When seeing Zhou Chengling, Yang Mo's habitual movement was to crawl her fingers up to his pulse. Who knew that the armor on Zhou Chengling's body blocked his arms tightly.
"What to do?" Seeing Yang Mo's hand touching his head, Zhou Chengling frowned.
Zhou Chengling was still angry.
Just as Yang Mo was about to speak, Ajiu came in and said, "Jiang Ping is here."
Zhou Chengling clasped his hands behind his back and said nothing.
Ajiu exited step by step.
Yang Mo said hurriedly: "It's none of Jiang Ping's business. I knocked him out with medicine and brought him here."
Zhou Chengling lowered his head to look at Yang Mo and said in a cold voice, "You are really getting more and more promising."
Yang Mo leaned over and quietly placed her forehead on Zhou Chengling's back, leaning against him like this, then stretched out her arms to hug his waist, "I'm just brave. Didn't you already know that I
You probably received the news as soon as you left Beijing, otherwise why would you have come here at this time?"
Even though she was weak, being held by her like this made him feel warm on his back, and his hardened heart softened for the most part. "If I hadn't brought the troops here, would you still have come?"
This man poked her heart, and Yang Mo leaned forward, not believing that he could still fight with her, "Your armor is so cold."
What she asked was not what she answered, but when he thought of her dusty appearance, he couldn't bear to scold her.
"You're making such nonsense, I'm worried." Zhou Chengling whispered, reaching out his hand to pull Yang Mo from behind.
But Yang Mo didn't move, "No, just stay like this for a while, I miss you."
Hearing her say such words, Zhou Chengling's heart suddenly beat wildly, blood rushed to his face, and his heart softened completely.
It was hard to see what he was trying to do with her at this time.
Only Yang Molan dared to go to the battlefield at this time, and who else could do it, that is, he could see his family before the war.
I don’t know how envious others would be if they knew it.
When I saw her, I was obviously moved but still had a sullen face.
If she didn't hold her down like this, she wouldn't know what dangerous things she would do.
"I saw Imperial Physician Yao letting the wounded soldiers return to Beijing. He said that there was someone on the way to help him, so I knew it was you. The Imperial Physician of the Zhou Dynasty didn't know how to do anything else. It's best to hide at home and enjoy peace and happiness. If everyone wants to come,
Help, if there is no need for support, I have already come with Dr. Yao."
He thought clearly.
"After thinking about it, if I just ignore the patient when it comes to it, it will only be you and your Baohetang."
Why did this sound wrong? It seemed like he was praising her but not quite like it. Yang Mo wanted to screw Zhou Chengling, but couldn't do anything through the armor, so she had to write down the account for him.
Zhou Chengling said: "Ask Jiang Ping to follow you back to Beijing and leave today."
Yang Mo shook her head vigorously, "No, Yang Le Tang has just opened, so we can't give up halfway. You have to win the battle and return to Beijing anyway. I will only stay for a few more days."
"Please, just this once, when the Yang Le Tang opens, I won't follow you to the battlefield."
She deliberately suppressed her voice, with a thick nasal tone.
"I will protect you when I am here. If it were me..."
"Nonsense." Zhou Chengling's hand was suddenly held by Yang Mo.
"I married you, and you have to protect me for the rest of your life."
"capricious."
Yang Mo lowered her head and smiled, "What's wrong with being willful? You can be willful when you have someone to pamper you, and you can be willful when you have someone to rely on. It's not good to be too promising, because no one will hurt you." As she said this, she pinched Zhou Chengling's fingers.
"People just want to take advantage of someone's pain and do whatever they want."
Zhou Chengling was so angry that he laughed out loud, "How can you still make sense like this?"
The two of them sat down arm in arm, and Yang Mo said, "Why did you pick me up today?" Zhou Chengling must have arranged everything.
Zhou Chengling said: "We will fight tomorrow and eat well today." As he said this, he rubbed the stains on her face with his hands.
Yang Mo didn't need to look in the mirror to know what she looked like. She was similar to Wei Mao, Xiao Quan, and Mei Xiang, with a gray face.
"I'll have someone prepare some water. You can take a bath later, and we can take a good rest after dinner."
Yang Mo originally thought this was too much trouble, but thinking of the warm bath water made her feel itchy and uncomfortable. She really wanted to take a bath and change clothes.
At this time, any random thing in daily life makes people feel very happy.
Yang Mo stepped into the simple bathtub and felt so comfortable sitting in the warm water that her whole body and mind seemed to relax.
I took a comfortable bath, and when I came out reluctantly, I found that the water was cold.
After changing clothes, I was about to come out and found Zhou Chengling taking off his clothes.
Yang Mo couldn't help but be a little surprised, "What are you doing?"
Zhou Chengling didn't even look up, "Let me take a bath with your water."
She couldn't remember him even if he didn't say it. The smell on him was a little strong.
"The water is already cold, and it's still dirty. It's better to have it changed."
Looking at her red face, Zhou Chengling laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? I use cold water every day to see how dirty it gets." He said and stepped over.
After a while, Yang Mo heard the sound of water, and then she went in holding a cloth towel. Looking at Zhou Chengling's broad back, Yang Mo couldn't help but blush when she thought of those nights when the two of them were together.
"Is it dirty?"
