As long as the medics could keep up physically with the ordinary soldiers, their main job was to make sure that their medical skills were up to mark.
Xia Wen hurriedly entered the tent to take a look at Xia Mao. Xia Mao clearly looked much better than he did last night. If one were to use an analogy, the impression was of a shriveled balloon suddenly being blown up.
It was as if his entire person was filled with vitality. The Xia Mao from yesterday was clearly surrounded by a dark and lifeless aura.
"Father… can you hear me? If you can hear me, move your fingers slightly," Xia Wen said in Xia Mao's ear as he squatted carefully next to him.
After a while, Xia Wen saw Xia Mao's fingers move slightly. He was certain that Xia Mao could hear him.
