitch up his wounds quietly stopped breathing.
Jiang Zhen stopped his movement. regardless of the fact that his hands had been washed white and foamy, he washed his hands again with boiled water twice, and his eyes began to look for Zhao Jinge in the crowd.
Zhao Jinge has always been glued to him and was always inseparable from him, but now he didn’t know why he didn’t stay by his side. . .
Was it because he was scared? When Jiang Zhen looked around, he found that many people looked at him with expressions filled with fear; those who could stand beside him at this moment were very few people.
After all . . . the way he was stitching someone’s wounds looked bloody and terrifying.
Jiang Zhen glanced around and saw that Zhao Jinge was not far away helping to clean the deck.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, Zhao Jinge raised his head to look at him, he seemed to be trying to smile, but the atmosphere was too dignified. He soon lowered his head and stopped looking at Jiang Zhen.
Zhao Jinge’s face was a bit pale and he looked very tired, but it was nothing serious . . . Jiang Zhen put his heart at ease and was a bit lost. Zhao Jinge . . . seemed to be a bit scared and didn’t dare to approach him.
However, it was his first time encountering something like this. It was normal that he would feel uncomfortable . . . Jiang Zhen slowed down, wanting to stitch up the next person’s wounds, and then he was told that there were no more people who needed stitches.
The sun rose higher and higher and two hours had passed since the end of the early morning battle, and those seriously wounded who had originally been sentenced to death by Dr. He, how long would they live without being stitched?
“You go and have a rest.” Zheng Yi was a rare person who didn’t dislike bloody scenes. He had been standing there, watching Jiang Zhen, and at that time, he gave Jiang Zhen a complicated look.
Because of the people who had their wound stitched up by Jiang Zhen, more than three died one after another. The people on board did not think that Jiang Zhen could really save people.
But he clearly saw that those who had stitched up their wound loss much less blood.
The vast majority of them were unconscious, but they were still alive. Perhaps . . . Jiang Zhen could really save people by doing this.
Zheng Yi looked at Jiang Zhen as if he was looking at a baby.
Jiang Zhen nodded his head; he was indeed very tired and needed rest.
Jiang Zhen directly took the water and poured it over his head to wash himself then took off his wet clothes and only wore his pants as he walked toward Zhao Jinge.
Zhao Jinge has been paying attention to Jiang Zhen, so at this time, he stopped his movements and glanced at Jiang Zhen with some embarrassment.
“Let’s go.” Jiang Zhen smiled.
Before, he was a little worried that Zhao Jinge would be afraid of him, but now it seemed that his worry was unnecessary. He clearly saw Zhao Jinge blushing at him, but he was not afraid.
Those who participated in the battle last night went to rest, but Zhao Jinge didn’t but helped outside and waited for Jiang Zhen. Now that he was leaving, no one said anything.
“Jiang Zhen . . .” Zhao Jinge came to Jiang Zhen’s side and walked with him to the cabin.
“Jinge, come. Let me lean on you.” Jiang Zhen extended his hand towards Zhao Jinge.
Zhao Jinge quickly helped Jiang Zhen, and as soon as he steadied him, he heard the sound of vomiting.
The ones making vomiting noises were the two maids beside Zheng Yi.
These two maids had been following Zheng Yi and were not injured, but they were frightened by the bloody scene, and the scent of blood made them even more uncomfortable, so they couldn’t stop themselves from throwing up.
But even though they’re throwing up, they were still working. At the moment, they were cleaning up the wounded in the cabin.
Since the end of the battle, Zhao Jinge was feeling very uncomfortable. He always felt like something was stuck in his throat, and he kept wanting to vomit.
When Jiang Zhen was stitching up the wound, he felt even worse at the sight of the flesh and blood. He even felt like vomiting himself many times, so he did not go to help Jiang Zhen and even avoided Jiang Zhen when he rescued people.
How bad would it be if he vomited while Jiang Zhen was there to save the people?
After trying not to look at the wounded, Zhao Jinge felt much better although he still wanted to vomit, he could at least endure. However, when he heard the two maids vomit, he couldn’t help but feel like vomiting again.
“Jinge?” Jiang Zhen frowned and looked at Zhao Jinge. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m fine,” Zhao Jinge said. “I just feel a little uncomfortable.”
Zhao Jinge hadn’t slept or eaten for a long time, and he had seen a very bloody scene before . . . Jiang Zhen thought of the first time he had killed someone. He also had been vomiting nonstop, so he reassured him, “It’s fine, it’s all over.”
Zhao Jinge nodded and felt a little better when he saw a man coming out of the cabin where the sound of the two servant girls’ vomiting came from.
Someone died, and that person’s death was a bit more gruesome, with his face cut into a bloody pulp. He guessed that two maids just couldn’t stand it at that point and started vomiting.
Seeing that man, Zhao Jinge felt like vomiting again.
At first, when the situation was urgent, his symptoms weren’t that serious, but since he had relaxed, and Jiang Zhen was by his side . . . Zhao Jinge couldn’t stop feeling like vomiting.
“Jinge . . .”
“Jiang Zhen, I killed someone. I . . .” Zhao Jinge couldn’t restrain himself from remembering those bloody scenes before, and the nausea he had suppressed for a long time also burst out.
It was not good to keep throwing up like this . . . Zhao Jinge was worried that people would have a problem with him because he was throwing up, but he was just overthinking it.
After coming to his senses, there were quite a few people who vomited just like him.
Discovering that he wasn’t the only one, Zhao Jinge felt much better, but Jiang Zhen couldn’t help but feel distressed when he saw him like this.
He couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something wrong.
In fact, he could actually let Zhao Jinge stay in the village and wait for him, couldn’t he? Whether it was farming or raising chickens and ducks, those were the things that Zhao Jinge liked to do. If Zhao Jinge stayed in Hexi, he wouldn’t encounter any danger or trouble.
As for how that might limit Zhao Jinge view . . . he didn’t really care. Should he?
He also liked watching Zhao Jinge counting a few pennies. . ..
Jiang Zhen took Zhao Jingo back to their cabin.
Zhao Jinge finally looked better, and he no longer felt nauseous.
“Come, drink some water.” Jiang Zhen handed Zhao Jinge a cup of water.
After drinking the glass of water, Zhao Jinge finally relaxed.
“I’m sorry . . . I’m so useless.” Zhao Jinge felt very embarrassed that he acted like this. His behavior seemed to lose some of Jiang Zhen’s face.
“You did a good job. Where were you useless?” Jiang Zhen kissed Zhao Jinge.
Zhao Jinge tried to smile, but he smelled blood again whether it was on him or on Jiang Zhen. They both were somewhat stained with blood.
“Bleh . . .” Zhao Jingo felt like vomiting again. Fortunately, he just felt nausea and didn’t vomit the water he just drank.
Edited by: Faro