Chapter 117: Worrying about Gains and Losses "Are you feeling sorry for me?"...
Lin Meizhu put her hand on his wrist, looked at the new armband from side to side, and asked, "Where is the original armband?"
Shen Changfeng's heart dropped to the ground, and he felt a little annoyed for no reason, and at the same time, he felt indescribable disappointment. He said, "Throw it away!"
Lin Meizhu slowly withdrew her hand, grasping the dagger in her hand. She drew it from its sheath and examined the steel blade, which sliced through iron like mud. She felt a strange familiarity in its color. As if understanding something, she softly uttered an "oh" and nodded, "Throw it away..." She twisted her wrist, and the frosty white blade flashed with a cold light, reflecting a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.
Lin Meiju watched as the gloom in the phoenix eyes gradually loosened, turning into a bit of anger and evasion. Then she sheathed the knife, stood up, stomped her feet, and found that it fit her feet well and was very soft.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Shen Changfeng hurriedly said, "You only said one sentence just now." There are at least two more sentences to say.
Lin Meiju tilted her head slightly, as if recalling something. Just as she was about to speak, an urgent call came from behind them.
"General!"
"Doctor Lin!"
Lin Meizhu turned around and saw that the person coming was a waiter from Huishengtang.
The waiter gasped, "Aunt Yang fell this morning. It was nothing serious, but she suddenly started bleeding and couldn't stop it. She couldn't muster any strength, and the midwife said she was afraid..."
Lin Meizhu took two steps and remembered the man. She turned around and saw that Shen Changfeng had been escorted back to the tent by several soldiers.
She knew she couldn't delay any longer, so she suppressed her worries, quickly got on the carriage, and rushed to the pharmacy.
After working hard in the pharmacy all night, they finally saved the woman from death. However, the herbs for blood-retention were exhausted. But there were still three or four women about to give birth, so Lin Meiju had to find ways to look for alternative herbs everywhere.
Since the outbreak of the war, all medicinal herbs have been requisitioned by the military. Lin Meizhu knew the demand on the front lines was urgent, making it difficult to find the quantities she wanted. She wanted to take a few men to the mountains and forests behind the front to harvest them; she was familiar with the area and knew the job would be quick. However, the patrolling soldiers refused to let her go, their attitude very adamant. Although there had been no rebel attacks in the rear, the enemy was so imminent that the soldiers were extremely cautious, fearing that stragglers or scouts would take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in and cause trouble.
Lin Meizhu wanted to say more, but was yelled at by the soldiers to leave. At this moment, a loud shout came, "Hey! Are you blinded or something? How dare you speak like that!"
Lin Yue'e and several cooks were just about to deliver food to the barracks. When they heard the scolding, they jumped off the cart, stood in front of the chief soldier with their hands on their hips, glanced at him a few times, nodded slightly, and said, "Ah, I was wondering, this face looks as fresh as if it was just dug out of the ground, no wonder I couldn't recognize him... How dare you, a newcomer, act so arrogantly here? Do you know who you are stopping?!"
The soldier was startled by her yelling, stiffening his neck and saying, "No one can pass! The general has ordered that no one can pass without a badge!"
Lin Meizhu didn't want to start an argument, so she said, "In that case, could you please tell the general that I can see you and get a pass?"
The soldier still shook his head, "No, General, you can't see anyone irrelevant to you."
Seeing how rigid he was, Lin Yue'e's rage soared. She glared at him and cursed, "You stubborn block! You can't do this or that!" She pushed the soldier against him, shook him hard, and said, "Open your dog eyes! This is Doctor Lin! This is the general's..."
Seeing that Lin Yue'e had taken action, the people around her were afraid that the matter would get out of hand, so they stepped forward to persuade her: "Forget it! Forget it! It's not easy for everyone. Everyone has their own difficulties..."
Amid the noise, Lin Meiju was squeezed out. Seeing the food box placed alone on the cart, she quietly walked over.
Soon, the noise attracted Chen Yue who was passing by.
The two gangs told him what had happened. Lin Meizhu nodded at him with her hands behind her back. She saw him talking to Lin Yue'e for a few words. The latter smiled and came over to Lin Meizhu and said, "Suozhu and the others went to Nanyang. These guys are new here and don't know much. They didn't mean to neglect you."
He walked forward with Lin Meizhu and said, "The general just rested. Chen Yue said he rarely falls asleep, so he might want you to wait a while. Hey, the general must be very happy to see you..."
Although this was Lin Meizhu's first time back, she noticed they seemed to be moving in circles, not in a straight line. A tall black tent surrounded the area they were hiding from. Numerous soldiers stood guard on all sides, their eyes sharp and vigilant. She could faintly hear the clanking of shovels and the occasional sound of someone pushing a cart filled with mud, seemingly building fortifications.
Lin Yue'e walked into the main tent carrying the food box, and when she came out, her smile had faded a lot. Although Shen Changfeng had eaten less in the past few days, he could at least eat a small half portion. But today, for some reason, he frowned and put down the bowl after taking two sips of soup.
Lin Yue'e said, "The general has woken up and is calling you in."
Lin Meiju lifted the tent door and walked in. A burst of heat hit her in the face. She was a little surprised. There was charcoal burning in the tent, and there was more than one pot. The closer to the bed, the warmer it was.
Shen Changfeng sat at the top, his black hair tied high, without a crown, wearing a snow-white middle garment, half covered with a brocade robe of the same color, making him look thin and tall, with a two-finger-wide soap-colored forehead band tied around his forehead, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, his white clothes were like pure snow, and his black belt was like ink marks. He looked tired and sick, but his handsome eyebrows and eyes still retained his heroic spirit and majesty.
Lin Meiju's eyes moved back and forth on his face twice, then slowly fell on the bowl of medicine on the table, and explained her intention.
