Qian and Zhao hurriedly helped him up.
Hearing the commotion outside, Deputy General He lifted the curtain to check the situation.
"General Pang, be careful where you walk. Don't just worry about Vice General He's condition. Vice General He will definitely get better," said Vice General Chen.
Pang Da cursed inwardly. He wasn't concerned about Deputy General He at all. He was just walking along when he tripped over something and didn't even know what happened.
Maybe his foot accidentally bumped into the table leg.
Hearing this from outside, Deputy General He was deeply moved.
With subordinates who care about him like this, he has truly lived a worthwhile life.
After everyone left, he struggled to his feet and went to his study to write a letter of recommendation for Pang Da.
Qiao Lian'er would not allow Pang Da to become a Lieutenant General. If he were to take that position, he would have the power to contend with the Qiao family army.
He's capable of finding an excuse, leading a large army to surround the Qingfeng Plain camp, and capturing all the men of the Qiao family.
Upon entering the study, she saw Vice General He's letter of recommendation, which was filled with effusive praise, extolling Pang Da as if he were unparalleled.
Qiao Lian'er's eyelids twitched as she watched, thinking to herself, "I never expected that you, Song Laosan, would have such good luck. But how could I let you succeed?"
She borrowed a gust of wind from the space.
Deputy General He had only written half of the letter of recommendation when the wind blew it up, and it fluttered in the air, looking as if it was about to drift out the window.
"Oh no, this is terrible."
Deputy General He, somewhat obese, rose from his chair and awkwardly reached out, grabbing at the air.
But just as he was about to catch it, the letter of recommendation was blown away again. He pounced on it, and after several such struggles, he was panting heavily.
"My God, why are you playing this trick on me? I just wanted to recommend a subordinate."
Vice General He sat down helplessly, and the letter of recommendation floated on the beam above.
Just as he was about to call his men to bring a ladder, the doctor who usually sees patients arrived.
Vice General He went to the main hall, and Qiao Lian'er followed him.
"Why is the deputy general so tired?" The white-haired old doctor asked in surprise when he saw him like this.
Deputy General He waved his hand: "Don't say anymore. I was writing a letter when a gust of wind blew it up and it flew around the room like it was playing a joke on me. I still haven't caught the letter."
"Is it really that miraculous?" The old doctor found it unbelievable, wondering if Vice General He was simply having a mental illusion due to poor health.
"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself; that letter is still on the beam."
The old doctor shook his head: "This is not something I should be concerned about. I only hope that Vice General He will recover soon."
As he spoke, he examined Vice General He with his eyes, ears, nose, and palpation, and his expression became serious.
Only one day had passed, but Deputy General He seemed even weaker. Because of the strenuous exercise he had just done, his forehead was cold and covered in large beads of sweat, even though he had been given a good ginseng soup to help him recover.
"Strange, very strange. What exactly is the problem? In all my years of treating patients, this is the first time I've encountered such a difficult situation." The old doctor became anxious.
If this continues, even if Deputy General He doesn't die, he'll be ruined.
Just then, a strong gust of wind blew in from outside, hitting the cypress tree and causing the blue-and-white porcelain flowerpot to fall to the ground with a crash.
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