My lord, wake up

Zhao Lianji also just finished treating a wounded person, he raised his head and said to everyone, "Don't underestimate this young master, his medical skills are even worse than this old man's."

"Senior praised you." Chen Zimu recalled his original purpose of studying medicine, and a sense of anxiety slowly rose in his heart, "Zimu is not good at dealing with trauma, if there is something wrong, I hope senior will forgive me."

Everyone was skeptical about Zhao Lianji's words at first, until Chen Zimu scraped off the carrion on a soldier's shoulder with a knife without blinking, applied medicine, sutured, and bandaged it all in one go, which was even better than those two young military doctors. , others had no choice but to face up to this uninvited guest.

Chen Zimu's usual rest time had passed. He resisted the rising sleepiness and concentrated on treating the wounded. After some time passed, there was the sound of cloth armor rubbing behind him, followed by the slightly nervous voices of the soldiers: "Wei General."

Wei Yan had come to inspect the wounded in the afternoon, and at this time he went to the medical tent again. The soldiers felt a little uneasy when they saw it, and they were confused when they saw Wei Yan walking towards the young man who was diagnosing and treating the wounded.

"I didn't see you when I returned to the camp. I heard from the patrolling guard that you came to the medical tent."

"Yeah." Chen Zimu didn't turn his head, he focused on treating the wound in front of him, and then said, "I'm afraid Zimu is the only idler in this huge camp, I know a little about medicine, so I came here to do my part. "

Zhao Lianji stroked his long beard: "Young master Chen has helped his subordinates a lot. It's getting late, and the emergency wounded here have all been diagnosed and treated. Leave the rest to us. The general will take you back to rest earlier."

Chen Zimu didn't refuse, and stood up with Wei Yan's outstretched hand: "Senior, if you come to Zimu's place in the future, you can send someone to pass it on."

Zhao Lianji nodded, looking at him with a little more appreciation in his eyes.

In the past, the soldiers in the army had only heard about a man rescued by the general from Changyu City, and now they connected that man with the strange doctor just now. After the two left, some people couldn't help but curiously ask Zhao Lianji about Chen Zimu's origin .

"The general knows people with his eyes. Mr. Chen's medical skills are not ordinary. At this time, the battle is ahead, and it is best for him to stay in the army and help me."

When Zhao Lianji saw it, he dispelled everyone's doubts after a few words.

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On the other side, Wei Yan and Chen Zimu, who had just left the medical account, ran into Li Tu, the deputy general who had just finished his work. Li Tu first greeted Wei Yan, and then moved his eyes to Chen Zimu, looking at him from top to bottom. After sizing it up carefully, he narrowed his eyes and said, "This brother looks like a stranger?"

Li Tu's father was a general under Wei Lin's command back then, and the two almost grew up together. Compared with superiors and subordinates, their relationship is more like close brothers. Naturally, Li Tu would not know the people Wei Yan brought back. , At this time, asking such a question is already somewhat hostile.

Wei Yan frowned: "Ah Tu, this is Chen Zimu, Zimu is proficient in medical skills, and he just helped Uncle Zhao treat the wounded."

After speaking, he said to Chen Zimu: "This is the deputy general of the Zhenbei Army, General Li Tuli."

After listening to Wei Yan's simple introduction, Li Tu opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, Wei Yan waved his hand and interrupted: "You have to escort the wounded back to Changyu City tomorrow, go back and rest earlier."

"Yes." Although Li Tu had something to say, but due to Chen Zimu's presence, he swallowed it after weighing it, and left with fists in his hands.

Back in the camp, just as Chen Zimu took out the needle bag, Wei Yan stepped forward and pressed his hand, "It's too late today, let's forget it first."

Chen Zimu didn't speak, he held Wei Yan's wrist with his backhand, his fingertips moved slightly, but his brows became more and more wrinkled, "Did the general soak in cold water?"

......

Wei Yan withdrew his hand, rubbed his clothes twice in embarrassment, looked around and said, "It's late...it's getting late, your body hasn't fully recovered yet, don't push yourself, go to bed early. "

Chen Zimu looked at the man in front of him coolly. After a long time, he curled his lips and showed a sarcasm smile: "It seems that the general doesn't really want to cure his leg disease, but Zimu is busy."

After speaking, he lowered his head and slowly rolled back the opened needle bag.

When he started to use acupuncture to treat leg diseases, Chen Zimu explained to Wei Yan the precautions. It is not easy to heal this old injury. During the period, damp and cold weather is the most avoidable, and rainy weather is unavoidable. If he does not pay more attention, it will only aggravate the condition .

Wei Yan was in a mess when he took a shower in the afternoon, and he didn't have time to think too much. Just now when Chen Zimu mentioned it, he just remembered it, and immediately walked around to the other party and said sincerely: "I'm sorry."

"The general was joking. Your body is your own business. How can you say 'I'm sorry' to an outsider like me."

