Just then, the voice of the military doctor came from outside: "General, this girl's injury is internal, not external. Judging from the severity of the attack, I'm afraid there's no hope of saving her. Otherwise, I won't waste the medicine and labor and will just let her fend for herself."
Mo Ye was wiping his chest with a wet wipe when he heard this. His sharp brows furrowed, and he put pressure on the military doctor projected outside the tent: "I don't care what method you use, she must live for now."
"You still want to treat her? Since the general is reluctant to part with the sacred medicine, then why not... take General Yang's century-old ginseng and stew it into the medicine to preserve this young girl's vitality first, otherwise once that breath dissipates, it will be difficult to gather it back."
These days, which general on the front lines doesn't save up some life-saving medicine? They may be brave in battle, but very few can truly take life and death lightly and close their eyes with a smile.
The military doctor, while away, spared no effort in attracting Mo Ye's attention, hoping to buy Zheng Quchi time to steal the medicine.
They had secretly planned this beforehand, working together from the inside and outside. They deliberately chose to talk about things that Mo Ye cared about, to distract him and make him ignore the subtle movements that Zheng Quchi might make inside.
Mo Ye was reluctant to part with his own sacred medicine, but he had no such reservations about the precious life-saving medicine that others had treasured. He was always a reckless person, and as soon as he heard that he could save his own sacred medicine and temporarily save Zheng Quchi from the brink of death, he made a decision on the spot.
"That's settled then, Yang Xin. Take my orders to the main command tent and retrieve the old ginseng from the box on the top shelf that Yang Gu has placed there. Have the army doctor stew it."
Upon hearing this, guard Yang Xin immediately backed down. He tried to persuade him, "Sima, this is not a good idea. When General Yang returns and finds out that we took his ginseng without permission, he might fly into a rage."
But Mo Ye wasn't worried about Yang Gu at all. He and Yang Gu were like two frenemy friends. Even if Yang Gu found out, he would just be angry and come over to give him a good scolding.
"If I tell you to go, then go. Stop talking nonsense."
Inside the tent, Mo Ye angrily slapped the water with his palm, making a "splash" that startled Yang Xin. He dared not say anything more, quickly replied "Yes," and ran off to fetch the ginseng.
While the three of them were talking through the tent, Zheng Quchi finally felt a hard object in his clothes. After searching and looking through it for a long time, she discovered that there was something special inside his clothes.
A compartment was sewn into the slightly wide cuff, making it inconspicuous and discreet for storing items. She reached in and rummaged around, pulling out a brocade box about the size of four fingers held together.
However, this brocade box was not simple. It was locked with an exquisite copper lock. She tried it, and although it looked small and fragile, she couldn't pull it with brute force, nor could she bite it with her teeth. She didn't have any suitable tools at hand for the time being, so she really couldn't unlock it.
Unsure if it was a sacred medicine, she brought the brocade box to her nose and sniffed it; a faint scent of Chinese medicinal herbs wafted out.
Her eyes suddenly lit up.
This should be it.
Seeing that she had finally obtained the medicine that would save her life, she first put it in her bosom, then squatted down for a while, waiting for the right moment.
When she heard Mo Ye yelling impatiently at the guard named Yang Xin outside, she immediately put the old clothes back in their place.
Finally, following the same route, she tiptoed back to bed, pulled the covers up, closed her eyes, and restored everything to its original state.
"General, the ginseng has arrived."
Yang Xin ran over again, carrying a long box.
The army doctor's eyes darted around, and he snatched the item away: "Let me handle this ginseng. If you give it to the general, he'll just give it back to me anyway."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xin realized it was indeed true, so she watched helplessly as the military doctor took the old ginseng away and tucked it under his arm without saying a word to stop him.
Mo Ye also heard the conversation between the two people outside the tent, but didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Tonight, the weather is freezing cold, and it's a rare treat for him to take a hot bath. His wounds, which he hadn't been able to touch since his injury, have now scabbed over, and he's planning to relax properly.
After resting with his eyes closed for a while, he got up to dry himself. After changing into a new set of clothes and stepping out from behind the screen, the first thing he did was to rummage through the pockets of his dirty clothes.
But when he couldn't find his brocade box no matter how hard he searched, his expression suddenly changed.
He kicked over the screen, and his first reaction was to glare menacingly at the person on the bed.
He believed that Zheng Quchi had stolen the items, but then he saw her lying there quietly, her face ashen.
She was seriously injured; that was no lie. The military doctor had said her condition was not optimistic, and she had no chance of waking up, let alone getting out of bed like a normal person to steal medicine…
But now his holy medicine has vanished without a trace, and isn't she the prime suspect?
Mo Ye never makes judgments lightly, but at the same time, he is not easily fooled.
"Zheng Quchi, did you steal the sacred medicine?"
The person on the bed did not react, but the military doctor and guards who heard the commotion in the tent hurriedly lifted the curtain and rushed in.
"Sima, what's wrong?"
The military doctor, of course, knew what had happened. When he came in, he first glanced at Zheng Quchi and saw that she was lying there unharmed. He breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw Mo Ye walking toward the bed with a grim expression, his heart jumped again.
He immediately stepped forward and asked, "Sima, what happened?"
Mo Ye paused, then said in a deep voice, "Tell me, is she lying to me?"
"What do you mean?" the military doctor asked in surprise.
Is she really unconscious?
"Of course, does Sima think the old man is lying?" He widened his eyes, his beard bristling with anger, perfectly portraying the posture of someone who had been wronged.
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