Chapter 147 Leave Him Behind
Qu Ji suddenly remembered the general he saw before he fainted, and his brows frowned even deeper.
He has no relatives or friends with me, and on the battlefield, I have tried to kill him many times. How could he save me?
The old military doctor continued, "Now that you're awake, I'll go report to the general! May you be well!"
"Azhu, watch him here."
"Don't worry! Master, I will never let him run away!" Azhu put his hands on his hips, raised his chin, and stared at Quji like a little animal.
There were only two of them left in the room, and Qu Ji moved his body.
Ah Zhu threatened loudly, "What are you going to do? Don't run! This is the Zhao army camp. If you run out, the soldiers outside will stab you to death!"
Qu Ji pursed his cracked lips and said, "I want to drink some water."
He felt a severe headache, his mind was a little unclear, and his chest felt cold.
Ah Zhu curled his lips and said, "Then just stay here quietly and I'll get you some water."
The water in the kettle on the table was poured in the day before yesterday. Azhu secretly thought that if this black-hearted guy died after drinking this water, it would not be his fault.
He poured a full cup and trotted over to Qu Ji, "Here, drink!"
Qu Ji didn't care about the possibility of the wound cracking. He picked up the cup of water and started drinking it. The sweet water flowed into his throat and moisturized his whole body.
Ah Zhu saw him drink it all in one breath, and rolled his eyes, "Do you want more?"
"Thank you." Qu Ji handed him the cup of water, and his meaning was very clear.
Azhu ran three times in a row and finally brought the kettle back.
Qu Ji drank half a pot of water and only then did he feel like he was alive again. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. He could hear his breathing sound like a broken bellows, and everyone could tell that he was very uncomfortable.
He was uncomfortable, but Azhu became happier.
Ah Zhu poked Qu Ji's arm and asked, "Are you going to die?"
Quji opened his eyes, looked at him and said, "He should be able to live for a while."
Ah Zhu pursed his lips and muttered, "It's true that good people don't pay for their lives, but evil deeds will last for thousands of years."
He held his chin in his hand, shook his head, and asked again, "Are you a general of the Qin State?"
"I'm not."
"So you're a soldier?"
"I am a centurion."
"Then you are in charge of a hundred people! Are all your men dead?" Azhu asked again.
A look of pain appeared on Qu Ji's face and he stopped talking.
Ah Zhu snorted, "They must be dead. Our general is very powerful. If you Qin people come, our general will kill you back!"
Qu Ji still didn't speak.
Ah Zhu was bored and shook Qu Ji's hand, "What's the matter with the wound on your back? Was it caused by one of us Zhao people? Who healed you?"
Qu Ji thought of the Queen Mother and calmed down a bit. He turned his head and looked at the child in front of him, who was about ten years old. Instead of answering his question, he asked him, "Why are you here?"
This is a battlefield, and children shouldn't be here.
"My father, mother and great-grandfather are all dead. It was my master who picked me up." As Azhu said this, he glared at Quji fiercely.
Many battles broke out between Qin and Zhao.
The Battle of Changping caused the most serious losses to the State of Zhao. During the reign of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Bai Qi led his army and killed 400,000 surrendered soldiers of the State of Zhao in Changping. After this battle, the State of Zhao no longer had the strength to counterattack.
In the recent Battle of Pingyang, Wang Jian killed the Zhao general Huo Zhe and beheaded 100,000 Zhao soldiers.
Quji didn't dare to ask how Azhu's family died, and he could still not hide his guilt with his eyes slightly lowered.
Ah Zhu said angrily, "You Qin people are all bad people. When I grow up, I will be like the general and beat the shit out of you."
Qu Ji coughed twice, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying. His lips moved, but still no words came out.
"I know I can't beat you now, but I will grow up one day. By then, I will definitely be taller and stronger than you, and I can knock you down with one punch." Azhu waved his little fist to threaten again.
"Azhu." The old military doctor walked in, followed by the deputy general.
"Master!" Ah Zhu immediately hid his hands behind his back and looked at his master timidly, without any trace of his previous arrogance.
Seeing that the man had indeed woken up, the deputy general said, "You're so lucky, kid! If I hadn't stabbed you, you would be lying in a mass grave now."
If the general had stabbed him, he would probably be dead by now and would have no chance to breathe here.
"Okay, we'll send him to the prisoner-of-war camp later. The general is busy with important matters and has no time to take care of him."
The prisoner-of-war camp was where the Zhao army held prisoners. When two armies fought, there would always be some prisoners on both sides. If the negotiations went smoothly, these prisoners would be used to exchange for Zhao's prisoners, or for some food and cloth. If the negotiations did not go well, these people would be used as sacrifices.
The conditions in the prisoner-of-war camps were harsh, and only one in ten people could escape alive.
The old military doctor said, "General, this man is seriously injured. If he is sent there today, he probably won't survive the night."
The deputy general sighed. It was not worth it to let him die after so much difficulty in rescuing the man. Besides, the general didn't say he wanted him to die.
He said with a slight annoyance, "Then let him stay here. He can go over after his injuries have healed. You are responsible for watching him. If he escapes, I will hold you responsible."
After the deputy general left, Ah Zhu whispered, "Master, wouldn't it be better to let him go to the prisoner-of-war camp?"
The old military doctor tapped his head and said, "Didn't you want to know how he healed that wound just now?"
He turned and looked at Qu Ji again, "If I spare your life, you must cooperate with me, otherwise, I will not care about you."
Qu Ji nodded.
The old military doctor asked about his background, and Qu Ji answered truthfully.
I heard that he had defected from the Queen Mother's guards to join the army. I looked him up and down and said, "You are so young, but you don't want to live a peaceful life, but do this kind of head-breaking work."
"I want peace in this world." Qu Ji looked straight at him.
The old military doctor wanted to pick up a stick and beat him. "You are just a soldier. How can you bring peace to this world? Living your own life is enough. Besides, wasn't this war started by your king?"
Qu Ji wanted to argue, but now that he was living under someone else's roof, he suspected that if he said a few more words, the old man might really beat him up.
He simply chose to shut up.
Seeing him calm down, the old military doctor thought he had persuaded him, and his expression softened a bit. "Then what about that scar on your body?"
Qu Ji did not hide anything and told the story of how Doctor Yu saved him.
Although he had not seen how Doctor Yu saved him, he knew what happened from Brother Du. Moreover, he had seen Doctor Yu saving other wounded soldiers in the military camp many times.
When the old military doctor heard that the Queen Mother Qin had a hand in his treatment process, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he still focused more on the treatment method.
Suturing a wound is difficult enough, and medicine to relieve pain and help the wound heal is even harder to come by.
The old military doctor was even considering whether he could find this kind of medicine among the supplies seized from the Qin army, but to use those things, he needed the general's consent.
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