“My Lord!!”

He watched helplessly as Wei Jing was hit by an arrow in the chest and abdomen, which hit a vital part. However, the rain of arrows did not stop yet.

Han Xi immediately pushed the rattan shield and rushed out, arriving just in time when his master fell to the ground. He had no time to do anything, so he could only pounce and turn around, using his body as a shield to protect his master firmly.

Han Xi was immediately hit by two arrows in the shoulder and arm, but fortunately Zhang Yong and Chen Qi had arrived right after him, and the two of them grabbed a shield, so he was a step slower.

With the shields propped up, several people hurriedly helped Wei Jing up: "Lord? Lord!"

All the changes happened in just a moment. Wei Jing did not faint. A trace of blood flowed from his lips. He took a deep breath and struggled to stand up.

On the battlefield, as soon as Gao Ben and Qi Tian died, the enemy's center was instantly in chaos, the arrow formation had collapsed, and the panic quickly spread outward.

Outside, there is the Yizhou Army, which is twice as strong as wolves and tigers. Inside, the commander-in-chief and the military supervisor were killed in battle, leaving the army leaderless. Even the once invincible Northern Army’s morale was suppressed to the lowest point at this moment.

The defeat was like a landslide, and collapse happened in an instant.

Amid the shouting and killing of the Yizhou soldiers who were surrounded by heavy siege, many of them showed despair on their faces at the moment when they were about to die.

Wei Jing felt that his strength was rapidly draining away, and he gradually found it difficult to support his body. At this moment, he barely took his last breath.

"Put down your weapons, and those who surrender will not be killed! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

The man's voice was dignified and steady, and each word was clear and carried far away by the wind.

After a pause, there was a "pa" sound of a spear falling to the ground. Before the enemy soldier's sword could fall on his head and neck, he dropped his weapon, hugged his head and squatted down.

The freeze in front of him seemed to have been turned on, with a continuous "clang" and "clang" sound. In just a few breaths, weapons were thrown all over the ground, and a large area of ​​soldiers had fallen from the center of the army to the outside.

Many people hesitated for a moment and slowly put down the spear blades in their hands. Spreading outward like a tide.

The outcome has been decided.

Wei Jing's breath was stretched to the limit. After just a few words, he began to breathe rapidly. Blood soaked his inner shirt and soaked through his armor. It dripped down along the hem and had already dyed a small patch of yellow earth under his feet.

His eyes went dark, and he could hardly stand. "Zhang Yong, Fan Ya, you two, immediately follow the original plan and lead your troops to attack the two counties of Nanling and Wuling..."

Wei Jing's voice became weaker and weaker. Han Xi and the others were extremely anxious. They urged the doctor to come. Zhang Yonghu's eyes were filled with tears. He knelt down with Fan Ya and said, "Your Majesty, I accept your orders!"

"...Han, Han Xi and Chen Qi, I leave this place to you two. Make sure you quickly recruit the surrendered soldiers and re-guard the passes..."

Wei Jing finally wanted to say that he was fine and that he should not tell his wife and make her worry in vain.

But before he could utter these words, he suddenly lost consciousness due to a sudden loss of breath.

"My Lord!"

"My lord, my lord!"

The scene suddenly became chaotic. Han Xi, with trembling hands, hurried to check Wei Jing's pulse and breathing.

Fortunately, although it is weak and rapid, it is still there.

"Military doctor!"

"Where is the military doctor?"

"Hurry, hurry!"

Chen Qi and Han Xi directly carried Wei Jing, and several people carefully carried him and ran back quickly.

After running a short distance, he met Yan Ming and others who were rushing over.

Yan Ming was being carried across a horse by the young general Liang Dan and was galloping towards him. He was so dizzy that he was about to curse. But when he saw Wei Jing's condition, he was startled and quickly shut his mouth and rushed forward in a few steps.

After checking his breathing and pulse, he reached out to check and found that Wei Jing was shot in the upper left abdomen. The short iron arrow had penetrated deeply but did not penetrate completely.

Yan Ming exhaled: "If it goes up two inches, he won't need treatment."

"What about now, Doctor Yan?"

In just a moment, Han Xi and the others' palms were sweating. They didn't mind Yan Ming's harsh words and asked hurriedly, "So what's going on now?"

"Quickly bring the golden needle!"

Yan Ming looked solemn and spoke in a hurry, tearing Wei Jing's armor open forcefully: "I'm not completely sure."

Even if the patient is not certain to die, with such a serious injury, even if Hua Tuo were still alive, he would not dare to say that he could save the patient.

