Lou Xi asked, "Do you have any good suggestions?"
"I know a junior student who previously won a programming competition. Do you need to recomnd him to you?"
"That sounds good. You can introduce us another day," Feng Qingyi said.
Shen Hanyue took out her phone, "I'll send you his WeChat contact. You can add him."
Seeing that they had found soone, Lou Xi picked up the flyers, "I need to go distribute these to each departnt. I'll head out first."
After Lou Xi left, Shen Hanyue said, "This painting and modeling competition doesn't conflict, and the painting one is a national competition. I heard that the winning works will be published in 'Spring Harmony' magazine."
"Are you sure it's 'Spring Harmony'?" Feng Qingyi suddenly beca interested.
The 'Spring Harmony' magazine published works by famous artists in every issue, considered a trendsetter in the art world. Being featured in this magazine was already a recognition of one's ability.
Shen Hanyue nodded very seriously, "I saw it clearly. It's the 'Spring Harmony' that you buy every issue. However, only gold award-winning works can be published in the magazine, so you need to work hard!"
"Thank you, Yue Yue. I'll sign up for it."
Painting had always been sothing she loved, and now that she was almost finished with her advanced painting course, this competition would be a good opportunity to test her skills.
After chatting with Shen Hanyue about the competition, they each went about their own business.
Since Xuanyuan Yan left, Qin Yuchuan had beco busy again. The most direct manifestation was that he started replying to her ssages late at night again.
Feng Qingyi had gotten used to this. She no longer asked for his opinion on everything like she used to when sending ssages.
He was already exhausted from leading the army and fighting every day. She didn't want him to spend too much energy on her.
She was actually quite a willful person, but when it ca to him, she was willing to put herself in his shoes and understand his situation, not wanting to trouble him.
...
Nanwu City, this city captured by the Tianqi army, was now silent.
The people who originally lived in this city had long since migrated south to avoid the war. Now it was nothing more than an empty city.
The Southern Army had retreated only fifteen kiloters from here. A great battle was imminent.
In the main tent of Tianqi, everyone wore solemn expressions as they discussed strategies for the coming conflict.
In the frontier night, the wind whipped up yellow sand everywhere, and the soldiers changing shifts were covered in grit.
Yan Chi returned to the tent and looked worriedly at Yan Yang, who was lying in bed.
These n were usually in robust health and rarely fell ill. Occasional injuries were unavoidable in their line of work, but they hardly affected them.
This ti, it was supposed to be a simple cold according to the dical officer, but unexpectedly, it had beco this serious.
If Yan Chi didn't know Yan Yang's character, he would have thought he was faking illness.
"Did you take the dicine the doctor prescribed?"
Yan Yang sat up, "I've already taken it."
"How do you feel now?" Yan Chi asked, very concerned.
Yan Yang rubbed his head, "I still feel a bit dizzy, but otherwise I'm fine."
"Alright, you should rest well today. Don't push yourself," Yan Chi said, unusually patient.
Yan Yang lay back down, "Thank you."
They had thought it was just a simple cold that would improve with so dicine and a couple days of rest, but for so reason, Yan Yang's condition was getting worse.
The dical officer was at a loss, so Yan Chi had no choice but to seek out Qin Yuchuan.
"When did he get like this?" Qin Yuchuan ca specially to Yan Yang's tent.
Yan Chi replied, "He fell ill three days ago. He took the dicine prescribed by the dical officer and got a bit better, but then it got worse."
"What did the dical officer say?" Qin Yuchuan asked.
Yan Chi: "The dical officer only said it was caused by a cold and told him to rest for two more days to see how it goes. However, he seems particularly unwell today."
Qin Yuchuan looked at Yan Yang lying on the bed, feeling worried.
The two of them had been with him for fifteen years. Although they were his personal guards, he had long regarded them as brothers.
"Are there any symptoms?"
Yan Chi: "He says he feels weak all over, dizzy, and has a fever."
"Let the dical officer take good care of him for now. I'll think of sothing."
Qin Yuchuan's simple words dispelled so of Yan Chi's worries.
Back in his tent, Qin Yuchuan suddenly thought of Feng Qingyi. Perhaps he could seek her help.
[Yuchuan: Qingqing, what did you say was needed to bring soone to see a doctor?]
[Qingyi: Are you sick?]
[Yuchuan: No, I'm just asking.]
[Qingyi: You need an ID card to register. But you don't seem to have an ID card. If you're going to co here often in the future, you should get one. It's inconvenient to do anything without it.]
[Yuchuan: Can you help buy so dicine for treating typhoid fever?]
[Qingyi: Are you sure you're not sick?]
It seed very unusual for him to suddenly bring up these matters.
Typhoid fever was just a cold. It wasn't a serious illness.
[Yuchuan: It's not . It's Yan Yang. He caught a cold and has been sick for several days. I thought maybe the dicine from your side might help.]
[Qingyi: Yan Yang? He's sick!]
[Qingyi: Quick, tell his symptoms. I'll help buy dicine for him.]
[Yuchuan: Weakness all over, dizziness, and fever.]
[Qingyi: Are you sure it's just a cold?]
[Yuchuan: Yes.]
[Qingyi: Alright, wait a mont. I'll go buy the dicine right away.]
[Yuchuan: It's late. You can go tomorrow.]
[Qingyi: I'm going now. I'll buy it and have him take so later. He might feel better by tomorrow.]
[Qingyi: A cold is really uncomfortable. He must have been feeling weak these past few days.]
[Yuchuan: Be careful on the way.]
[Qingyi: Don't worry, the pharmacy isn't far. Besides, the streets are well-lit at night and there are people everywhere. No need to worry about .]
[Yuchuan: Okay, I'll wait for you to return.]
Feng Qingyi had been preparing for bed when she received Qin Yuchuan's ssage. She changed her clothes and went out to buy dicine.
By the ti she returned with the dicine, it was almost eleven o'clock.
Feng Qingyi transmitted the dicine she bought to Qin Yuchuan. Just as she lay down, she received a video call from him.
"Why did you buy so much?"
Feng Qingyi leaned against her pillow, "Besides the cold dicine for Yan Yang, there are also so cold prevention dicines. Those are for you."
"Rember to take them. I've written instructions on a note. There are too many people in your military camp, and I really can't do much more."
"Nowadays, you need to register when buying dicine at the pharmacy. If you buy in large quantities, you might attract special attention."
"Qingyi, thank you," Qin Yuchuan's voice was slightly hoarse, his handso face visibly weary.
Feng Qingyi shook her head. "You don't need to thank . I'm just worried about you. You're always telling to take good care of myself, but you need to take care of yourself too."
"Qingyi, I'm so grateful to have you."
So people, just by existing, without needing many words, can make him feel at peace.
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