Lu Zheng has not woken up, it is caused by the cold in his body, and after An Sheng administers the needle to him, the cold is removed, and he is not in danger of life, and he can also treat the external injury well.

The original military doctor in the Northwest Army was a good hand at dealing with external injuries, but because he couldn't pull out the cold qi in Lu Zheng's body, no matter how good the medicine was, no matter how good the technique was, he couldn't cure the hideous wound.

After An Sheng finished administering the needle, he almost lost his strength, and after eating a few ginseng pills in a row, the situation slowly improved.

Qinghui looked at An Sheng while packing up the medicine box, but finally didn't say anything.

Lu Wen spoke: "Or, I'll arrange the camp for you to rest for a while, right?" ”

He could see that An Sheng's situation was very bad.

Perhaps, to be precise, not very bad, but very bad.

He hadn't seen An Sheng's needle with his own eyes, but he also knew that she was afraid that she had consumed a lot of physical strength, and in addition to the fact that she was in a hurry for days, her face was very bad, and she was afraid that she would not be able to support it.

However, An Sheng did not immediately agree.

She took the ginseng pill, rested for a while, seemed to be better, and said, "Don't be in a hurry to rest, I have to look at his injuries first." ”

As he spoke, he moved towards Lu Zheng again.

Lu Wen knew that An Sheng was worried about Lu Zheng's safety, and he couldn't persuade him anymore, so he had to let her go.

Lu Zheng's wound was in his chest, very close to his heart, if that arrow was a little more off, he was afraid that it would hit his heart, then even if An Sheng came, it would be useless.

She could desperately save him, but she couldn't bring him back to life.

Fortunately, the arrow didn't hit the heart.

An Sheng took the small gold scissors from Qing Hui's hand, and carefully cut the muslin on Lu Zheng's chest, revealing the hideous wound inside.

Because the cold in his body does not dissipate, Lu Zheng's wound has not been able to heal, and even if the best gold sore medicine is, it is difficult to work on him, so his wound has begun to suppurate and fester.

An Sheng took a slight breath, her expression did not change much, only the slightly trembling fingertips showed the vibration in her heart.

The first to make a voice was actually Song Qi.

An Sheng didn't look back, but he could tell from the sobbing that the young man was crying.

She knew he blamed himself, but it was clear that blame wouldn't solve anything.

An Sheng ignored Song Qi and only said to Qinghui: "Give me the medicine." ”

Hearing this, Qinghui immediately handed a few bottles of medicine to An Sheng, who took it and began to deal with Lu Zheng's wounds.

Lu Zheng's wound had rotten flesh, which had to be removed, otherwise it would be even more detrimental to the healing of his wound, so An Sheng asked Lu Wen for a dagger again.

During this period, no one spoke, but Song Qi opened his mouth, probably wanting to say something, but was glared at by Lu Wen and held back.

An Sheng removed the carrion from Lu Zheng, then cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and re-bandaged, during which the movements were very fast and without pause, so that she could not doubt her professionalism, and Lu Zheng's breathing also stabilized at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Song Qi felt that this "little doctor" he couldn't trust before should have real skills, and perhaps, he could really cure the general.

Thinking of this, the nine-foot-tall young player once again had red eyes.

Since Lu Zheng was injured and fell into a coma in order to save him, he felt that he was about to shed all the tears in his life, if anyone told him that he would cry like a girl one day, he would definitely be anxious, but now he doesn't feel at all that crying is something that only women do.

The man doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place

After An Sheng finished dressing Lu Zheng's wound, he fainted like a loss of strength.

She fainted so suddenly that everyone didn't react, and when she did, she saw that she was already lying on Lu Zheng's side.

Seeing this, Song Qi didn't think about it, so he was going to pick up the "little doctor" and send him to rest.

Lu Wen was faster than him, and he hurriedly stopped him.

At this time, Qinghui had already stepped forward and stretched out her hand to diagnose An Sheng's pulse.

After diagnosing the pulse, Qinghui breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and said to Lu Wen: "It's too tired, it doesn't matter, just take a good rest." ”

When Lu Wen heard this, he was also relieved, so he heard Song Qi say again: "General Lu, why are you stopping the last general?" This little doctor is tired to save the general, you quickly let go of the last general, and let the last general send him to rest. ”

As soon as the words fell, he was slapped on the back of the head by Lu Wen, "Why do you care so much, okay, now the general is fine, what should you do in a hurry, if the general wakes up and knows that you are not doing the right thing, guard him all day long, and see that he doesn't pick your skin!" ”

This sentence was obviously very deterrent to Song Qi, and after Song Qi heard it, he didn't care about how to place An Sheng, and threw down the sentence "The last general will go and tell them the good news", and ran away.

Lu Wen looked at his happy back and shook his head a little helplessly.

Qinghui also helped An Sheng and asked Lu Wen with her eyes what to do.

Lu Wen thought about it and tentatively discussed with Qinghui, "Or, let her rest here, right?" Whoever wakes up will want to see each other first......"

This statement was agreed by Qinghui, so the two helped An Sheng to the couch and let her lie down next to Lu Zheng.

Lu Wen asked people to guard the camp tent, and explained that no one was allowed to approach the boss's camp without his permission, and then left with Qinghui.

When An Sheng woke up again, it was already dark, and candles were lit in the tent, and the faint yellow light shone on people's faces, warm.

She turned her head and saw a familiar face.

When she first woke up, she felt that there were people around her, but she was not surprised, with Lu Wen and Qinghui there, she was not worried that there would be others around her, if there was, it could only be Lu Zheng.

The light and shadow flickered, the candle flame went out, Lu Zheng's thin side face met An Sheng's eyes, he breathed steadily, still only as if he was asleep, the light of the candle flame cast a green shadow under his eyes, An Sheng watched quietly for a while, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the shadow.

……

Lu Zheng felt that he had a dream, a long dream.

In the dream, he saw that he was bloodied, and finally died under the heavy arrows of the enemy, and his soul returned to the battlefield, but his soul did not seem to disperse, he followed the army and his body back to Yejing, and saw his heartbroken mother, his sick grandmother, and even the Protectorate Mansion that gradually declined due to his death

Then, the scene in the dream changed again, he felt like he saw An Sheng, but it didn't seem to be the An Sheng he was familiar with, she was being hunted down in the dream, seeing this scene, he didn't care about thinking about An Sheng's strangeness, he just wanted to hurry up and save her, however, at this time, he woke up