Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 277 - 269: Refugee Camp Conditions

Is she really just a village girl raised in the countryside?

She exudes mystery everywhere, making it hard to see clearly or understand.

The thoughts in everyone’s hearts were unprecedentedly unified.

This woman will definitely soar and become powerful in the future. She possesses a martial spirit not inferior to men, lacks neither courage nor wisdom, and has extraordinary abilities, overshadowing even the finest men.

Moreover, her methods of managing people are exceptionally special. She employs talents wisely, regardless of background or status, only doing what she believes is right, fearless of gossip.

Throughout the journey, there wasn’t a lack of disdain, ridicule, or contempt, but she never took it to heart, not even bothering to spare a glance.

Instead, the protective members of the 132th Regiment would challenge anyone who spoke ill of their leader, insisting on beating them down, only relenting once the person was defeated. If inconvenient to retaliate immediately, the person might be inexplicably ambushed later.

If one can follow such a master, endless prospects might unfold, maybe even paving a path to peace and prosperity.

Lin Yiqiu suppressed the unrealistic thoughts in his heart. Managing people himself, what kind of characters hasn’t he seen? Yet, at this moment, he was impressed by the abilities of a little girl, secretly laughing at himself; he must have gone mad to consider recognizing a girl as his leader.

The most deeply touched was the calm and collected Han Xifeng. As the Family Head, how many disputes need mediation every day? How many affairs, great and small, need his personal involvement, with conspiracies and intrigues emerging endlessly? He, too, manages a clan of similar size but achieves far less.

The Han Family Elders only flaunt their seniority, either finding fault or stirring trouble. The youngsters indulge in pleasure, comparing status; the girls only adorn themselves, playing musical instruments or painting.

The ancestors and younger generations are spoiled beyond measure, constantly causing mischief, with few excelling in academics, unlike the kids of the 132th Regiment who work together, make mutual progress, and keep each other in check.

Don’t be deceived by the calm since the escape; the chaos when they first set out was akin to pandemonium. If not for his forced suppression, things would have been chaotic. Even so, hindrances existed everywhere.

The straightforward Quan Bin, however, had fewer concerns, deeming the 132th Regiment’s captain a fine person worth befriending.

Amidst thoughts, fighting suddenly erupted on the opposite riverbank.

"Finally a battle, sister’s waited till the flowers wilted." Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but murmur.

"What?" Yang Fan beside her didn’t catch it, looking over curiously.

"Nothing, they’re fighting, we can finally take a breather."

"Right!" Then he looked towards a group of unfamiliar men and clasped his hands in thanks! Tonight, we’re indebted to these men for their assistance.

Seeing Grandpa Huang in the distance, dressing the wounded, she turned slightly to ask, "Brother Yang, do you have a better settlement place, where the injured companions can be immediately treated?"

Yang Fan then followed Cheng Xiaoxiao’s gaze, noticing through the crowd, an old doctor dressing his companion’s wound, assisted by an attendant carrying a medicine box.

His eyes instantly brightened; instead of answering Cheng Xiaoxiao’s question, he eagerly asked, "Is that person a doctor?"

Though confident inside, he still sought reassurance.

Seeing Cheng Xiaoxiao nod, he was overjoyed, "Miss Cheng, please ask the doctor to help treat...." Before finishing his sentence, he was about to kneel, which Cheng Xiaoxiao promptly prevented.

"Brother Yang, what’s this about? Injuries are inevitable on the battlefield; if they’re breathing, we will surely help." Cheng Xiaoxiao obviously knew whom he referred to; even without his request, she would have treated them free of charge, as failing to fulfil tasks due to insufficient personnel would be a waste.

Yang Fan was ecstatic upon hearing this, thinking the young lady might demand something, but she was unexpectedly straightforward, "Great! There’s no time to lose; I’ll lead everyone to the base right away."

He instructed the uninjured companions to stay put, then led the group back quickly.

Cheng Xiaoxiao likewise left dozens by the riverbank in case of unforeseen events. Though there was systematic surveillance, if the enemy indeed attacked, manpower would still be needed for defense.

Yang Fan quickened his pace, disregarding the night’s obstruction and the hindrance of wind and snow.

"Brother Yang, slow down; there are children and elderly in the group unable to walk so fast." Cheng Xiaoxiao reminded, noting his steps unknowingly carried Inner Strength.

Bear in mind they had no carts, only cleared a roughly one-meter-wide path, unsuitable for carts, requiring snow clearance to allow passage.

"I lost my bearings in urgency; hope Miss Cheng won’t mind!" Realizing he rushed too much, acted wrongly, Yang Fan looked apologetic.

"It’s okay, Brother Yang; rest assured, our team has one physician, two doctors, and over ten apprentices. Once we reach the place, we’ll exert ourselves fully."

Yang Fan was astounded, a physician, Miss Cheng’s team boasted such high Combat Power, had a physician and two doctors—it was fantastic, many brothers in the team would be saved.

Of course, the physician was from the Han Family, but for now all came under Cheng Xiaoxiao’s management. Huang Zhongyi too possessed physician-level skills; before meeting Cheng Xiaoxiao, he might have had many deficiencies in medicine, but Cheng Xiaoxiao opened a new world for him—bold views and novel treatment methods emerged one after another, enlightening him. In the months following, he seemed to have unblocked the Ren and Du Meridians, unstoppable, his medical skill now surpassing an ordinary physician’s level.

In the State Mansions, doctors needed to pass physician qualification exams and register with the Government to practice.

In townships, the requirements for doctors weren’t as strict; people called them wandering doctors or barefoot doctors, only seeing patients in remote townships, despised by prominent families and nobles who wouldn’t hire them.

The other doctor belonged to Lin Yiqiu’s team, a barefoot doctor with mediocre skills—barely managing bruises, colds, and coughs; other ailments were beyond his reach. Nonetheless, Lin Yiqiu protected him fervently.

Yang Fan was quite surprised by Cheng Xiaoxiao’s group of refugees having a physician.

Brief interactions revealed an indefinable peculiarity in their team.

Putting aside chaotic thoughts, as long as everyone’s lives could be saved, everything else could be dealt with later!

Before long, everyone arrived at the refugee camp north of the city, its dereliction far beyond imagination.

Low, shabby houses nearly covered by snow, everywhere inside dilapidated walls, people resided. Under system scan, all were wounded; many, lacking timely treatment and medication, had festering sores, left lying on straw mats waiting for death; those still able to wail were mostly lightly injured elders and children.

It was conceivable that without Cheng Xiaoxiao and her group’s aid, these people would soon meet King Yan.

Days of battles led to increasing patients, cramming into all sizes of drafty buildings.

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