"The number of fifty-five."

Yan Ming raised his eyelids and glanced at Wei Jing's tightly closed eyes. He thought about how weak he looked when he was seriously injured and poisoned when they first met, and how he was full of life again not long after. He felt more encouraged for him.

This guy is pretty tough, about 60%.

Yan Ming was thinking in his mind, but his hands were not slow at all. Wei Jing's armor was immediately and carefully torn open. Liang Dan hurriedly took off the medicine box on his back and took out the golden needle.

Yan Ming held his breath and concentrated, giving Wei Jing dozens of injections in a row. He then took out two pills, one brown and black, the other red. He made Wei Jing swallow the black one and pressed the red one under his tongue.

The rescue came in time, but the difficulties were still ahead. Yan Ming stood up and said, "Hurry up and take him back, and remove the arrow as soon as possible!"

Zhang Yong and others did not dare to ask any more questions. They were all military commanders and everyone knew that this kind of injury was likely to cause serious consequences. The fact that Yan Ming could say that he had a 50% chance of success showed that his medical skills were so advanced that they were beyond everyone's expectations.

Wei Jing was quickly carried back to his own camp.

Pulling out the arrow is the first big hurdle.

Fortunately, time was tight and this batch of short arrows were of the simplest style. There was no time to cast barbs or to poison them. Otherwise, even Yan Ming would have been helpless.

The flesh was slightly cut open, and with a sudden pull, the deeply embedded arrow was pulled out. Wei Jing groaned, and blood spurted all over Yan Ming's head and face, gushing out from the wound like a spring.

Yan Ming didn't bother to wipe the wound, and quickly pressed the wound with a clean thick handkerchief, and then performed first aid to stop the bleeding.

At one point, the blood seemed to be unstoppable and it was very dangerous, but fortunately it was stopped at the last moment.

He wrapped himself in layers of linen bandages, and the whole barracks was filled with a strong smell of blood. By night, Yan Ming's face had turned blue. "Only after we get through these few days can we truly get through it."

After passing the first level, there is still a second level to go, which is no easier than the previous one.

Ji Huan looked at Wei Jing carefully. The latter's face was as pale as paper and his breathing was very weak.

He looked solemn, wiped the dried blood off his face, left the tent, and once again ordered his men to ride back to Hanzhong to bring his wife as soon as possible.

The severe pain from pulling out the arrow just now made Wei Jing sober for a moment. He forced himself to open his eyes and moved his mouth. He murmured almost inaudibly, "Don't tell the madam," and then fainted again.

In reality, however, Ji Huan did not dare to conceal such an important event. Before Wei Jing was carried back to the tent, he sent someone to rush back to Hanzhong to report the news.

Yan Ming also immediately rejected Wei Jing's words. Compared with the doctors nowadays, he had many personal insights into the two arts of medicine and poison, including aspects like the patient's willpower.

Especially since he himself had been seriously injured once, he had a deeper understanding after personal experience. He said that Shao Qing must be called over as soon as possible.

The chirping of insects and birds in the summer night was irritating. Ji Huan frowned and looked back at the brightly lit tent.

He didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, but the only thing he could do at this moment was to pray.

I pray that my lord is safe.

I pray that the lady can arrive as soon as possible and lend a helping hand to the lord.

…

When Shao Qing answered the call, she was reading a letter written to her by Wei Jing.

During the more than two months since the war began, unless he was in the middle of a battle, he would write her at least one letter a day, sometimes two. No matter how busy he was, as long as he had a little free time, he would be eager to write her a letter.

He never said he was busy, but Shao Qing knew it because his handwriting sometimes changed a little, becoming a little sloppy, and the letters were obviously much shorter.

Fortunately, I haven’t received any text messages recently. He told her that he already had a plan to defeat the enemy, and that a complete defeat of the enemy army would be within reach. If all went well, he could even capture the two counties of Jingzhou in one fell swoop.

Shao Qing was very worried at first, missing him and feeling anxious. But as the letters came one after another, the situation finally became clear and victory was in sight. She felt relieved and began to count the days until his return.

He said he would come back to pick her up.

He was still brooding over the loss of his trust last time and emphasized it several times in the letter. He also said that after taking over the two counties of Jingzhou, he would take her to see the Xunyang Gorge.

Traveling?

That's certainly very good.

There was a thick stack of letters in the box, which was almost overflowing with space. Shao Qing opened them one by one and read them again.

