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Chapter 122: Winning or losing is not a problem, the problem is strategy [14]

"It would be great if there was a magic doctor's soul-reviving pill!"

Su Mufeng's vague words awakened the troubled Murong Qian. Didn't Xiaoyan give herself a bottle the day she left the valley?

After saying that, he ran back to his military camp and found the soul-reviving pill in his bag. He hoped that the master could help him!

Running back to Nangong Li's military camp again, she suddenly realized that she had consumed a lot of energy today. Now her feet didn't feel like her own, but she still insisted on going into Nangong Li's military camp.

"Military doctor, look, can he take this medicine?"

Murong Qian gave a soul-reviving pill to the military doctor. When the military doctor saw the pill, he smelled it and looked at Murong Qian with joy.

"This, this...isn't this the soul-reviving pill?"

The military doctor looked at Murong Qian in disbelief. How could he have the miracle medicine? And it was said that there were only five of these miracle medicines. Now he actually saw one.

"Yes, can the general take this medicine?"

Murong Qian rolled her eyes. Are you so surprised that this medicine is abundant in the Medical Immortal Palace? Moreover, she remembered correctly, the most precious medicine in the Medical Immortal Palace is not this kind of medicine.

"Yes, yes!"

The military doctor signaled his apprentice to help Nangong Li up and put the medicine into Nangong Li's mouth. Murong Qian kept watching. When the military doctor left Nangong Li's military camp, he was still smiling.

While nodding his head and talking to his apprentice, he taught him how to change Nangong Li's dressing.

Murong Qian knew that there were many injured people outside, so he opened his mouth to stop the two of them!

"Military doctor, I have learned some medical skills before, so let me take care of the general!"

When the military doctor saw Murong Qian talking like this, he didn't say anything more and left here quickly with his apprentice.

Murong Qian wiped Nangong Li's sweat while talking in his sleep. There was Mengtian in his dream. How great would it be if Mengtian knew about it? Murong Qian was thinking that when he left last time, Nangong Jin had called him like this.

alone?

He walked aside and twisted a strip of cloth to wipe Nangong Li's body, so that he would be more comfortable when sleeping. He moved very gently...

This goes on until midnight

Nangong Li actually had a fever. Murong Qian did anything to check his pulse. He was already very tired when breaking the formation during the day, but now...

Su Mufeng came in during the process and said that he would take care of her, but Murong Qian thought about how a grown man could take care of her. So she refused to let him take care of her.

Unknowingly, Murong Qian fell asleep.

In her sleep, she saw Nangong Jin, but Nangong Jin was holding Concubine Liu to show off in front of her. The name Murong Qian muttered was Nangong Jin.

Suddenly, Murong Qian woke up and saw Nangong Li looking at her. Murong Qian felt a lot embarrassed, but then she thought that he had a fever last night.

"Are you awake? How is it? Does the wound hurt? Are you hungry?"

Murong Qian asked so many questions at once, and Nangong Li was speechless, but his heart felt warm, because no one had been so kind to him since he was a child. Murong Qian's comfort reminded him of his mother and concubine.

Murong Qian thought his wound was in pain, so she stroked his wound and slowly removed the gauze. Because Nangong Jin was lying sideways, Murong Qian took off the gauze in one or two strokes.

Looking at that sad look, if he had learned the silver needle better, maybe he wouldn't have been injured. His somewhat self-blaming eyes made Nangong Li dodge for a moment.

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