Chapter 232 Disdain

Meng Lingge waited quietly to the side, watching the military doctor treat Wen Zhiming's wounds, stitching and bandaging them.

After waiting for the military doctor to finish his treatment, he asked softly, "Thank you all for your hard work. How is the prince now? When will he wake up?"

The leading military doctor said, "Your Highness, the prince's body is covered in superficial wounds. His unconsciousness is only due to excessive blood loss. He will recover with proper rest. However, because many of the wounds are quite deep, he needs to rest in bed for seven days and must not engage in any physical activity for half a month. Otherwise, the wounds may tear, become infected, and cause serious problems."

The military doctor spoke tactfully, but his eyes held a deeper meaning, and Meng Lingge instantly understood. He was worried that Wen Zhiming, while resting in bed, would indulge in women, affecting the healing of his wounds.

Meng Lingge nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you for reminding me."

"His Highness will wake up in about two or three hours. He should avoid spicy food for the next few days and eat a light diet. His hands are bandaged and he cannot hold chopsticks for the time being, so he needs to be fed."

Seeing that she understood, the military doctor and several other military doctors bowed their heads and withdrew to go outside and report to the generals.

Meng Lingge stepped forward and saw that Wen Zhiming's body was bandaged in many places and his face was pale. She was still a little worried.

She simply moved a small stool to the edge of the bed, held Wen Zhiming's finger, and stayed by his side.

I really don't know how he managed to ride all the way from the battlefield back to the military camp with such serious injuries.

Perhaps because the wound was too painful, Wen Zhiming, who was unconscious, still had his brows furrowed. Meng Lingge wanted to cover him with a blanket, but was afraid of pressing on his wound, so in the end she only covered his abdomen with a thin blanket.

The general and military doctor who were guarding outside had already left. Seeing that she had not given any instructions, Qiu Lan and Lu Shui went to the wounded soldiers' camp to help.

All was quiet. Meng Lingge just watched Wen Zhiming, holding his fingers, and fell asleep without realizing it.

She hadn't been sleeping well for the past few days, and had been worried all day. Now that she was by Wen Zhiming's side, she felt a little more at ease and slept exceptionally soundly.

Meng Lingge only woke up when she felt the fingers in her hand twitch slightly. She saw that Wen Zhiming had woken up at some point and was looking at her with a doting expression.

Meng Lingge's nose stung with tears, and she said irritably, "How can you still laugh? Look at how badly you're injured. If that wound on your leg were any deeper, it would have reached the bone. I don't want a crippled husband."

"Nonsense." Wen Zhiming's voice was hoarse, but his smile remained unchanged. "You didn't mind when I was an idiot, so I don't believe you would mind a cripple."

“I’m disgusted.” Meng Lingge deliberately put on a stern face. “When you were an idiot, you never lied to me and listened to everything I said. Now that you’ve been better for a short time, you’ve already stopped taking my words to heart and don’t care about your health. If you really become lame, I’ll leave you and you won’t be able to catch up with me.”

He repeatedly warned me to be careful when I set off. It's one thing to be injured in the dangers of the battlefield, but he didn't even ask his subordinates to take care of me. He insisted on riding all this way back on horseback.

Wen Zhiming knew why Meng Lingge was angry. She blamed him for being too stubborn. He had only thought about coming back as soon as possible to avoid worrying his wife, without considering that his body was too weak to continue.

It must have frightened his wife.

"I was wrong." Wen Zhiming's voice was low. "My wife, you can dislike me, but you are not allowed to leave me. I'm so thirsty, my wife, could you give me some water?"

He was a tough, indomitable man on the battlefield, but in front of her, he became pitiful and aggrieved like an abandoned child.

Meng Lingge wasn't really angry to begin with, and seeing him like this made her even more reluctant to hurt him.

She quickly turned around, poured half a cup of water from the teapot, tested the water temperature and found it to be just right, then used a small spoon to scoop it up and brought it to Wen Zhiming's lips.

Wen Zhiming obediently drank it down, and when he tried to reach out to touch Meng Lingge's face, he found that his hands were tightly bandaged and he couldn't move at all.

He said he had to beg his wife to pour him water, and she was so eager to oblige.

He was originally unable to move.

"Who bandaged me up like this? Did they have to go to such lengths? This is so inconvenient."

"The army doctor bandaged you up. Except for your face, you don't have many good patches of skin left on your body. The army doctor said you need to rest in bed for seven days and you can't do anything for half a month, otherwise the wound will tear and get infected, and you'll have to have your leg amputated." Meng Lingge coaxed and lied.

She was also wondering if there was a rule on the battlefield that you shouldn't hit someone in the face.

How come Wen Zhiming has so many wounds all over his body, but his face is completely intact, without a single scar?

Wen Zhiming stared intently at Meng Lingge, "Is it that serious? Then wouldn't that mean..."

He felt even more aggrieved, his eyes shimmering with tears.

Meng Lingge blushed. She hadn't thought much of it when the military doctor said it, but she felt particularly shy when Wen Zhiming asked it.

"Of course not. You're already injured like this, what nonsense are you thinking about? I'll sleep on the floor for the next few days so as not to put pressure on your wound."

"Incompetent doctors mislead people." Wen Zhiming's mood suddenly soured.

He had hoped that after today's battle, he could have some peace and quiet and spend time with his wife, but now he is hampered by his injuries and has to rely on his wife to take care of him.

If I had known, I wouldn't have just protected my face; I should have at least protected my hands and feet so I could hug my wife and walk with her, albeit with a limp.

Now, apart from being able to move its eyes and mouth, it can't do anything else.

It's completely useless.

Seeing his dejected expression, Meng Lingge worried that he might overthink things, so she put the cup of water she had just given him back on the table and said gently, "You should rest well. I'll go find you something to eat."

"I'm not hungry," Wen Zhiming said. "Please ask General Cao to come over. I'll arrange things in the camp, and we can have dinner together later."

Fortunately, my mind is still sharp, so I'll finish up the important business first, and then talk and chat with my wife.

Knowing that he must have many things to arrange after the great battle, Meng Lingge went outside the door and instructed the guards to invite General Cao.

Cao Ran was overwhelmed with the many things happening in the military camp when he heard that Wen Zhiming had woken up, so he rushed over immediately.

The two didn't exchange many pleasantries. Cao Ran raised the problem, and Wen Zhiming offered a solution.

The two discussed in detail for half an hour the distribution of the 30,000 newly recruited soldiers, the placement of the sixth prince, the treatment of the wounded soldiers, and the letter to the Blue Feather Kingdom.

Cao Ran left satisfied in the end.

Wen Zhiming's throat was dry from talking, so Meng Lingge fed him a cup of water. The two looked at each other, about to speak, when a guard outside the door asked to see them.

Meng Lingge let the guards in and saw that the newcomers were Cao Ran's personal guards.

The guard said anxiously.

"Reporting to the King of Northern Frontier, the Sixth Prince refuses to be treated by the military doctor. He says that Miss Du has a maid who knows how to use silver needles and must have medical skills. He demands that the female physician treat him, otherwise he will not be treated and will die in our camp. General Cao is afraid that something might happen, so he sent me to report to Your Highness."