Two days passed in a blink of an eye. Jiang Sheng was treating the wounded. In fact, he was just dealing with the wounds. He just had to bandage them as long as he was not afraid of bleeding. The rest of the time he was pounding, boiling and feeding medicine.

He also took advantage of this time to inquire about the war situation, but most of the wounded were soldiers who were only trained to go to the battlefield and obey orders.

The soldiers had no idea about the battle plan in advance.

Jiang Sheng was treating the wounded when a loud shout came from outside: "Get out of the way, everyone, get out of the way, the Major General is injured..."

Major General.

Brother?

The curtain was lifted, and a man in armor was carried in. Blood dripped down, revealing a gentle and handsome face. Who else could it be but my brother?

Jiang Sheng rushed over, his face full of worry.

"What happened? Where are you hurt?"

The man sighed and showed the wound on his waist and abdomen, which was caused by a knife. Black blood gushed out.

Jiang Sheng's scalp tingled as he watched. With such a serious wound and poisoning, even if he survived by chance, he would probably be a sickly person for the rest of his life.

How could a man as talented as his brother be a sickly person? No, he must save his brother.

A flash of inspiration came to my mind: spiritual spring water.

Yes, Lingquan Water can accelerate wound healing, and detoxification... can it also be used? Regardless of whether it can be used or not, it is better to use it than not to use it.

The old military doctor came over quickly, took a look at the wound and frowned: "This is too serious. I'm afraid it's a bit dangerous. Treat the wound first, and we can deal with the detoxification slowly."

Jiang Sheng hurried out to get some water, fearing that if there was too much spiritual spring water and the wound healed immediately, he would definitely be targeted.

After washing up, he brought the medicine in to help clean the wound. Seeing the old military doctor stitching the wound and his body twitching in pain, Jiang Sheng felt heartbroken.

This was his elder brother, the best brother to him since he was a child. He couldn't help but say, "Master, please be gentle. He is in pain."

The old military doctor rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Even when the old man was sick, I never saw you so distressed. If you can't see clearly, you'll sew slowly. If you have better eyesight, you can come."

Jiang Sheng was dumbfounded and pointed at himself: "Me, I'll do it?"

"Otherwise, hurry up and sew it. If you're slower, the young general will feel more pain. Why are you dawdling?"

“…Okay, I’ll do it!”

Jiang Sheng didn't dare to look at his brother. He concentrated on sewing and increased the speed of his hands, fearing that if he hesitated, it would hurt his brother more.

After one stick of incense

After cleaning the blood from the wound, applying medicine and bandaging it, beads of sweat dripped down his chin and his hands trembled with exhaustion.

Jiang Sheng looked at the person on the bed, and then thought about his previous life in the capital, where he either worked in gambling houses or brothels and had done nothing for his family. His heart ached violently.

Seeing him crying, the old military doctor softened his tone.

"You did very well just now, even better than I expected. Why are you crying? Are you scared?"

He raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly: "Okay, you can cry in front of the master, but don't cry outside. You are a man, and crying too much will make people look down on you."

Jiang Sheng wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and said sullenly: "Well, Master, I'm fine. Let me take care of you, Major General."

The old military doctor nodded and said, "Okay, you stay here and be careful. If you have a fever, wipe yourself with alcohol, but be careful not to get it on the wound."

"I understand, Master."

Just as the old military doctor left, a tall and strong man walked in. It had to be his second brother.

Jiang Ziang rushed in with red eyes, wearing heavy armor. As he walked, he was like a small hill, and the ground was shaking slightly.

Seeing his brother lying on the bed, his face as pale as paper, he was about to pounce on him, but was stopped by someone's hand.

Jiang Sheng looked up and thought that his second brother had grown taller. Why couldn't he give him some of the food? With his small body, his second brother could kill him with just one slap.

A murderous aura rushed towards him, frightening him so much that his legs were shaking. He stiffened his neck and said stubbornly, "The young general's wound has just been stitched up, he can't withstand your attack."

"If the wound breaks, the person will be beyond saving."

Jiang Ziang looked at the dwarf in front of him. For some reason, he thought of the third child in his family. He slowly lowered his raised hand and stared at him.

"Alright, it was this General who acted rashly. So how is my brother now? Is he in any danger?"

Jiang Sheng stepped back upon seeing this and said softly, "Once the wound is taken care of, and the fever passes, he'll be fine. If he can't..."

"Alright, Major General, you'll definitely make it through this. You can talk here, but don't touch me. Your hands are dirty."

"You are Mo Xiaotong. You were not so brave before, but now you are a little taller and a little braver."

Jiang Ziang muttered a few words and moved a stool to sit beside the bed.

Jiang Sheng glanced around and saw only two wounded soldiers sleeping soundly. His second brother was always the most careless and the best at getting information out of people.

He poured a glass of water and handed it over, then asked tentatively, "Where is the battle taking place? Why is the Major General injured like this?"

"Hey, you're quite good at reading people's expressions. I'm thirsty."

"Brother went on patrol near Tianlang Mountain, but unexpectedly ran into the Huns. What a coincidence."

Jiang Ziang frowned and also felt very strange.

Jiang Sheng's eyes flashed. Sure enough, they were near Tianlang Mountain. He was afraid that there was a bigger ambush there. He was afraid that his brother would find out and wanted to silence him.

If there was no spiritual spring water, my brother would be in great danger. But if my brother is fine this time, with his meticulous mind, he will definitely suspect a spy.

He casually said, "Yeah, how could it be such a coincidence? If it weren't for someone next to me doing it, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so accurate."

Jiang Ziang was just slow-witted, not really stupid. Hearing this, he pondered, "You mean there's a spy around Big Brother, and this injury was caused by a spy?"

Jiang Sheng waved his hands repeatedly, pretending to be panicked and said, "No, I didn't say that. I just thought it was too coincidental."

"If they are really someone close to the Major General, then they definitely don't want the Major General to wake up. They might even take advantage of the opportunity to make sure the Major General never wakes up."

"……What?"

Jiang Ziang looked at the person on the bed, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He stood up and said, "No, it's not safe for you to be here, brother. I'll go and carry the tent."

Seeing him being so reckless, Jiang Sheng quickly reached out to stop him.

I couldn't help but scold: "Wait, the Major General is so seriously injured, if you move him now, are you trying to kill him?"

"You might be assassinated here, or you might die instantly if you take me away. Choose one!"

Jiang Ziang was at a loss for a moment. He scratched his head, and his honest face was wrinkled and worried.

This doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work either. So what should I do?

Jiang Sheng sat on the stool and said seriously, "I will guard the Major General, but you have to get someone here too. I need a replacement in case of emergency."

"I must have a confidant. I don't trust others."

"...You care about my brother?"

"Nonsense! If anything happens to the young general, I'll have to go to the battlefield. Look at me, I'm so weak that I'll just be killed on the battlefield."