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At daybreak, the barbarian army outside the city launched another fierce attack.

While that hand was silencing witnesses and carrying out assassinations inside the city, the barbarians outside took advantage of the situation to launch a fierce attack, working together from both inside and outside.

Atop the city wall, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

Before long, a corporal was dragged and carried into the wounded soldiers' camp by several comrades.

"Dr. Yang! Please save Zhou Datou!"

Yang Hu's heart sank, and he quickly stepped forward.

Corporal Zhou Datou had been brutally cleaved in the groin of his left thigh by the barbarian's curved blade, leaving a deep gash that exposed bone. Blood gushed from the wound with each heartbeat, quickly staining half of the door panel red. His face was ashen, his lips were blue, he was covered in cold sweat, and his breath was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

The military doctors standing nearby were already terrified and at a loss for what to do.

"He's almost bled to death, there's no hope of saving him." An old doctor shook his head repeatedly, his voice trembling. "He's damaged his vital organs, he's bled dry, even a god couldn't save him. Let's leave him with a whole corpse."

"Leave him with a whole body?" Yang Hu's eyes suddenly darkened. He checked Zhou Datou's pulse; it was as weak as a spider's thread, yet still not broken. "He's still breathing! His blood vessels are damaged, but as long as the bleeding is stopped and the lost blood is replenished, his life can be saved!"

Ordinary people, seeing such a wounded person with blood gushing out and a face as white as paper, would only think that he was dying from blood loss.

The wound on the groin severed a vital blood vessel, which is why the blood was gushing out so violently. To save the life, the first thing to do, at all costs, is to stop the bleeding; once the bleeding stops, the next step is to slowly pull the person back from the brink of death.

There was no room for hesitation. For every moment of delay, a handful of blood would flow from this man's body.

Yang Hu's reaction was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.

He strode forward, stretched out his hands, and with all his might, pressed them hard against the inside of Zhou Datou's thighs.

That's the crucial point where major blood vessels ascend. Ordinary doctors only know to apply medicine and press on wounds, but they don't know that this vital blood vessel has a crucial point that can stop its flow. Pressing your finger on this point can forcefully stop the blood from flowing down the entire leg.

As he pressed down, the gushing blood visibly slowed down.

"Bring me a tourniquet, a clean cloth, and thread for ligation! Quickly!" Yang Hu pressed hard on the pass, giving the order in a stern voice, sweat beading on his forehead.

Qin Ying, disguised as a medicine boy, had already prepared the hemostatic bandages and silk threads, and then stepped forward to help hold Zhou Datou down firmly.

Yang Hu used a strip of cloth to tightly wrap around the upper part of the wound. The cloth was tightened more and more, finally stopping the gushing blood from flowing out.

Immediately, he opened the deep, bone-revealing wound and, by the light of day, quickly located the severed blood vessel end that had been split open and was still gushing blood.

This step was the most dangerous, and also the most crucial. Blood vessels are slippery and buried deep within flesh; the slightest miscalculation would cause the knot to fail, and the person would bleed to death in the blink of an eye. Yang Hu's fingers were nimble and precise as he pinched the severed end and, with silk thread, circled it steadily, binding it back together. Zhou Da trembled violently from the pain, but Yang Hu's hand remained as steady as a rock, not faltering in the slightest.

The bleeding has stopped.

The wound, which had been gushing blood like a spring, finally stopped bleeding.

But Zhou Datou had lost too much blood, and he was still hovering on the brink of death. His pale face, blue lips, and cold sweat were all signs of excessive blood loss and that he was on the verge of death.

The bleeding stopped, but the man was still not saved. Zhou Datou had lost too much blood and was in a state of deathly weakness. Without further treatment, he would still die from blood loss.

"Elevate his legs and lower his head," Yang Hu instructed, as he poured a bowl of warm rice porridge with salt and maltose into Zhou Datou's mouth. "He's lost too much blood, and the remaining blood can't keep up. Elevate his legs so that the last bit of blood can rush to his heart and brain, preventing him from collapsing from exhaustion. This salt and sugar rice porridge will help replenish the lost vital energy."

He stayed by Zhou Datou's side, not daring to leave for a moment. People who have lost too much blood are in the most dangerous situation; if they are not careful, their lives, which have just stopped bleeding, will quietly run out without them even realizing it.

This method of supporting the legs and administering rice soup seemed ordinary, but the accompanying doctors were dumbfounded. They had practiced medicine all their lives and only knew how to apply wound medicine to wounds. Who had ever seen such a method of saving lives, first pressing down on the blood vessels, then ligating the blood vessels, and then supporting the legs and administering soup?

Time passed, little by little.

Zhou Datou, who had been barely breathing, gradually recovered under the treatment of stopping the bleeding, ligating, and preventing further blood loss. His deathly pale face slowly regained some color, and his bluish lips gradually became rosy. His weak breathing steadily stabilized, bit by bit.

A life that was about to be ended by that one slash was once again pulled back from the brink of death by Yang Hu.

The army doctors who had previously said to "leave him a whole body" were stunned when they saw the wounds that had been stopped and Zhou Datou who had escaped death. They were speechless for a long time.

Having practiced medicine their entire lives, they had always been helpless when faced with patients whose vital organs were severely damaged and who were bleeding profusely. They could only shake their heads and sigh, preparing for the worst. Who would have thought that the gushing blood could be stopped by first pressing down on the blood vessels, then ligating the veins, and then by supporting the legs and administering soup, pulling a person who had bled to death and was on the verge of death back from the brink of death.

"Where did Doctor Yang learn all these skills?" the old doctor murmured twice, then suddenly bowed deeply to Yang Hu's back.

Yang Hu did not answer. He had no way of explaining these methods of stopping bleeding, ligating, and preventing blood loss to the people of this era. He only knew that these methods could save lives.

And the one who was saved was a squad leader who could wield a knife on the city wall.

At this critical juncture of defending the isolated city, saving even one more soldier who can climb to the top of the city wall increases the chances of holding it.

That hand was harming and silencing people in the city, so Yang Hu went to the wounded soldiers' camp and rescued his brothers, one by one, from the brink of death.

Zhou Datou slowly woke up, looked at the young physician guarding his side, and weakly but solemnly squeezed out a few words from his throat.

"Dr. Yang, it was you who gave me life."

"Take care of him," Yang Hu said calmly. "I've saved your leg and your life. Once you're fully recovered, go back up to the city walls and kill a few more barbarians for me."

After tidying up, Yang Hu stood at the tent entrance for a while before lifting the curtain and going out.

Last night's assassins, the survivors who were silenced, and the fierce attack by the barbarians outside the city—every single one of these points to the hand hidden deep within the central army, capable of mobilizing the military law department.

The more eager it is to kill and silence witnesses and collude with barbarians to launch a fierce attack, the more it reveals how grave its crime of colluding with the enemy is.

His hands were meant to not only snatch the lives of his brothers defending the city from the barbarians' scimitars, but also to eventually uncover, through the evidence, the deeply hidden hand that had brought so much suffering to the border.

By the time the bleeding stopped, it was already dawn. The soldier's fingers twitched, and he gripped Yang Hu's sleeve tightly again, but he couldn't speak. Yang Hu let him hold on until the soldier's grip loosened.

As the light gradually brightened outside the tent, it illuminated the blood-stained cloths and empty medicine jars scattered on the ground. He pulled down his sleeves and realized that his arms were so heavy he could hardly lift them.

That day will eventually come.