At noon, the wind and snow were a little lighter, and a small soldier sat on the outskirts of the forest, with a little wound on his thigh, faintly showing some red marks from under his trouser legs, but it was too cold to be numb from the cold, and it was impossible to tell whether it was pain or itching.

He leaned against the trunk of a tree with a knife in his arms, looking around as if he were letting off steam.

Suddenly, I saw a young man wearing a light-colored cloak riding a horse from behind the snowstorm, and somehow, I always felt that the young man was like a soft white moonlight, gentle and quiet, which made people feel very relieved.

He perked up, straightened up, grabbed his knife and waved his hands at the young man, calling out loudly.

"Little boy! Little boy! This, we are here!"

If your leg hadn't hurt, you'd probably already be jumping.

Hearing his call, the young man smiled and came in response.

The border patrol line stretched for a long time, and although the group of soldiers who needed rescue could not get out smoothly when they were blocked, but fortunately they were not completely blocked, and they hurried to the place of the incident with a team of soldiers, and it took a while to find traces of human activity near a dead forest.

I searched for it, and sure enough, I found it.

When he arrived, Zhu An dismounted, took two steps towards the little soldier, and Wen Yan asked, "Why don't you rest well if you have an injured leg?"

didn't ask how the situation was as soon as he came up, but first came to care about his injury, and the little soldier couldn't help but be a little moved.

As the saying goes, officials crush people to death. Although General Wan has said that Zhu'an and Weaving Dream have special identities and are equivalent to the level of generals, soldiers in the army should abide by this law, it is true that small soldiers like them naturally have to be polite when they see generals.

However, he really couldn't see Zhu'an as a general with a different status from them, he only felt close to his heart, and the dream weaver girl was the same.

The little soldier hurriedly replied, with some shyness, "Return, back to the little boy, suddenly attacked by the Huns, everyone was a little injured, and retreated in this forest." I, I'm just a little skin injury, it's not in the way, so I'll come out and guard it!"

Zhu'an bent down and reached out to carefully examine the wound on his thigh, which did not hurt the vital point.

Seeing his actions, the little soldier became more and more moved, and immediately almost knelt down and swore that he would be loyal to the country.

"It's hard work, let's take care of the wound first. ”

Zhu'an turned around and beckoned, and the fifth ran up from behind, "Little boy." ”

"Fifth Master Lao took everyone to help the brothers deal with their injuries, if there is a serious injury, call me, I will first find the general who leads the team to understand the situation, and if we finish dealing with it earlier, we can go back early." ”

"Don't worry, Childe, leave such trivial matters to us!" The fifth child responded boldly, turned his head and exchanged a few words with the soldiers who came with Zhu'an, and the soldiers immediately scattered and ran away into the forest.

They were often called to help in the wounded soldiers' station, and they were already handy at dealing with simple skin injuries.

The little soldier who let out the wind grabbed the knife in his hand, felt that the wound was not painful at all, and leaned to Zhu'an's side.

"Childe, I'll take you there! I know where the general is!"

Zhu'an stretched out his hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's okay, this forest is not big, I'll just go in and find it, you deal with the wound first." ”

Lao Wu stretched out his hand and grabbed him, "Sit down, you!

The little soldier struggled and watched as he entered the forest, "Ahhh

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Zhu'an walked into the woods, helping to see some of the soldiers' wounds along the way, and patiently replied to the soldiers who greeted him.

As soon as he came, the trapped soldiers felt inexplicably relieved.

Walking and stopping in the middle of the forest, he saw a person sitting behind a big tree, revealing a little silver shoulder armor, lined with snow, getting colder and colder, it should be the general who led the team this time.

Zhu'an walked over slowly, and the man turned his head as if he heard the movement.

The red bundle on his forehead was stained with a little gray, and his face was rarely a little tired.

It turned out to be Wan Zhaohe.

The little soldier sent by Wan Bang didn't mention it much, and Zhu An didn't know about it in advance, and besides, he knew that it was Wan Zhaohe, and what should be done was bound to be done, not for her alone.

After all, how can a doctor pick a patient.

It's just that he hasn't seen Wan Zhaohe since he was injured last time, in addition to the reason for being demoted, Wan Zhaohe seems to have restrained her temperament a little, and there has been no news for a long time that she has lost her temper and ran out.