Finally, she picked up the letter in which he said he would take her on a trip, stroked the letter, looked at the familiar handwriting, and smiled slightly.

A young woman with cloud-like hair and beautiful face sat in front of the dressing table. The dim candlelight was cast on the large, polished bronze mirror, reflecting a softness between her eyebrows.

Quiet and gentle.

But all this was soon broken by the heavy footsteps of military boots hitting the ground.

The footsteps were urgent, even as if they were running very fast. The Tongchuan camp was nearly 600 miles away from Tanggu Road. The young general Liang Dan ran two fat horses to death, but he still managed to get there in a whole day and night.

He was dressed in blood-stained armor and knelt down on the steps with a bang. He looked up with an anxious look on his face and red eyes: "Madam, the lord was shot in the chest and abdomen and is in danger! ”

"What did you say?!"

When Shao Qing stood up suddenly, she knocked over the letter box, and nearly a hundred letters were scattered all over the floor. She didn't bother to pick them up and rushed to the door, where she heard the bad news.

Her mind went blank for a moment, her eyes went dark, her body swayed, she felt dizzy, her limbs became weak, and she could hardly stand.

But Shao Qing stood firm the next moment.

"Quick! Prepare the horses, I'm going to Kirikawa now!"

…

Shao Qing had never thought that she could ride such a fast horse. It only took her one hour longer than Liang Dan to get from Hanzhong to Tongchuan camp.

The wind and dust were blowing in her face, and she even forgot to bring a hat to block it; the scorching sun at noon in midsummer was shining directly down, burning her skin with burning pain; her lips were dry and sore due to water loss, and she even forgot that she needed to drink some water.

Shao Qing was unaware of everything that was happening. She was so anxious that she just rode her horse as fast as she could, hoping to reach her husband as soon as possible.

She prayed to all the gods and Buddhas to bless him to get through safely, but as she chewed on the words "the arrow in her chest and abdomen pierced deeply", her heart trembled uncontrollably.

She didn't dare to think about this kind of injury, especially in ancient times when medical conditions were backward.

Even though she hurried, more than two or three days had passed, and this, this...

"No, my husband is waiting for me!"

Her face felt cold and her hands were covered with tears. She tried to concentrate, not allowing herself to think too much, and gritted her teeth and whipped the horse hard.

The horse felt pain and ran a little faster.

Shao Qing arrived at the camp at nightfall. The lingering smell of gunpowder from Tongchuan was still there, and the smell of blood was lingering, but she was unaware of it. She ran to the front of the central tent, stopped her horse, and rolled down.

She really rolled over. Her legs were stiff and she couldn't stand, so she fell directly to the ground. Ji Huan, who had just come out, was shocked when he saw this, and without caring about the difference between men and women, he rushed forward to support her.

"Mr. Ji, how is your husband?"

Shao Qing didn't care about anything else and looked up and asked anxiously.

Her voice was hoarse, but what she saw was the imperial guards standing in line in the inner tent, with the lights on. The worst situation definitely did not happen. Her tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, but she was still very scared. She looked up at Ji Huan with a pleading look.

Pray that he will not say anything bad.

Shao Qing's face was covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, her big almond-shaped eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were chapped. She came so quickly.

Ji Huan, who hadn't slept for two days, was also extremely haggard. He sighed and told the news that was not the worst, but it was not good either: "The lord is seriously injured and is still in critical condition. Doctor Yan said that if he can wake up in the next two days, he can be sure to be fine."

Wei Jing was in critical condition for the past two days and had a high fever, but he finally survived. But it is still in a dangerous period. Yan Ming's original words were that if he could wake up in the next two days, he would be out of danger.

otherwise,……

Yan Ming didn't understand bacteria, but he already knew that the ward had to be kept strictly clean. There was no need for explanation. Even though Shao Qing was extremely anxious, he cleaned it carefully before hurried into the middle tent.

He hurried into the inner tent, and the first thing that caught his eye was a face as pale as a sheet of white paper. Wei Jing was lying on a camp bed with his eyes tightly closed, his chest, abdomen, and legs were wrapped in linest bandages stained with brown-red blood.

The strong bitter smell of medicine and the lingering smell of blood made his face look even paler and more fragile than paper, as if it would shatter if torn.

His heart seemed to be grabbed and twisted violently, and his entire chest was suffocated at once. The sudden pain was too intense, and Shao Qing had to bend down slightly, frowning and pressing on his heart.

Tears were streaming down her face.

