The number of wounded soldiers is increasing.

An Wanwan and the others were so busy they didn't get a break.

This only made An Wanwan and the others even more worried about Li Fengyu and An Cheng.

"Should I ask?"

An Miaomiao whispered to An Wanwan and the others.

Neither An Wanwan nor Xiahou Meng had any objections.

They also inquired about those whose injuries weren't so severe.

After making some inquiries.

An Wanwan and her group only managed to find out about Li Fengyu, Nangong Ying, and Xiahou Jing. As for An Cheng and the others, almost none of the soldiers knew anything about them.

Li Fengyu had indeed suffered a serious injury and it took him a full month to recover.

If it weren't for Nangong Ying and Xiahou Jing stopping them...

He went to the battlefield this morning.

Now that he has recovered from his injuries, Li Fengyu is fighting alongside Nangong Ying and the others. At this time, they are neither in Lingxi City nor in the military camp; they have gone out to meet the enemy.

"Help! Help! General Nangong has been shot by an arrow!"

General Nangong?

Could it be Nangong Ying?

An Miaomiao jumped up and ran outside.

come out.

An Miaomiao looked around and stared for a while before spotting Nangong Ying, who was lying on a stretcher covered in blood, looking as if he had been pulled out of a pool of blood.

"Nangong Ying!"

An Miaomiao didn't care about anything else and ran over shouting.

None of the soldiers carrying Nangong Ying recognized An Miaomiao.

See how she met Nangong Ying.

They all looked over.

An Miaomiao snapped out of her daze and shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Carry him into the tent!"

Before they could say anything...

An Miaomiao led them straight to their camp.

The soldiers carrying Nangong Ying were somewhat worried about An Miaomiao. They went to the side to discuss it, one of them went to call other doctors, while the other two stayed behind to keep watch.

An Wanwan and Xiahou Meng had heard An Miaomiao calling out, and they both came over.

How badly is he injured?

An Wanwan was the first to ask.

"So, how is it?"

Xiahou Meng also inquired.

After examining him, An Miaomiao replied, "Nangong Ying is seriously injured. He has three arrow wounds in total. Two of them are relatively good, as they weren't too deep, but one is right next to his heart. It must be treated carefully when removing the arrow, otherwise the bleeding could be uncontrollable..."

"Isn't he supposed to be very skilled in martial arts? How did he get injured like this!"

Xiahou Meng looked puzzled.

She asked her.

Whom was she asking?

Just as An Miaomiao was about to clean Nangong Ying's wounds, a soldier standing to the side spoke up: "The enemy is too cunning; they faked their death. If we hadn't gone to check, this wouldn't have happened..."

So that's how it is.

An Miaomiao said nothing, cleaned the area around the wound, and called An Wanwan and Xiahou Meng over: "Wait a moment, you two help me pull out the arrow. I'll tell you how, just do as I say..."

She had barely finished speaking.

The soldier who had gone to fetch people earlier ran in with two doctors carrying medicine chests.

"Dr. Lin, Dr. Yang, please quickly examine General Nangong."

Dr. Lin and Dr. Yang put down their medicine boxes and went forward to check on the patient.

As they arrived, An Miaomiao said, "Dr. Lin, Dr. Yang, right? Leave this to me, I can handle it..."

"You, you're so young, can you really do it?"

Dr. Yang looked An Miaomiao up and down and began to speak.

It's no wonder he said that.

After all, there weren't many young people he knew who were good at medicine.

An Miaomiao straightened her back and said, "Of course I can."

Doctor Lin had already examined Nangong Ying's injuries. Seeing An Miaomiao's confident assertion, he pursed his lips and said, "Young man, General Nangong's injuries are no simple matter..."

An Miaomiao said, "I know. If you're worried, then you can stay here and watch."