Zhu'an glanced at her, Wan Zhaohe was also stunned, and stood up slowly holding on to the tree, her Luomei gun in her hand, with a little mottled bloodstains.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Zhu'an stopped and gestured with his chin, "General Wan asked me to help." ”

It's still the same, polite and detached.

"Oh......" Wan Zhaohe pursed his lips, feeling a little dry in his throat.

She looked at Zhu'an, a wide cloak covered most of her body, she couldn't see anything, there was a sentence about her body, rolled on the tip of her tongue, and still didn't say anything.

It's all bumped, and it's a bit hypocritical to dodge it again.

Seeing that there was blood on the barrel of her gun, it seemed that her arm was injured, and her attitude did not change in the slightest, so she asked politely, "Injured?"

Wan Zhaohe's fingers tightened, and he flatly denied it, "No...... No. ”

Zhu'an sighed helplessly, "I'm just a doctor, and this trip is just to help, if General Xiaowan thinks I'm an eyesore, I'll ask Lao Wu to help you take a look, you don't have to hold on." ”

Wan Zhaohe was silent for a long time, and finally let go of the spear in his hand, took it with his left hand and put it back into the pouch, and the blood in his palm rolled down into the snow, like a plum branch.

When she led her soldiers to patrol, she suddenly encountered the attack of the Huns, the number of people was very different, she fought for a long time to protect the soldiers of the soldiers, although they were all slightly or seriously injured, fortunately there were no casualties.

The whole right arm was so numb that he was almost unconscious, and he relied on willpower to hold on to Luomei and didn't let go, for fear that when the enemy came, he wouldn't be able to pick up the gun.

"Well, a little hurt. ”

"Help you see?"

“...... Well, thank you. ”

After all, Wan Zhaohe is the general who leads the team, and if he wants to solve the current problem and help rescue them, he still has to communicate with her, and it is really unreasonable to go over the general to ask the soldiers under the general.

"It's okay, it's the duty. ”

Zhu'an stepped forward, gently grabbed her right arm through her sleeve, and examined it carefully.

Her arms had just been clenched so tightly that she couldn't get the blood out, and now when she relaxed, the blood began to flow again.

It was about excessive blood loss and total numbness in his arms, Wan Zhaohe didn't feel pain, just raised his eyes to look at Zhu'an, who was close at hand, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, his eyes seemed to be sprinkled with a pool of slightly drunk wine, and his focused expression was gratuitously gentle.

"The loss is serious, and if you continue to use the gun, I am afraid that the tendons and veins of my right arm will be torn. ”

Wan Zhaohe concealed his embarrassment, turned his head away in embarrassment, and snorted coldly pretending to be disdainful.

"Hmph, Miss Ben doesn't use a gun, what do you take to guard this group of garbage. ”

“......”

It's still strange that Wan Zhaohe seems to be quite cooperative today, but it seems that he is only willing to cooperate so much because he is injured.

For such a sentence full of Wan Zhaohe's style, Zhu An didn't know what to reply, so he could only pretend not to hear it and change the topic, "I don't have much medicine at hand, I'll give you two injections to stop the bleeding first, otherwise I won't be able to stand up until I get a gun." ”

"Hmph, I know it's better to hurry. ”

Zhu'an shook his head helplessly, took out the silver needle he had brought with him, put the cloth bag on his left arm, reached out and took a needle out, and put a cushion on his left hand, skillfully piercing it into the acupuncture point of Wan Zhaohe's arm.

With that stitch, the blood that flowed out slowly decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He had pricked the needle countless times, and his hand was almost painless and insensible, but Wan Zhaohe's face suddenly changed.

"You ......"

Wan Zhaohe's eyes widened, his expression was complicated, and even a little incredulous.

Zhu An was a little puzzled, frowned lightly and asked, "Huh, do you feel pain?"

Wan Zhaohe was speechless, and his heart was simply turbulent.

Before pricking the needle, the silver needle will be gently padded to the back of the thumb of the left hand, this action is ...... It was exactly the same as the habitual movements of the deceased Mrs. Forgetful Sorrow when she applied the needle, which she had seen with her own eyes.

However, over the years, no one in the military physician has done this again, and there are already slender marks on the back of Zhu'an's fingers that he has long been used to, and he is obviously used to such an action before every needle.

How can there be such a coincidence in this world, it is impossible for this young man in front of him to develop this habit for no reason!

Chase, he ...... Who the hell is he?