The Dazi were chasing with increasing pleasure.
One Dazi slashed the exhausted General’s face with a knife, and the once handso face was imdiately covered with a horrible scar that ran across the entire face.
Blood quickly sared his face.
The Dazi’s eyes were full of satisfaction.
"Sick man, go die."
After saying this, the large knife swung towards the General.
The General’s eyes were filled with ferocity, and he raised his sword to block fiercely, engaging in a bloody fight with the Dazi subleader.
At this mont, a soldier also rushed in, making it two against one.
The subleader was killed, and the General, injured, was left without strength.
Seeing the Dazi encircling everyone, a soldier gritted his teeth, used his sword to stab the General’s horse rump, and cried out tearfully.
"Third Prince, this is the last thing I will do for you."
After saying this, he charged at the Dazi, leaving the hope of survival to the Third Prince, Yan Hengyin.
Yan Hengyin was already half-unconscious and clung to the horse’s back as it carried him away from the battlefield.
He didn’t know where he was going or where he had gone; he only knew he had to survive.
He could not die a failure on this battlefield.
Otherwise, what awaited him were political traps from his rivals and rciless ridicule from historians in the history books.
Suddenly, his horse collided with sothing, seeming to have reached a hillside, as the sound of many voices rose around.
His horse was also killed, and he fell completely to the ground, silent and still.
No one dared to look at this person.
Although he wore Dayan armor, his appearance was truly terrifying.
His face had no good flesh left, and it was unclear if he was still alive.
As for that horse, it was taken ho by the hack who killed it.
So much at, all for him alone.
The horse was already extrely tired and severely injured, so it was picked up cheaply.
As for Yan Hengyin, no one paid him any mind.
He lay silently on the ground.
Pei Shu’er was routinely patrolling her good fields and weeding when she saw a man lying in her field.
He had ruined several large cabbage plants in her field.
Pei Shu’er didn’t look happy, and when she ca closer, she discovered this man was seriously injured and barely alive, almost dying.
She squatted down and looked at the man.
Yes, a blurred mass of blood and flesh.
This was not surprising; this place was the frontier, and seeing severely wounded people was not unusual.
What was strange was that when she, initially feeling a bit dizzy, approached this man, her head imdiately cleared up.
It made her realize that this man was an important character in the story.
According to the original story, the only one leading troops on the frontier with a plotline was Lu Qing’s brother, the frontier vanguard, Lu Yuan.
She looked again at the armor embroidered with the words "Lu Yuan," and her assumption was confird.
Lu Yuan was truly a hero. He had contributed to many victories against the odds, and Pei Shu’er admired him greatly.
Moreover, she wasn’t a stubborn doctor with many rules; she would treat those whom she found agreeable.
With this in mind, Pei Shu’er instructed Zhang Chao and Ma He.
"Have Yinxing bring a stretcher, and you two carry this man to the infirmary. Be careful while moving him to avoid causing further injury."
Such severe wounds certainly needed stitching, and she needed to check for any remaining hidden weapons in his body.
"Lu Yuan" was carried into the infirmary, and Pei Shu’er had Yinxing stay to assist while the others left.
When Tang Zan arrived, he saw everyone gathered at the infirmary door and looked at Zhang Chao.
"Where’s the Heir’s wife?"
Zhang Chao replied, "Doing surgery inside; that person is severely injured."
Tang Zan pursed his thin lips and cast a cold glance towards the infirmary before turning to leave.
Every ti, the people Pei Shu’er brought, she would treat them and keep her eyes on them, taking care of them.
Once they were healed, if suitable, Pei Shu’er would even keep them as subordinates.
Then, her already scarce attention would be divided among them.
He certainly wasn’t jealous.
How could he be jealous?
He was just annoyed.
Why?
Why play the Bodhisattva?
Pei Shu’er naturally did not know Tang Zan had co; as she treated this person, she only beca increasingly aware of his strong vitality.
His body was riddled with dark arrows, and each removal would drag out a mass of flesh, these were truly malicious hidden weapons.
Moreover, he was poisoned, a type she had never encountered before.
Fortunately, it wasn’t acute; she could treat the external wounds first, then deal with the poison.
This one surgery took Pei Shu’er a full three hours, as there were so many areas on this person that needed stitching.
Especially his disfigured face, she almost didn’t know where to start sewing.
There were wounds everywhere.
Sadly, she wasn’t a plastic surgeon; otherwise, she would have liked to give him a new face.
But stitching was necessary, and such wounds were not beyond recovery.
It just required a longer recovery ti and needed her homade scar cream.
Even in the modern world, it was renowned worldwide, many noble ladies and heiresses could hardly get it.
Now, it was a boon for Lu Yuan.
After Pei Shu’er stitched up the wounds, three hours had already passed.
Though not her longest surgery, given her current dical skills, being able to operate for so long proved how tricky this person’s injuries were.
At this mont, Tang Zan knocked on the operating room door.
"Ti to eat."
Pei Shu’er stretched lazily, and Yinxing perceptively ca to massage her shoulders. It took five minutes before she felt much better.
At this ti, the operating room door was pushed open, and Pei Shu’er saw Tang Zan’s frost-like face.
His eyes were dark and heavy.
"Pei Shu’er, do you just want to devote yourself to these patients?"
He truly didn’t want to control Pei Shu’er.
Getting involved with Pei Shu’er made him beco obsessive, gloomy, and possessive.
This wasn’t the version of himself he wanted to be.
These were all unspeakable, embarrassing emotions.
He didn’t want her touching others, nor did he want others touching her.
But it was impossible; she was a healer.
This was the career she wished to pursue.
He tried to convince himself, yet he couldn’t help his emotions.
Laughable that he once prided himself on controlling his emotions.
Facing Pei Shu’er, the woman in front of him, his pride was so easily shattered.
Pei Shu’er had no idea why Tang Zan was angry; she was also very tired and wasn’t in the mood to deal with him.
Reaching the door, she found Granny Zhang standing there with a tray of food, and upon seeing her, said quickly, "Co eat, girl, the Princely Heir instructed us to bring this for you."
Pei Shu’er raised an eyebrow; it seed Tang Zan wasn’t too bad, even showing care for others.
Following her out, Tang Zan gave a cold snort and said sarcastically, "I assu she wants to eat with the patient."
When the big villain was in a bad mood, Pei Shu’er just needed to stay quiet.
The food was obviously reheated, still steaming, and initially, Pei Shu’er didn’t taste a difference, but as she continued to eat, she suddenly noticed sothing off about the flavor.
Soon, Pei Shu’er looked over at Tang Zan, sternly seated beside her.
She realized why she felt sothing was off.
Because she had eaten this kind of al once before.
The one who cooked didn’t like adding chili and used less salt.
However, they were very attentive, particularly with cooking tis.
So the food still retained its natural sweetness.
Moreover, every dish had a touch of wild ginger carefully sliced because of the cook’s excellent knife skills.
Pei Shu’er smiled and leaned closer to Tang Zan, their noses nearly touching.
Though in an extrely intimate posture, Pei Shu’er’s eyes were filled with mischief.
Like a little fox.
"The Princely Heir is afraid I’ll starve and cooked for himself. How can I let the Princely Heir down?"
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