"It's a bit dirty. There's a layer underneath. It's hard to see how you can have so many mud balls when you're so clean."
Yang Mo dipped a cloth in water and wiped Zhou Chengling's back, "Damn, you won't listen to what I said."
Zhou Chengling laughed and said, "Use more strength and rub it off for me more."
What was on her mind immediately struck a chord, but since he said that, she didn't have to be polite. She rolled up her sleeves and rubbed him down with all her strength.
After taking a bath, the two of them sat down, and immediately a soldier brought two bowls of noodles.
Two big bowls, clear soup, the meat inside is boiled crystal clear, with only a little bit of minced meat and chopped green onion sprinkled on top.
But Yang Mo thought it smelled fragrant.
It's just that the bowl is too big and she can't eat the noodles in it. Looking at Zhou Chengling's, it's not more than hers.
Yang Mo picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it into Zhou Chengling's bowl, "I can't eat so much noodles, I just want to drink more noodle soup."
After speaking, Yang Mo picked up the bowl and took a sip. The soup was sweet in her mouth.
When she eats noodles, she likes to eat spicy and sour cucumber strips and some pickles.
But when it comes to noodles like this, you don’t need to eat any side dishes, just pick them up with chopsticks and put them in your mouth.
The two of them were eating noodles next to each other. After a while, the two sea bowls became empty. Yang Mo felt that her stomach was about to be stretched open. Zhou Chengling stretched out his hand to rub Yang Mo's belly.
"This noodles is so delicious, the best I have ever tasted."
The two of them leaned together after eating.
"Is it cold?" Zhou Chengling asked in a low voice, "It's always colder here than in the capital."
Yang Mo shook her head, "It's not cold," her heart was now like a seed about to sprout green buds, "It's spring now, how can it be cold."
At the third watch of the day, Zhou Chengling put on his armor and walked out of the tent, and Yang Mo also asked Mei Xiang to carry the medicine box.
Before leaving the camp, Yang Mo saw Dr. Yao walking over in a hurry.
Doctor Yao was sweating profusely as he ran, and immediately smiled when he saw Yang Mo.
It's really Miss Yang.
Miss Yang is really here.
I really want to see the flag of Baohetang here.
Although he was sure in his heart, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw the scene before him. He wanted to laugh but tears were about to well up.
Yang Mo looked at Wei Mao and said, "Wei Mao, tell Dr. Yao how many wounded soldiers we have treated, how many have returned to the barracks, and how many are in stable condition."
Wei Mao immediately took out a booklet from his arms and sent it to Dr. Yao.
"Yao Yuyi, this is the result of you letting the injury come to us."
Dr. Yao trembled and opened the booklet. The numbers recorded here are lives. They cannot create lives, but they can try their best to save people's lives.
Let them go home and see their wives, children and children.
"Miss Yang... Where are you going, Grandma Ten?" Yao Yuyi asked hurriedly as Yang Mo was about to leave.
Yang Mo said: "We are going to Yang Le Hall. We drove along the road from the capital. Five Yang Le Halls have been opened. They are full of wounded soldiers. When the fighting starts in front, the wounded soldiers will come one after another."
Doctor Yao nodded repeatedly, and for some reason his eyes were glued to Yang Mo and couldn't leave.
"Grandma Ten..." Seeing Yang Mo walking away, Royal Doctor Yao suddenly spoke.
Yang Mo turned her head.
Doctor Yao bowed his head with both hands, "Grandma Ten, you must take care of yourself," and saluted Wei Mao and others, "No matter what, take good care of Grandma Ten." You must take care of yourself, because only Grandma Ten can save such a person.
Multiple people.
Wei Mao hurriedly returned the courtesy.
They all understand that they are standing here today because of Master. Without Master, there would be no Yang Le Tang, let alone people like them.
Without a master, he was just an ordinary apprentice and had no idea that he could do what he did today.
I didn't know he could achieve such an achievement in his life.
After saying this, Imperial Doctor Yao took a few steps back before turning around to chase the army.
Yang Mo also returned the favor to Dr. Yao and took Wei Mao and others to rescue people. The few people had not gone far when they heard the sound of "wuwuwuwu".
Yang Mo raised her head and saw Master Zhou tied to the car.
Mr. Wednesday's hair was disheveled, his robes were messy, something was stuffed in his mouth, and he could only make muffled sounds. There were several bloody heads in the car.
It should be the entourage that Mr. Wednesday brought from home.
"He deserves it," Wei Mao cursed. "While others are fighting desperately, he deserted and harmed his master. Such a person should have this fate."
Mr. Zhou probably didn't expect that his clan identity meant nothing on the battlefield. Being tied up and sent to the battlefield together like this would probably scare him to death even if he didn't die.
Mrs. Zhou who opened a porridge shack with old rice in Beijing must not have thought that Master Zhou was already a prisoner.
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Once you start treating patients, time goes by very quickly.
Yang Mo didn't know how many days and nights she had been busy.
"Grandma, there is good news," Mei Xiang came over and whispered, "The general has won a great victory. I heard that everyone has been rescued."
Dong Zhao was rescued?
Yang Mo couldn't help but feel relaxed.
"Master, master, the general has sent someone to inform you that General Dong and General Fan are both injured and will be carried here soon."