This transfer is not a bad thing, but a normal transfer caused by the forward advance of the front line.

Almost all the battle points benefited from the new weapons, resulting in a complete victory. Perhaps the war will end early because of these new weapons.

When Mu Huaixi heard the news that Qin Wenlong had inquired about, she couldn't help but think of Director Le.

She had previously asked Ying Mingcheng whether this new weapon was related to Director Le and that damp, dark research institute.

Ying Mingcheng did not deny it, but smiled and said, "Director Le can now bask in the sun every day."

Although the words were ambiguous, Mu Huaixi quickly understood what he meant. If the mission had not been completed, Director Le would probably not leave the institute.

This new weapon is probably the result of Director Le's hard work. It is the sound of artillery during the repeated attacks on the mountain camp, and the roar covered by the fireworks.

Mu Huaixi suddenly remembered many "little details", but she didn't mention them to anyone, and just cheered a little in her heart.

She originally only wanted to go to the battlefield with Ying Mingcheng to prevent the tragic fate in her dream. Later, she thought about saving more soldiers, but she didn't expect that a previous action might change the course of the war!

She felt inexplicably a little proud, and thought that once she moved there, she would show off to Brother Mingcheng. Apart from him, she had no one else to show off to.

Unexpectedly, she was transferred to the front line, while Ying Mingcheng went out on another mission and did not return until ten days later.

Mu Huaixi happened to be on night duty. When he saw him being carried in on a stretcher covered in blood, his heart skipped a beat.

But Ying Mingcheng was still conscious, his eyes were dazed, and I didn't know how he recognized her and was able to accurately grasp her hand and comfort her, "Don't be afraid, the blood is not mine."

It seemed as if he was holding on just to say this, and after he finished speaking, he tilted his head and fainted.

Mu Huaixi was stunned, and the tears she had been holding back rolled down without warning. Although there were no tears blocking her vision, the person in front of her became blurry.

Ying Mingcheng did not lie, the blood in front of him was all from the enemy.

Ying Mingcheng also lied. There was a huge scar on his back from his shoulder to his waist, and no one knew how much blood had been shed. His camouflage uniform was stuck to the rolled-up flesh and blood, and Mu Huaixi's hands were shaking when he was cleaning it.

God knows how he stayed awake!

Qin Wenlong saw that her hands were shaking, so he kindly came over to take the instrument from her hand and said, "Doctor Mu, why don't you take a break and let me do it?"

Mu Huaixi turned her head and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, then turned to him and shook her head. Seeing that Qin Wenlong wanted to persuade her again, she said, "It's okay. I will still miss this place even if I go somewhere else."

Qin Wenlong immediately understood what she meant. Kangwa also called people to go to the temporary operating room to treat the patient who was shot. He patted Mu Huaixi's shoulder heavily and left.

Mu Huaixi swallowed all her tears and cheered herself up to help Ying Mingcheng treat his wound. His wound was probably caused by a sharp blade or a long knife. The blade had cut through the flesh, and the bone was almost visible on the shoulder where the force was most severe.

The camouflage uniform was torn, and the part stuck to the flesh was lightly moistened with distilled water and separated little by little. The catgut was passed through the suture needle, and Mu Huaixi began to sew with the assistance of the medical soldier.

The wound was so long that she had to sew it up in sections, four in total. She couldn't remember how many stitches it took before she was able to barely close the wound that ran through her entire spine.

A whole jar of shiny black ointment was dug out, almost covering the entire back. The ointment soaked into the flesh and blood, and the cool medicinal properties gradually relaxed the tense muscles. The tall man who was lying on the simple workbench also relaxed his frown and fell into a complete sleep.

His injury was on his back, so even if he was carried away, he could only lie down. Now there were so many wounded people that the observation room was already full. Mu Huaixi could only ask the medical soldier to help her move the person to the battalion commander's room. At least there was the straw mat she had laid there, which was relatively soft.

Everything was kept simple on the new front. Ying Mingcheng no longer had a small building to live in. He only had a small thatched hut, which was made by locals. It was breathable and insect-proof, and except that it could not withstand heavy rain, it was okay to live in.

After Mu Huaixi arrived here, she helped clean up the house. She also asked Qin Wenlong to dry the straw braids to make a straw mat, and then laid the original mat on it so that he could rest more comfortably.

Unexpectedly, the first time she used this bed was given to the injured Ying Mingcheng. She brought clean water to wipe his body, crying as she did so.

Ying Mingcheng fell into a coma, and the medical soldier who had helped to bring him over had gone far away. Only then did she dare to cry out loud, but she didn't cry loudly, for fear that someone passing by would hear it.

"Why are you so arrogant?" Mu Huaixi patted his shoulder, held his hand again, and helped him clean the small wound on his hand.

She had heard from the people who returned with her that Ying Mingcheng was injured by a machete while trying to protect his companions, and the person he rescued was also seriously injured while carrying him back to the gathering point and is still unconscious.

She did not inquire about the mission that Ying Mingcheng and his companions were carrying out. On the battlefield, swords and guns were brutal and life and death were in a flash. If Ying Mingcheng saved his companions today, his companions might also save him from danger tomorrow. Therefore, she did not blame that man.

She just felt bad,

Although she knew that defending the country was not just a slogan and that bullets and gunfire were not just a fantasy, seeing her loved ones injured still made her heart ache.

Even if such a wound heals, it will leave a lifelong pain. Even if Mu Huaixi has a medicinal bath recipe that can cleanse the tendons and marrow, he can't withstand such torture!

Although he was angry, Mu Huaixi still stayed with him for a whole day. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his body temperature had not risen in the evening.

She ran here three times a day for the next two days, and it was not until the third night that Ying Mingcheng opened his eyes.

At that time, Mu Huaixi was using a small spoon to moisten his throat and lips, but he grabbed Mu Huaixi's hand and asked in a low voice, "Who are you!"

Mu Huaixi's eyes widened, and she slapped him on the arm, "Are you stupid?!"

"Hmm..." The mist in Ying Mingcheng's eyes gradually dissipated, reflecting her figure. He seemed relieved, but also seemed a little confused. In the end, he just grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his cheek.

Calling her softly and affectionately, "Wife..."

In fact, Ying Mingcheng seldom called her that. He usually called her Xiao Xi. He would only call her "wife" in a sticky way when he was in a good mood or when they were alone.

Mu Huaixi's heart trembled, the sweetness that surged out almost drowning out the previous anger and sadness. She held back her tears and held his face, looking into his dark eyes. "Does your wound hurt? Are you hungry? Do you want some water? Do you want me to help you shave?"

Ying Mingcheng laughed at her question and covered her hand with his backhand, "Wife, don't be afraid, I'm fine."