Chương 452: Divine Medicine (1)

Fan Beiran seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes darkened slightly. After taking a sip of wine, he continued with emotion, "On the battlefield, many injured people actually die like this."

In the past two years, Fan Beiran spent most of his time in Beijing. He was a flag bearer and it was considered quite a decent idle job.

But he had also been to the battlefield several times before, accompanying the army on expeditions thousands of miles away. In war, he had witnessed comrades lose their lives on the battlefield. He had also seen comrades with severe wounds, deep festering wounds that wouldn't heal, high fevers, and unconsciousness. Some managed to survive and regain consciousness, even if they were left disabled, but many others simply passed away in a state of high fever and unconsciousness…