It was not the first time that she saw Wei Jing seriously injured and fainted, but compared to the more rational worry she had when she was at Qianshui, her heart ached so much at this moment that she felt like she was suffocating.

Her vision went dark, and after a while she rushed forward, knelt beside his bed, and held his big hand tightly.

"Husband, husband, I'm coming."

His hands were a little hot, probably because he had just started to feel hot and had just cooled down. Shao Qing carefully felt his carotid artery and breathing, which were weak and seemed to stop at any time.

"My husband, I'm here."

She choked with sobs and put his big hand on her face: "Open your eyes and look at me."

Shao Qing knew the importance of willpower. She really couldn't control her emotions. There was a military doctor on duty in the room, but she didn't care at all. She cried softly: "Aren't you going with me to see Xia Liu? I'm here, you can't lie to me!"

In the past, this man who stood tall as a mountain, seemingly immune to wind and rain, now lies here, dying, and could die at any moment...

"No!"

She held his hand tightly.

She had never understood so clearly the fragility of life. She could lose him so easily, completely, forever.

This realization, combined with the frail, pale face before her, struck her heart hard.

She felt an uncontrollable pain in her left chest and shook her head desperately, "No, no, don't!"

An unprecedented panic seized her. She didn't want to lose him. She absolutely couldn't lose him!

Once upon a time, she felt that she was just an outsider and being alone was the best thing, but today, she found that she could no longer accept losing him.

Without him, she would be truly alone in this world, completely lonely, with no one to rejoice in her joy or to grieve for her sorrow.

"Woo, husband!"

Worry, panic, sadness, all turned into tears and gushed out. Tears soaked the big hand on her cheek, but unfortunately this time, the big hand never moved to wipe away her tears.

Shao Qing couldn't stop crying and sobbed for most of the hour. Her dry throat was sore and she kept calling him.

"Husband, can you open your eyes and look at me, please? Please?"

"I'll listen to you from now on, wake up."

"Husband, ..."

Through her tearful eyes, she vaguely saw a bunch of golden things placed beside his pillow. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bunch of exquisite abacus chips for appreciation, five or six in number, carefully tied with a thin blood-stained silk ribbon.

"This is something that our lord carries with him. We dare not move it lightly, so we will put it here first." Seeing Shao Qing staring at him in a daze, the medicine boy hurriedly explained in detail.

In fact, Wei Jing kept it in a secret pocket on his chest. Although no one knew why he cherished this little thing so much, no one dared to throw it away. Since it didn't matter if it was just a little bit, they put it back next to his pillow.

Of course Shao Qing knew what this was, as she gave it to him. That day, Wei Jing rejected Ms. Shi, and she said she would give him one point, and jokingly said that she would use the counting chips to calculate the points.

He treasured these six abacus sticks very much. As he would not stay in the city for long, he was even reluctant to leave. Whenever he left, he would take these precious abacus sticks with him and keep them close to his body for fear of losing them.

He stared blankly, his eyes blurred. Through the tears, the silk ribbon stained with his blood was stained red, circle after circle, twisting Shao Qing's heart.

She burst into tears.

She wasn't sobbing or crying silently. She covered her face, unable to control herself and cried out loud as she trembled all over.

"Husband, it's my fault, I'm wrong!"

At this moment, she hated her cowardice and caution so much that it made him distressed and sad.

"I'll change. I'll change from now on. I won't be the same as before, okay?"

At this moment she decided to actively love him, feel him, put aside her overly cautious rationality, and try to learn to keep up with his pace.

In the face of life and death, she found everything insignificant, and all the entanglements and cowardice were eclipsed.

Human life is actually very fragile and can easily be on the verge of despair.

Without him, she is all alone, with no one to cling to in this world. So, what is there to worry about?

From now on, she is willing to work hard to catch up, very hard. Her only fear was that it would be too late and she would miss it completely.

"Husband, husband, I'm very fast, please wait for me, please don't leave me! Wuuuu, no!"

She doesn't know how long it will take to catch up with him. Maybe it will only take a moment, maybe a year, or maybe two or three years. She will really try hard. Wait for me.

"Please, don't leave me, okay?"

Tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision. A dull pain spread from deep in her head, and her vision went dark. She tried to open her eyes and kissed his palm.

Over and over again, from the palms to the fingertips, without getting tired of it.

It took a long time, until her voice became hoarse and she could hardly form a sentence, as if she had been rubbed by sand and stone. Finally, the slender hand soaked in her tears moved slightly.

“…Don’t cry.”

The author has something to say: Ah, classmate Wei finally made it!