Another group of soldiers and horses came galloping over. The disarmed Fengwei army squatting on the ground looked up quietly. Several men jumped off their horses. They were not soldiers, but they were doctors carrying medicine boxes...
Everyone gathered around there.
"Be careful."
"Bring it over here and I'll pull out the arrow."
"Don't pull it out yet, wrap the wound first."
Noisy sounds kept coming, as if they were treating thousands of troops, but in fact there were only two people there. Thinking of those two people, the Fengwei army squatting on the ground looked hateful and sad. These two people killed the general, killed the general.
Ah, deceiving the general and leaving him undefended, these thieves...
But the rebel army seemed a little strange. He looked at these soldiers and horses quietly. He said they were Zhenwu Army. He didn't know whether it was true or not, but he killed all Fan Yang's soldiers. It didn't matter whether they surrendered or not. As for them, as long as they surrendered, they would be killed.
They disarmed and surrounded them, without further killing.
There are too many strange things tonight, including strange court officials, strange rebels, strange reinforcements, and strange women in the reinforcements.
The strange woman was always riding on the horse, looking down at the circle surrounded by people.
"Is Han Xu dead?" she asked again.
Zhongli, who woke up from the severe pain of pulling out an arrow, heard these words and struggled: "Not yet..."
He stretched out his hand to grab the knife and stood up, but was immediately held down: "Don't move, bring the medicinal wine and let him fall asleep."
Those who were busy here and those who were busy there also responded: "I don't know yet, I'm not dead yet, I have to pull out the arrow for Mr. Han."
Looking down at the firelight, he saw blood spattering. Li Minglou sat motionless on the horse. Fang Er stayed by her side. He felt strange. Miss Zhao Wang Shi rushed over immediately and rushed to rescue the injured. But for this Han Xu,
The young lady refused to go over, and only asked if he was dead, as if she was waiting for him to die...
Probably because Han Xu and King Zhao have different identities, not to mention that Han Xu is still going to Jiannan Road and wants to control Jiannan Road.
The arrow was pulled out, the wound was wrapped in medicine, and the medicinal wine was poured in. Han Xu was lying on the ground motionless. He did not get up to ask who saved him, did not look curiously at this woman among the soldiers, and did not express joy after hearing the name for a long time.
.....
"Okay, the bleeding has stopped."
The busy doctors looked serious but somewhat relaxed as they gathered around the motionless man, applying medicine and injecting needles.
"Is Han Xu dead?" Li Minglou asked again, seeming a little impatient.
The doctors looked at each other, and then one of them stood up: "Madam, Mr. Han was hit by two arrows in his chest and shoulders. He lost too much blood and passed out."
Li Minglou didn't seem to understand the description of the injury. He looked at them and only asked the result: "Is he dead?"
The doctor solemnly said: "I don't have to worry about my life for the time being."
Li Minglou shook his head decisively: "How is that possible? He is going to die."
As if she wanted to see clearly for herself, she jumped off the horse and walked towards this side step by step. The doctors surrounding her hurriedly got out of the way.
"Young lady, look, the injuries are here, here, and here." They pointed out, "The bleeding has stopped."
The bright torch shines on the man lying on the ground. The middle-aged man's face is white, his eyes are closed and peaceful, and his chest and shoulders are wrapped with scars, which have been dyed red.
Li Minglou knelt down and put his hand on Han Xu's body. His white and tender hands were suddenly stained with blood.
He stroked the wound cloth with his hand.
"How come he's not dead?" She murmured, "Look, there's so much blood.
Put your hands on the wound.
"How come he's not dead?" She murmured, "Look, there's an arrow in the heart."
His hand fell on Han Xu's face.
"How come he's not dead?" She murmured, "Look, his face is so pale."
Han Xu opened his eyes and frowned: "This woman, my face is already so white."
Although his voice was weak, he spoke clearly.
A doctor happily pointed to the evidence: "Young madam, look, he can still speak."
Li Minglou shook his head unmoved. King Zhao said a lot at that time.
Han Xu frowned, and he woke up in a daze. His vision of the woman touching him was a little blurry. Who was she? Then he heard the doctors around him talking about whether he was injured or not.
