In the woods outside the field hospital, two men were standing under a tree and whispering something.
"This is the amount for the past six months. Rena asked me to tell you that this kind of stuff has serious side effects and should never be used unless absolutely necessary." A slightly fat middle-aged man handed over the cowhide bag.
The tall man had dazzling blond hair. He leaned under the tree and reached out to take it, "Yes."
Seeing several needle holes on the other person's wrist, the middle-aged man looked solemn and said, "You are very weak now, so don't use this thing for the time being."
"I see."
The middle-aged man's eyes were deep, "I heard that Ruth was imprisoned by Leng Ling. Will she tell him about you?"
Li En thought for a moment, and then said with certainty, "No. This woman is very smart. She knows what to do and what not to do. Telling Leng Ling will not do her any good."
The other party patted Li En on the shoulder, "Anyway, you'd better be careful. I hope you can cherish your body. Even if you hate him, don't make fun of your body. After all, you are his son, Yi
The Shodar family also needs you."
Rean said calmly, "I understand, tell him that I will complete the task, don't worry."
The middle-aged man nodded, "I'm leaving. I'll contact you if I need anything."
"Um."
The late autumn sun shone through the clouds and lost its original heat. Lien stood quietly for a while looking at the cowhide bag in his hand, his mind confused for a moment.
The pain at the wound eroded the nerves, and his eyesight went black. He managed to hold on to his body, but failed to do so. In the end, he slowly leaned down weakly, and then endless darkness hit.
When Lean opened his eyes again, he found that he was back in the ward, as if everything that had just happened in the woods was a dream.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the cowhide bag lying quietly on the cabinet, telling Lean that what just happened was not an illusion.
There was a trace of doubt on the heroic face. Just when Lien was confused, a young voice interrupted his thoughts.
"you're awake?"
Li En looked at the man standing in front of the hospital bed, his eyes darkened, "It's you."
"It was me. If I hadn't carried you back, I don't know how long you would have been lying there. In this way, we can be considered even, Rean Hans."
Lean shrugged, "You made a mistake, and I don't want to save you."
Roy looked down at Lien's face, a little puzzled.
"You suspect that I am a spy. Once you die, I will most likely be thought to have collaborated with the Duchess to plot to kill you. If you then charge me with murder and silence, I will really have a hard time defending myself."
Roy frowned and didn't answer. He pointed to the brown paper bag, "Where did you get all these injections? What do you want with these things?"
"No comment."
Roy's young face showed seriousness, "Lean Hans, what happened yesterday doesn't mean anything, and I won't accept your favor because of it. I'm warning you, don't try to play any tricks. If I find out,
You are really a spy from Valencia, and I will never let you go."
Lean sneered disdainfully, "Lieutenant Roy, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. If you want to find evidence of collaboration with the enemy from me, you will have to work harder."
"Then we'll see."
Roy turned around and opened the door to the ward, only to see Fan Wu standing at the door with burning eyes.
"Second Lieutenant Roy, Rean Hans needs to rest, please don't disturb him."
"I'm leaving now," Roy glanced at the man on the bed, tightened his lips and walked out.
Fan Wu closed the door of the ward and walked to Li En's bedside, "You shouldn't go out."
Lean raised his chin and motioned the other person to look at the cabinet, "I have to get those things, otherwise I will be paralyzed."
Fan Wu reached for the cowhide bag, opened it, took out an injection, and his expression suddenly changed.
"You still want to use these things, are you dying?"
Rean said in a light tone, "Don't be nervous, morphine contains very few ingredients. I will pay attention to it and won't use it unless it is absolutely necessary."
"These things will accelerate the deterioration of your condition. If this continues, no one can save you." Seeing that Li En did not answer, Fan Wu continued, "Young man, are you really prepared to leave His Highness alone like this? You
Can you bear it?"
Li En asked back, "Then what do you think I should do? Do I have to wait to die like a useless person? Ling needs me, and I can't leave him alone. I've hurt him enough, and I can't go on like this."
"If you are joking with your own life, then you have really broken His Highness Leng Ling's heart. I have also lost my lover, and I know how painful that feeling is," Fan Wu sighed, the middle of his eyes
There was a trace of sadness in his eyes, "Young man, listen to my advice, while you are still alive, cherish everything you have, and don't let His Highness Leng Ling be sad for you again."
Lean's eyes were light and he said, "Thank you."
"Taking the medicine I prescribed for you will at least prolong your life." Fan Wu took the cowhide bag and said, "Leave the things here with me first. If you need them, you can ask me for them."
Li En was infected by the determination in Fan Wu's eyes, and he knew that this middle-aged man really cared about him.
"All right."
