"He should also bring needles and thread, as well as hemostatic powder and the like."

As she spoke, she looked at Meng Zhengxi with anticipation.

"General, please come, I will definitely hold on."

Ning Qing's words had already made Meng Zhengxi's scalp tingle, but he still quietly asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Why should military doctors carry needles and thread?"

Ning Qing: "Of course, it's stitching!"

Meng Zhengxi glanced at Ning Qing in a certain direction with suspicion.

He wasn't talking about...the stitching area, was he?

Ning Qingchao nodded.

"Just as you would have guessed, but I'm not scared at all, really."

Meng Zhengxi... you're not afraid, but I am!

"How about... we call it a day?"

Ning Qing tried hard to blink, but no matter how hard she tried, not a single drop of moisture came out.

Having given up on using tears, she could only feign a pitiful expression.

"General... what do you mean by this?"

His lips trembled as he asked.

"You...you don't want me anymore?"

Meng Zhengxi, “No…”

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Qing quickly got out of bed and tidied her clothes.

He looked at the person on the bed with a sorrowful expression.

"I understand. It is because of my lowly status that I am unworthy to serve the general. I will leave now."

He gazed deeply at the person on the bed, his eyes filled with reluctance.

And there's so much longing in my heart!

"May the general be well in the future."

Completely bewildered and lost in thought, Meng Zhengxi saw Ning Qing turn to leave.

Without thinking, he rushed over and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Don't go, that's not what I meant."

Ning Qing's sullen voice came from behind.

"So what do you mean?"

Meng Zhengxi said, "Actually, when the two of us are together, it doesn't necessarily mean we have to do 'that'."

Ning Qing turned her head and glanced at him.

"Not doing it? Do you want to be my brother?"

Meng Zhengxi immediately shook his head.

"No, we won't be brothers."

Ning Qing sighed softly.

"No, that means being brothers."

"It turns out I was just being delusional. I thought the general might have even a tiny bit of affection for me."

She turned her head away sadly as she spoke.

Seeing Ning Qing so sad and upset, Meng Zhengxi felt bad too.

He quickly began to explain.

"You're not just imagining things; I like you too."

Ning Qing, "Then why are you unwilling to be with me...?"

Meng Zhengxi: "I'm not unwilling, I'm just afraid you'll get hurt."

Where he couldn't see, Ning Qing's lips curled into a slight smile, revealing a hint of pleasure.

"But I'm not afraid. As long as I can be with the general, I'm willing to do anything, even if it means losing my hand or foot, let alone a minor injury that requires stitches."

She grasped his hand tightly, turned to look at him, her eyes filled with determination.

"For the general, it's all worth it."

Meng Zhengxi was deeply moved and gazed intently at Ning Qing.

"Xiao Qing".

Ning Qing turned around and hugged him tightly.

She rested her chin on his shoulder and spoke softly.

"General, there aren't that many rules between men; it doesn't matter who's in charge."

Meng Zhengxi: "Hmm."

"How about I serve the general first, and then you can take charge after the general has learned how to do it? At that time, I won't get injured and won't need to call a military doctor, okay?"

Meng Zhengxi hesitated for a while before nodding and replying with "Okay".

Upon hearing this, Ning Qing beamed with joy, cupped his cheeks, and gave him a heavy peck on the lips.