Hearing someone call out, Song Yanqing turned to look at her.

As Lu Qiqi walked, she asked, "The Tatars launched two attacks suddenly, with such a short interval between them. I've already used up all the Panax notoginseng powder I brought. Is it possible to find a hemostatic medicine in a short time?"

As the two drew closer, Song Yanqing turned to the person beside her and said, "An Yi, go find An Jiu and see if there's any medicine to stop the bleeding among the military supplies they brought back this time."

If not, scramble for medicine from across the city!

"Yes." An Yi accepted the order and withdrew.

As he stepped back, his gaze lingered on Song Yanqing's arm for a long while.

After An Yi left, Song Yanqing turned to Lu Qiqi and asked, "Do you have any medicine? I accidentally cut myself yesterday."

Song Yanqing injured his right arm. At first, Lu Qiqi didn't notice it, but after he pointed it out, she saw that there was a tear in the clothes on his right arm.

Lu Qiqi frowned slightly, turned her gaze from the wound to Song Yanqing's eyes, and said, "There's medicine. The medicine box is in the tent. Come with me."

After saying that, the two walked side by side toward the camp.

Lu Qiqi lifted the tent flap and let Song Yanqing into the tent.

The wounded soldier whose wound had been stitched up had been moved elsewhere, and now only the breathing of the two men remained in the tent.

Lu Qiqi pointed to a bed and asked Song Yanqing to sit down. Then she opened her medicine box, used a needle holder to hold cotton, and moistened it with water and wine to disinfect his arm.

When the cotton, soaked with wine, touched Song Yan's skin, Song Yan let out a cold hiss.

Lu Qiqi looked up, and their eyes met. She asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"

Song Yanqing swallowed hard. "No."

My mind is just a little confused.