Fan Wu left the ward and returned to the headquarters.
"Dong dong."
"Please come in."
A young man in a heroic military uniform walked in. Fan Wu was slightly surprised when he saw the person coming, "Your Highness, why are you here?"
Leng Ling handed the notebook to Fan Wu, "Can you help me restore this thing?"
He took the book and opened it and looked at it. He found that the writing inside had been blurred by the water, "What do you want me to do?"
"Turn to the second to last page and look at the footer."
Fan Wu did as he was told, and when he saw Li En's name written on the footer, he felt a little strange, "This is..."
"I know you know chemistry, and I want you to help me restore this line."
Fan Wu is a military doctor. When he was young, he also studied clinical medicine for many years and also researched chemical reagents. However, he did not know any way to restore the handwriting that had been eroded to the point of being unclear.
After hesitating for a moment, Fan Wu replied, "Your Highness, I'm afraid... I can't do it."
"Is there really no way?"
Seeing the desire in Leng Ling's eyes, Fan Wu couldn't bear to refuse, "I can try, but I'm sure I can succeed."
"Then it's up to you. No matter what method you use, you must let me see that name."
"yes."
Leng Ling left without saying anything else.
Fan Wu carefully looked at this notebook and the two styles of handwriting on it, and the doubts in his eyes became deeper and deeper.
This is just a notebook. Why does His Highness Leng Ling care so much? Especially this row of names. Is there anything fishy about it?
In any case, since His Highness Leng Ling gave him a task, he must complete it.
Fan Wu put away the notebook and locked it in the cabinet together with the leather bag, preparing to find time to study it carefully.
**********
A few days later, Alan Schalda arrived in Kesel.
As Lanson's diplomat, this man had been absent from the country for many years. He suddenly came back after Leng Ling left Sarat, and this time he came to Kessel as a special messenger and brought Leng Xiao's personal letter.
In the cold autumn wind, Leng Ling watched from a distance as the train stopped at the station and a man in a windbreaker stepped off.
"His Royal Highness Leng Ling, hello."
The man is thin and tall. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which gives him a more elegant demeanor, which well conceals the coldness and sinisterness in his gray eyes.
Leng Ling nodded lightly and said in a cold voice, "Hello, you've had a hard journey, come with me."
"yes."
Sharda didn't say much. He got into the car with Leng Ling and drove to the headquarters.
In the quiet car, Lance sat in front and drove, while Leng Ling and Salda sat side by side.
Sharda looked at the scene outside the car window and chatted with Leng Ling, "Your Highness, Kessel has changed a lot under your management than in the past. Mr. President will be very pleased to know this."
Hearing the obvious flattery in the other party's words, Leng Ling frowned and asked, "Have you been here before?"
"It happened a long time ago. At that time, I was still a soldier with a dream." The eyes hidden behind the lenses flashed a few inexplicable colors, "Just like you now."
Leng Ling looked at the scenery in the distance, the blue sky, and the golden wheat fields, with quiet eyes, "My dreams are different from yours."
Sharda smiled narrowly, pushed up his glasses and said, "Your Highness, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still the same."
Leng Ling lowered his eyes indifferently, and his clear voice had no waves, "I'm sorry, I don't have a deep impression of you."
"It's okay," Sharda frowned, as if she didn't hate Leng Ling's attitude of keeping away from strangers, "How is Mrs. Ruth? I want to see her later."
Leng Ling said expressionlessly, "She is very good. When you arrive at the military headquarters, someone will make arrangements for you."
"yes."
After that, neither of them spoke anymore, and they stayed like this until they arrived at the headquarters.
When the guards saw Leng Ling returning with Sharda and his party, they immediately stepped forward and saluted, "Your Highness Leng Ling, everything has been arranged."
"Very well, Lance, you take them first," he glanced at Sharda, "You follow me."
Salda lowered her eyebrows slightly and followed calmly.
At this time, Fan Wu happened to be back from the field hospital.
Climbing up the steps, a low voice of conversation came from the corridor.
"Your Highness Leng Ling, Mr. President asked me to bring a personal letter and told you that the Duchess will be sent back to Valencia in a week."
How come this voice is so familiar? Why do I feel creepy when I hear this voice?
Fan Wu's eyes were dark, and he desperately searched for a face that matched the voice in his mind, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.
He stopped and hid in a corner with one hand on the wall, wanting to see who the speaker was.
"I understand. You go back and rest first. I will arrange for you to meet the Duchess tomorrow."
"yes."
The conversation stopped, Leng Ling walked over from the front and disappeared into the corridor, and the people behind him also appeared.
When this face was reflected on Fan Wu's retinas, his eyes suddenly widened.
