Zhao Ziyang returned from a serious injury, Ji Ziyi's eyes were red, and after planning overnight, he quickly attacked, and the northern Xinjiang was anxious because of the loss of grain and grass, and he didn't expect the Zhendong Army to attack so fast, and he fell behind for a while.

Zhao Ziyang, who was unconscious, was carried to the Qicheng Wounded Barracks, and Mu Qingli received an urgent report and hurried there.

"General Mu, you are finally here, General Zhao is unconscious, the situation is not optimistic, he has been chanting your name, and his subordinates have privately notified you to come." Zhao Ziyang's personal soldiers hurriedly ushered in Mu Qingli.

"How's Ziyang doing?"

Mu Qingli's face was heavy, and she opened the curtain and entered the medical tent.

The medical tents in Fangcheng were already overcrowded, and the wounded soldiers were constantly being brought back from the front line, and the number of military doctors and nurses was far from meeting the demand, and the medical tents were extremely busy.

Mu Qingli quickly found Zhao Ziyang under the leadership of his own soldiers, Zhao Ziyang's situation can be said to be hanging by a thread, a deep and visible knife wound, hideously penetrating the entire chest, and several arrows in the back, although all the wounds have been treated, but Zhao Ziyang is still unconscious.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang, who was pale and had little vitality, Mu Qingli felt a pain in his heart, and preliminarily judged that Zhao Ziyang's internal organs were injured.

She asked the worried soldier on the side, "What does the military doctor say?" ”

The soldier choked up and opened his mouth: "The military doctor said that the general's injuries are too serious, if he can't survive tomorrow night, then ...... Just ......" can no longer be said.

Mu Qingli panicked for a while, no! This big boy with the warmest smile, how could it be like this.

"What about Su Qi? What about Mu Lao? Where are they? Call them here, call them immediately, they will definitely be able to save Ziyang. ”

"Ah...... Ah Qing ......"

A low murmur came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth, Mu Qingli hurriedly grabbed Zhao Ziyang's hand and said hurriedly: "Ziyang, I'm here, I'm here." ”

"Wait...... Wait until I get back......"

"I'm here, you just wake up and you'll be able to see me!"

Zhao Ziyang didn't seem to hear Mu Qingli's words, but his eyes were still closed.

"It's useless, the general is unconscious, he can't hear others talking to him at all, the military doctor said, if he can't wake up tomorrow night, he will ...... He was not saved. ”

Still calling her in a coma.

Mu Qingli's eyes were red, and a sourness instantly filled her chest, she stroked Zhao Ziyang's emaciated face, and scolded softly: "Fool ......"

No wonder Zhao Ziyang always doesn't deal with Beichen, always sticks to her, and always thinks about her everywhere, it turns out that everything is because he has affection for her, it's ridiculous that she has grown so many years old, and she can't even see this.

Mu Qingli desperately asked Goldfinger, how could he save Zhao Ziyang, and the replies he got were all to wake him up, if he didn't wake up, Hua Tuo would be reincarnated, and he would not be able to return to the sky.

Mu Qingli sat on the ground, held Zhao Ziyang's hand tightly, and whispered in his ear: "Zhao Ziyang, you are even in a coma thinking about Ah Qing, and now that Ah Qing is by your side, why are you not awake." ”

Zhao Ziyang's eyes were closed, and his chapped lips were still moving unconsciously, "A-Qing...... Waiting for me ......"

The throat was itchy, and it seemed that he was about to choke out: "Fool, how can that A-Qing be treated so deeply and righteously by you......"

The soldiers left silently at some point, he thought, if even Mu Qingli couldn't wake up Zhao Ziyang in this world, then there was really no one who could save him.

As Zhao Ziyang's personal soldier, in fact, everyone knows that Zhao Ziyang's pleasing to Mu Qingli is just tacitly and without making it clear, after all, it takes great courage to admit that it is a broken sleeve.