Seeing her lingering eyes, Shen Changfeng had some expectations in his heart, but after listening to her story, he couldn't help but sigh: It turned out that she came to him for business.
Shen Changfeng endured the disappointment in his heart and interrupted her abruptly: "I know."
Lin Meiju was waiting for him to talk about the arrangements, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't continue speaking, so he interrupted abruptly, paused abruptly, then pursed his lips, raised the teacup and took a sip of tea.
Lin Meizhu carefully studied his expression and said, "Or, I'll write down the characteristics of the herbs I'm going to pick, and ask the patrolling soldiers to keep an eye out for them..."
Shen Changfeng paused for a moment, swallowing the itch in his throat. His answer remained concise, saying, "I know."
This meant that he would take care of it for her. Lin Meizhu nodded, but still did not leave. Suddenly she asked, "Chen Changfeng, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Changfeng stopped flipping through the documents, looked at her, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Lin Meizhu glanced at the square table and said, "The food on the table is untouched, and you haven't even drunk the soup. Are you feeling unwell?"
Shen Changfeng chuckled to himself. He longed for her concern, yet he resented her sudden thoughtfulness. He became anxious and worried, sensitive and suspicious, full of resentment. All his thoughts were drawn to her every move, and he himself was completely unaware of the abnormality in his body.
Shen Changfeng lowered his eyes, then looked at the letter, his tone flat, and said: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"
Lin Meizhu replied: "No, I am concerned about you."
"Are you worried about me, or are you worried that I might collapse at this moment?"
"I……"
Shen Changfeng interrupted her: "Staying in Fancheng is my own choice. If you want me to feel better at this last moment, there is no need."
Lin Meizhu felt that he was a little crazy and said, "I felt your pulse last night...it was very wrong."
Shen Changfeng's tone was a little light, as if he was joking, "In your opinion, can I still be saved?"
Lin Meizhu said truthfully: "I can't save you, but there is someone who may be able to."
"who?"
"The seventh day."
Shen Changfeng's face instantly darkened. He felt the blood boiling in his chest when he heard the name, and even the faint red line under her clothes was scorching. Even at this time! This woman was still poking at his lungs! Rubbing salt into his wounds!
Lin Meizhu's words clearly angered Shen Changfeng. He drank the bowl of soup in one gulp, then slammed the bowl down with a clang. He said angrily, "I'm fine! Don't worry about me!"
After saying this, he turned his back and studied the hanging map with his hands behind his back. At the same time, a report came from outside the military tent.
Shen Changfeng turned around slightly, as if he just realized that Lin Meizhu had not left. He raised his eyebrows, and his ashen face showed: Is there anything else?
Lin Meiju looked at the empty bowl, breathed a sigh of relief, shook her head, turned around and walked out.
The moment the tent was lowered, Shen Changfeng clutched his chest. His legs gave out, and he stumbled forward, leaning against the back of a chair as he spat out a mouthful of black blood. Stars continued to flicker before his eyes, and he closed his eyes tightly, letting out a breath of foul air.
He had thought yesterday that Lin Meizhu was going to ask him... Now thinking back, Shen Changfeng couldn't believe that he had come up with such a ridiculous and outrageous idea. He was really crazy.
In such a fragile moment, he actually looked towards the direction of the tent. When he heard the footsteps, his eyes gradually brightened.
Qingsong, who had walked into the military tent, saw this scene and cried out in surprise, "General!"
Shen Changfeng whispered, "Shut up!" Even as he spoke, his eyes once again flicked towards the tent, where only the sound of the wind rustled. Unable to tell whether he felt more lost or relieved, he silently averted his gaze.
If I leave her, I will be far away from happiness, but if I continue to stay with her, she will suffer. If I leave, she will be better than staying with me, and live a happier and more cheerful life.
As he thought about this, the familiar pain tore through his chest again, and his left arm felt sore, weak, and numb. He lost consciousness for a short time, and Shen Changfeng fell to his knees with a "bang".
Qingsong hurried over and helped the man up. He felt that the pool of blood on the ground was really shocking. He said, "I'll go get a doctor!"
This time Shen Changfeng didn't say to just take it easy, or maybe it was just due to fatigue, he just used one sentence to pull Qingsong back.
"The army is about to march. At this critical moment, it is not appropriate to shake the morale of the troops."
Shen Changfeng felt that the string in his body had been stretched to the extreme. Before the life-and-death battle between the two armies, he had to arrange everything properly to ensure that nothing could go wrong.
Qingsong's face turned pale upon hearing this, in shock and confusion. He had no idea Shen Changfeng's condition had reached this point. His first reaction was suspicion, but Shen Changfeng was pale, with blood still lingering at the corners of his mouth. He was breathing out, but not in, looking like a large, sick cat. Qingsong knew that concealing the situation was the best strategy at this moment. If the news spread, even without the rebels attacking, the soldiers and horses that had been temporarily mobilized would be in a state of panic!
But after more than ten years of friendship, how could Qingsong just ignore it? He gritted his teeth and said, "No, I have to go call the doctor. No matter what else, curing the disease is the most important thing..."
In extremely tense situations, people's hearts are easily disturbed. Shen Changfeng's strategy this time is extremely dangerous. He is most afraid of seeing those around him act impulsively. He took a few breaths and said in a deep voice, "Go and call Chen Yue!"
Qingsong was about to say something else when Shen Changfeng shouted, "Go!"
Qingsong ran out with burning eyes. Not long after, Chen Yue walked in quickly. Before he could stop, he heard Shen Changfeng say, "If I die, there is no need to carry my coffin back to my hometown. You can just bury me here."
Chen Yue suddenly looked up and said in horror: "General!"
"Since I left Beijing, I have never thought of going back, even if I die."
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