Yesterday, he rescued General Xuanyuan, who was still awake, but when he returned to the barracks, he had a high fever and fell into a coma, and the fever did not subside until dawn.

"Ugh." Doctor Hu stroked his beard and looked at Xuanyuan Hong's face full of emotion, "When the old man was young, he followed General Xuanyuan on the southern expedition to the north and south, and the general's injuries were not a hundred, but dozens of them. ”

"The injury this time is not serious, but the general is an ordinary person after all."

Doctor Hu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yunxi, "The general is over half a hundred years old, and he has fallen ill on the battlefield, and now even if he is a minor injury, he does not have the recovery speed as before." ”

Hearing this, Feng Yunxi's face gradually showed a sad face, Lao Ji Fu Fu is determined to be thousands of miles, but the years will not let anyone go after all.

"This palace will play the Ming Emperor's brother, let General Xuanyuan take care of his injuries." Feng Yunxi said.

General Xuanyuan has worked hard for Dongchen for most of his life, and he has been in the army for half his life, if it weren't for the tightness of this war, General Xuanyuan would not have been in command again.

Shui Yunche sent the military doctor away, and only Feng Yunxi and Mu Yichen were left in the account.

Mu Yichen looked at the wound medicine left on the table, and gently touched Feng Yunxi's uninjured arm, "Go over and sit." ”

"Huh?" Feng Yunxi followed Mu Yichen's gaze and saw the medicine box, so he naturally understood what he meant.

"Didn't you bandage it last night, no need." Feng Yunxi stood still.

"Do you want me to carry you over?" Mu Yichen raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hands forward, and it seemed that he really wanted to do it.

"No, the leg is fine." Feng Yunxi shook his legs, looked at Mu Yichen with some helplessness, and then walked over.

Those wound medicines were left by Mu Yichen after the military doctor treated General Xuanyuan's wounds, and she thought it was to facilitate the change of medicine for General Xuanyuan.

"There's really no need to change dressings." Feng Yunxi sat on a stool, he had only treated his wound when he returned to the barracks last night, and it had only been a few hours.

"I'm measured." Mu Yichen said as he rolled up Feng Yunxi's sleeves.

The injury was not serious, after being bandaged, Feng Yunxi only felt that his arm was occasionally itchy and painful, and he didn't feel anything else.

Mu Yichen carefully uncovered the wound on Feng Yunxi's shoulder, and the more he untied it, the softer his movements became.

It was as if her injury was on her heart, if she was not careful, Feng Yunxi would die.

Seeing Mu Yichen's nervous appearance, Feng Yunxi didn't say anything, just quietly watched him remove the gauze.

The last loop of gauze was followed, revealing the wound from the whip.

"How so!" Feng Yunxi looked at the wound on his arm and gasped.

Normally, her wound should be in a healing state by now, and the wound should be fresh.

But the wound she saw now was covered with a layer of gray-green fine particles on the surface, and it didn't look like much, but it was already a lot to give birth to so many in one night.

"Don't move." When Mu Yichen saw Feng Yunxi's wound, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, and he picked up a piece of clean gauze on the side and gently handled the fine particles on it.

"What's going on?" Feng Yunxi asked Mu Yichen if Xiao Moran's whip was poisoned, but if it was poison, she should have other reactions.

"I don't know, I just know, but all Bai Yalan's subordinates, their weapons will carry a cold aura, if they are injured by those weapons, the wounds are generally difficult to heal, and particles like you will appear."