"The situation is special..." Wei Yan paused, and finally chose to be honest in his heart, "People have seven emotions and six desires. The soldiers who greeted me yesterday fell in front of me today. I can't be indifferent. Zimu, I'm not as strong as everyone thinks, I need some stimulation to calm myself down."

Chen Zimu's eyes fell on Wei Yan's clenched fist, as if at this moment, the man in front of him suddenly came to life, and he was no longer just the majestic General Zhenbei.

He is full of flesh and blood, emphasizing love and righteousness, but he has to swallow all his emotions into pieces, and shoulder the responsibilities entrusted to him by the country.

For a while, no one in the tent spoke again. After an unknown period of time, Chen Zimu raised his head: "Then are you calm now?"

"Ah."

Chen Zimu then said in his slightly lazy voice: "I remember what the general once said, 'If Cangchuan offends Ran Ying by an inch, he must step on your corpse', so even if it is for Ran Ying behind you , please take care of your body."

Various emotions surged in Wei Yan's heart for a while, he looked deeply at Chen Zimu for a while, and finally recovered his voice and replied: "Okay."

"This acupuncture needs to be done every day without interruption. General, go to bed and lie down."

"You..." Wei Yan felt sorry for Chen Zimu's sleepy appearance, but he was afraid that he would offend him by refusing, so he finally said nothing and took off his clothes cooperatively.

Wei Yan hadn't had a good rest for two days. Chen Zimu took the silver needle and didn't start to treat the leg disease directly. Instead, he pierced a few Anshen acupoints first, and he pulled out the needle to start the treatment after the person fell asleep.

This delay was even later, Chen Zimu yawned, lit incense and sat quietly by the bed, his left hand couldn't help reaching for the pendant hanging from his neck, and for the first time in many years, he had the urge to open the mechanism.

But he knew very well in his heart that the time had not come.

The situation in the DPRK and China is not clear. Although the war broke out, there is no evidence of Chen Si's internal and external collusion. It is not known whether there are rebels in the army. May have lost his life.

Being in the emperor's house, it seems that the scenery is infinite, but how many things can really be done according to one's heart.

"Wei Yan..." Chen Zimu called softly, his voice so low that it was barely audible, he raised his hand to caress the man's handsome eyebrows.

It's ridiculous to say that since we met, he always fell asleep first. This is the first time he has had the opportunity to look at Wei Yan's sleeping face so closely. When Wei Yan fell asleep, he seemed to be as rigorous as usual. Perhaps it was because of the previous war, even this time While sleeping, there were still faint wrinkles between the brows.

This battle lasted for too long, Chen Zimu turned over Wei Yan's palm beside him, and he saw that the callus that had grown from holding the sword for a long time was worn out again, and it was slightly festered due to long-term neglect.

He took the silver needle and carefully debrided the wound, took out the medicine powder he brought, applied it on the other side, and made a simple bandage, and the stick of incense finally burned to the end before he couldn't bear to close his eyes.

Chen Zimu breathed a sigh of relief, quickly pulled out the needle and lay down next to Wei Yan, and fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow, but he would not know that after he fell asleep, his body almost immediately turned to Wei Yan. Get close, and Wei Yan, who has long been used to it, stretches out his hand and takes him into his arms......

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Wei Yan had a good night's sleep, and when he woke up the next day, the haze of yesterday was swept away.

Since ancient times, benevolence does not lead troops, and righteousness does not go well with Jia. As a general, the more he is at this time, the more he cannot tolerate any weakness.The war is doomed to be inevitable, and there are more things waiting for him to do than to immerse himself in yesterday's casualties.

Noticing the white gauze wrapped around his palm, Wei Yan didn't leave immediately after putting on his battle armor, but turned around and walked to the bedside.

He used to be particularly ashamed of such behavior, but at this moment he couldn't control himself, he bent down and gently kissed Chen Zimu's forehead.

Ever since the calm person got angry for him last night, he has always wanted to do this, and was afraid of scaring the other party. Since when did he become so wretched and timid...

In the sleeping tent covered with morning light, a man in a solemn armor squatted down and stared intently at the person on the bed. This picture is not sentimental|sexy, but it is a little more cautious and tender.

"General." Li Tu's voice sounded from outside the tent.

Then Wei Yan stood up slowly, got off the bed, tidied up his appearance, opened the curtain and went out: "Are you ready to go?"

"Let them rest for a while, and leave after Chen Shi."

There is still a long time before Chen Shi, Wei Yan raised his eyebrows: "Then what are you doing here now?"

Li Tu glanced at the tent behind Wei Yan, "I want to talk to you."

Li Tu is a straightforward person, his thoughts are written on his face, and he knows what he wants to say without talking about Wei Yan. If someone else asks this kind of thing, he just ignores it. No one can do it, even if he is not a good general.

But Li Tu was the first one to come here because of this matter, Wei Yan sighed: "Let's go to the main tent to chat."

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The general is secretly coveting our lord~