Of course, at that ti in the original plot, He Tiantian was still staying at ho, continuing her life as a pampered eldest miss.
He Tiantian couldn’t really continue living carefree, she seed to have been inspired or motivated by the incident involving Kang Shenxing.
She was like a child who had just gotten a toy, but this ti her "toy" wasn’t a real toy, instead, it was the strange dical skills for treating external injuries.
At least in the eyes of ancient people like He Yichong, He Tiantian using needle and thread to stitch up soldiers’ wounds on the city walls was certainly an odd behavior.
Indeed, He Tiantian didn’t stay at ho, but went straight to the city wall and the barracks.
She had catgut prepared and sterilized at high temperatures, and in front of He Yichong and Tian Dan, she stitched up so of the wounded soldiers without changing her expression.
You see, even though this couple were great heroes who had seen life and death and bloodshed,
witnessing a needle thread blood-streaked threads through bleeding flesh had a considerable shock value.
He Yichong coped better; after all, being a man, he barely managed to watch.
While Tian Dan felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
Huang Rong didn’t want to witness such bloody scenes, but she was worried He Tiantian might get into trouble.
After all, suturing wounds with needle and thread had never been done before.
Nobody could guarantee it would definitely work.
Moreover, Tian Dan had a bit of ulterior motive.
If his daughter’s suturing technique proved useful for those wounded soldiers, it would confirm that the suturing technique indeed had no issues.
Indirectly, it would an that Kang Shenxing’s arm was indeed successfully stitched up by his daughter.
Thus, He Yichong would no longer be annoyed with his daughter.
This trouble could thus be minimized.
Enduring intense discomfort, Tian Dan stayed throughout the procedure as Tiantian stitched up the wounded soldiers.
The people in ancient tis had a high tolerance for pain, bearing the agony of suturing without any anesthesia.
Fortunately, He Tiantian was skilled and quick, managing to stitch up wounds, big or small, in the shortest amount of ti.
Once He Tiantian finished the sutures, Tian Dan carefully arranged for these wounded soldiers to be well taken care of.
Their daily als and dicines to replenish energy and blood were also specifically supplied to these soldiers.
A few days flew by, and as He Tiantian was busy preparing catgut and commissioning surgical knives and other instrunts, the soldiers’ stitched wounds began to heal.
Fortunately, they didn’t get infected or inflad, and all survived through it.
One severely wounded soldier, who almost had his intestines spill out from a half-foot-long abdominal wound, miraculously survived thanks to He Tiantian’s treatnt.
The doctors in Xiang City couldn’t help but marvel at the sight.
And those soldiers with only so exterior wounds recovered even faster, soon energetically returning to guard the city walls.
Witnessing all these, not just He Yichong was amazed, even the broad-minded and clever Tian Dan found it incredible.
His Tianer, who had always been pampered and brutish, couldn’t master the superior martial arts available at ho.
He had thought that Tianer could only survive in these troubled tis under the protection of her parents or her brother.
But now... Tian Dan finally showed a brilliant smile; with such superb artistic achievent in dical skills, Tianer could live well even on her own.
While Tian Dan was relieved, he also felt an inexplicable pride: "How could my and Brother Chong’s daughter be diocre?"
Having confird that his daughter had prospects, Tian Dan beca even more willing to fulfill her requests.
"Alcohol? You need a large amount of alcohol?" Tian Dan repeated his daughter’s question, not because it seed absurd or unachievable.
He pondered, his mind running at full speed, thinking how he could obtain a large quantity of alcohol for his daughter despite Xiang City being besieged by Hulu enemies.
Tian Dan didn’t even ask He Tiantian why she wanted the alcohol.
"Mother, the alcohol available now is too low in concentration; it can’t disinfect, so I want to increase the concentration of the alcohol."
Though Tian Dan didn’t ask, He Tiantian explained anyway.
"Alright, mother will figure it out for you!"
Tian Dan, deserving her title as the leader of the number one Beggar Gang, indeed had the confidence.
He Tiantian thought for a mont and then said, "Oh, Mother, I also want a bow!"
Being in a chaotic world, He Tiantian had an enemy like Kang Shenxing, as well as hidden dangers controlled by the plot.
But she still needed so weapons for self-defense.
He Tiantian originally wanted to learn the Dog Beating Stick or the Dragon Subduing Palm since Tianer had the conditions.
If not, learning the Spiritual Wave Palm or Flying Flower Acupoint Hand from Heaven South Star would also work.
However, the power of the script erged again.
He Tiantian distressingly found out that Tianer’s body was utterly unsuitable for martial arts training, and her comprehension was really poor.
Changing a core didn’t help either.
He Tiantian could distinctly feel that her Divine Soul was being suppressed.
The ntal thods or martial arts moves that were relatively easy to understand just couldn’t be grasped by her.
Her mory also beca very poor; learn today, forget tomorrow.
He Tiantian felt she had never been so dull and stupid.
She also finally experienced the helplessness and despair of a poor student.
She studied; she really tried hard, but she just couldn’t rember or make sense of it.
Her brain seed to be locked; all her desperate struggles only brought her pin-prick-like pains.
He Tiantian:...what a script, forcibly lowering my intelligence to prevent breaking the plot.
Since martial arts didn’t work, she had to think of sothing else.
Fortunately, He Tiantian still knew archery.
And her biological father in this novel’s world, He Yichong, a descendant of the Yue Family Army, not only knew the Yang Family Spear but was also a Divine Archer, skilled enough to hit two targets with one arrow.
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