It's very heavy but life is safe.
These doctors are too good-tempered. It is useless to say these words at this time. They have to use their momentum to intimidate. Although Han Xu was weak, his momentum was still there. He said: "Madam, if you press my wound like this again, I will
He’s going to die.”
Li Minglou stopped his hand, as if he was frightened, and the doctors on the side also realized what was happening and stopped making messy medical arguments.
"Young madam, do you want him to live or let him die?" a doctor said, holding the golden needle that had just saved his life in his hand. Golden needles can save lives, but they can also kill.
Who are these people! Han Xu is suffocating. Aren't these people here to save him? How weird.
Li Minglou didn't think the doctor's question was strange, he just felt sad: "If I want him to live, can he live? I want King Zhao to live, but isn't he still dead?"
Zhongwu, who was standing behind, finally made up his mind and stepped forward to wave to the doctors: "We must do our best to save Mr. Han."
The doctors agreed in unison, and the soldiers lifted Han Xu up and rushed forward.
Li Minglou sat on the spot and did not stop him. Zhongwu stretched out his hand to support him and whispered: "Miss, this time Mr. Han, you arrived in time, he will not die."
Really? Li Minglou looked at Han Xu who was being carried away. Through the veil and the torches in the night, the figures intersected, suddenly bright and dark, far and now near.
...
...
Han Xu woke up two days later. In fact, he didn't wake up again. During this period, he woke up intermittently several times. So when he saw the cyan tent and simple tables and chairs, he knew that he was not in the stone house in Nishui Valley.
He also knew why and how he returned to Yingchen's residence.
When he woke up this time, he was the most awake. The pain in his body was still there, but he was not as weak as before. Just opening his eyes made him tired and unable to hold on.
His movements were also larger, which immediately attracted the attention of people in the room. There was a soft sound of footsteps, and a black figure stood over. The light was blocked and cast a shadow.
It's her again... Han Xu was a little helpless. When he woke up intermittently, this woman was always there. She must have been living with him.
"Master Han, are you awake?"
"Bring the medicine."
"How do you feel, Lord Han, today?"
Several doctors also came over, standing in the shadow cast by the woman, asking questions with concern, and began to look, hear and ask questions.
"Is he going to die?"
The woman's voice also came.
Han Xu sighed in his heart and no longer thought this woman was weird. He already knew why the woman asked such questions. When he woke up, he heard someone say something to the doctors intermittently, saying how Yizhou traveled a long distance and ended up with the death of King Zhao.
What sadness and despair she felt before her eyes. She heard that Mr. Han was in a critical situation in Yingchen, and why she was running to the rescue day and night. Mr. Han was so seriously injured that she was scared to death...
"Young Madam, I can't believe that Mr. Han can survive." The man sighed softly for the last time, "I can't believe that I can save Mr. Han."
The doctors were accustomed to comforting this woman, so Han Xu spoke first.
"Mrs. Wu." He looked at the woman shrouded in darkness, "Although I can't guarantee that I won't die in the future, this time in Nishui Valley, in Xuanwu Dao, and in the chaos, I, Han Xu, survived."
He raised his hand and saluted in front of him.
"Mrs. Wu, thank you for your help."
Not sure whether he understood or not, Li Minglou stood motionless in front of the bed and did not respond.
Han Xu looked at her. This woman was still petite and thin from the angle of lying down. His voice was a bit softer.
"Don't be sad, don't be afraid, you saved me, you did it."
Is she sad? Is she always sad? Is she scared? She has always been scared. Now, fate has not taken this person away from her. This person has survived in front of her. Li Minglou's tears fell and he knelt down on the bed.
Next, he leaned over Han Xu and cried loudly.
Facing King Zhao, the tears that had not shed even a single breath surged when he saw Han Xusheng.
Han Xu's wound hurt after being hit again, feeling helpless and confused.
He had no impression of Mrs. Wu. He didn't know when she fell in love with him, whether she was stunned at first sight or admired from a distance. She traveled across mountains and rivers day and night to fight for him in the chaotic battle between the two armies in Nishui Valley.