"What good day is today?" Qin Wenlong walked in and saw Kangwa, who was dressed differently from usual, at first sight.

He used to wear a batik jacket and ash-grey trousers, with his hair tightly tied up with a cloth of the same colour, but today he changed into a dark red jacket and pinned shiny ornaments and vanilla on his headscarf.

"Today is a festival in Doctor Kang's tribe!" The guard rushed to answer. He also had a piece of vanilla tied with a red rope pinned in front of him, which was a holiday blessing from Kangwa.

Mu Huaixi had heard from Kangwa before that this festival was the biggest festival in their tribe and was as important as the Spring Festival of the Han people.

Qin Wenlong went to get some fragrant herbs and put them on, then put his hands together and prayed, "I hope we won't be busy today, so that Kangwa can have a good holiday with us."

Unfortunately, Qin Wenlong was a jinx. Not long after he finished speaking, a carload of injured people arrived at the gate of the base camp. The group of people were busy until midnight before they had time to rest.

"Doctor Qin, please don't say that again." The tired, pale-faced nurse sighed and guzzled her tea. "Earlier in the department, our head nurse told us we can't say we're not busy today and have an easy tomorrow. That's always the beginning of a busy day!"

Mu Huaixi had also heard that doctors don’t like mangoes, but prefer pickles and salted fish. They hope to be more “leisurely”. Of course, it’s not just to avoid work, but they just hope that fewer people will get into trouble and everyone will be healthy.

Qin Wenlong was also busy and almost paralyzed. He rubbed the numb calf and told everyone the good news, "Reinforcements will probably arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. By then, we won't have to..."

Before he could even utter "I'm not busy", the person next to him covered his mouth.

"Doctor Qin, please stop talking!" The medical soldier who was covering his hand looked pleading, and everyone around him burst into laughter.

However, Qin Wenlong's information was really accurate. In addition to various supplementary supplies, the supply truck arriving the day after tomorrow also included three doctors and five nurses, instantly replenishing the manpower.

More doctors at the base means more manpower will be available to continue making medicines.

Kangwa and Mu Huaixi are still the main forces in drug manufacturing and drug search.

Mu Huaixi had a new idea. After discussing with Kangwa, they chose different directions and took people to visit the surrounding camps. They could also search for and dig herbs on the way, killing two birds with one stone.

She came up with this method after the last incident of mushroom poisoning in the camp. Generally, those sent back had obvious injuries. Even if most soldiers occasionally got angry or had diarrhea, they would force themselves not to leave the front line.

Traditional Chinese medicine treats illness before it occurs. If they can discover the problems with the soldiers earlier, they can solve the problems earlier, which can also enhance their combat effectiveness.

Mu Huaixi had a good idea. Ying Mingcheng was still recovering from his injuries, so he led the team to escort her back and forth. However, after they happened to encounter an enemy attack on the camp, they no longer agreed to let her go to a distant station. She did not object to Ying Mingcheng's decision. First, they had already patrolled the surrounding area, and it would be too far to go. Second, the camp had accumulated a lot of medicinal herbs, and she would be busy making medicine next.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year. Ying Mingcheng's injury had healed by 90%, and he immediately became busy again.

Mu Huaixi was not idle either. One day, she went to Ying Mingcheng's cabin to get her clothes. When she saw the dust on the table, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen her man for almost a month.

"What are you busy with?" Mu Huaixi muttered to himself. He fetched some water and cleaned up the house, but when he came back, he poured out the dirty water and saw Ying Mingcheng sleeping soundly on the bed.

“…”

The man was still wearing his blood-stained military uniform. He hadn't taken off his boots yet, but he was clutching the hem of his uniform in his hand. It looked like he wanted to take off his clothes but failed. He fell on the bed and lost consciousness.

"Oh," Mu Huaixi looked at the grease paint still on his face and knew that this mission would probably be another high-intensity and long-term lurking mission. She squatted down and covered her nose to pick off his boots. The room was immediately filled with an indescribable sour smell.

This smell would have made her nauseous before, but now that she had gotten used to it, Mu Huaixi calmly took out her mask and put it on, then opened the doors and windows to let in some air, and then used an alcohol cotton ball to disinfect and apply medicine to his swollen feet.

She stripped off Ying Mingcheng's clothes, drew some water and wiped his whole body. She still felt distressed when she saw the dark scars on his back. Fortunately, Ying Mingcheng did not suffer any injuries in this mission, he was just exhausted.

He was really tired. Mu Huaixi tried hard to wipe his body, but he didn't wake up. He even snored slightly after being cleaned up and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Huaixi shook her head, placed a note and a cup of water on his bedside, changed her clothes and returned to her post.

The next time I saw Ying Mingcheng was in the cafeteria. Thanks to the supply truck, the cafeteria had oily meals every day for the past two days, and today was a rare day when they had mutton and radish soup.

When Mu Huaixi squatted beside him with the bowl in hand, Ying Mingcheng had already drunk three bowls of soup and eaten ten vegetable steamed buns. He was sweating profusely and his complexion looked much better than before.

"Here," Mu Huaixi was stunned when she saw him scoop out the few pieces of mutton in the bowl and put them into her bowl. "I haven't seen you for a few days. You've lost weight. Your chin is so pointed. It's poking my heart."

“Tsk.”

Before Mu Huaixi could say anything, Huo Zhiwu beside him clicked his tongue, then moved outside with his bowl in hand, looking as if he couldn't stand it.

"Ignore him, he's just jealous," Ying Mingcheng said with a beaming expression, nodding at her bowl, "Drink it quickly, before it gets cold."

Even if the weather is not that cold, drinking a bowl of mutton soup and sweating can make people feel energetic, especially since the mutton soup also contains the astragalus she "invested" in, which makes it even more nourishing.

Mu Huaixi used to eat slowly, but now she has mastered the art. She gulped down a bowl of steamed bread soaked in soup without thinking. Ying Mingcheng beside her ate three more steamed breads, and she snatched the last one away. "Overeating will give you a stomachache at night."

Ying Mingcheng did not refute, he took her bowl and sent it back, then pulled her out and said, "Let's go and digest our food."

The night in the rainforest is very lively. Insects and birds hidden under the grass leaves and branches are singing in harmony. The river is rushing in the moonlight. The grass under your feet makes a muffled creaking sound when you step on it. The clasped hands are warm and timeless, conveying bursts of tenderness.

Mu Huaixi didn't ask about the mission, but Ying Mingcheng asked a few questions about the situation in the camp. The two of them enjoyed the long-lost tranquility in silence.

When they were returning after a long circle, Ying Mingcheng suddenly approached her and tucked her long hair behind her ears, "Xiao Xi, we're not far from home."

Mu Huaixi was startled by his words, but soon fell into worry. If it was not long before she returned home, would the situation in the dream happen again, or had it been rewritten by her?