The military doctor, with a solemn expression, focused intently on administering acupuncture treatment, the silver needles in his hands gleaming coldly in the flickering candlelight.
He precisely pierced the boy's acupoints, each needle imbued with his complete focus.
After finishing the acupuncture, he quickly turned around, picked up the pestle, and vigorously ground the herbs in the mortar, filling the air with their aroma.
Next, he poured the ground herbs into a medicine pot, added water, lit the fire, and patiently stirred it, each movement methodical and meticulous, not daring to make the slightest mistake.
Qin Qianluo stood quietly by her side, her hands unconsciously clasped together, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Her gaze never left the little boy; time seemed to stand still, each second feeling incredibly long.
Finally, the little boy's breathing gradually calmed down, his previously rapid panting became even, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
Qin Qianluo's tense nerves instantly relaxed. She slowly stood up, let out a long sigh, and stretched out a big yawn.
All I could hear were the cracking and popping sounds from all my joints, as if protesting the long and tiring journey.
Then, with Yao Guang by her side, she dragged her leaden steps toward the room that General Liu had prepared for her.
Along the way, the sunlight shone on them, casting two long shadows.
The chirping of insects in the grass rose and fell, like a song being played, but Qin Qianluo had no heart to appreciate it.
Yao Guang followed closely behind Qin Qianluo, her eyes reddening with heartache as she looked at her master's haggard face.
Several times, she couldn't help but want to tell Qin Qianluo to take better care of her health, but she swallowed the words back.
She quietly shuffled her feet, afraid of disturbing Qin Qianluo.
Meanwhile, Lin Fu was also still awake. During this time, he had been like a tireless hunting dog, running around everywhere, not missing any suspicious corner.
With his keen insight and decisive action, he successfully apprehended many suspicious and problematic individuals.
After the magistrate's burial, he didn't even catch his breath before rushing into the interrogation room.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
In the dim light, Lin Fu sat in the main seat, his eyes sharp and fixed on the bound suspect in front of him, every glance seemingly able to pierce through the other's heart.
His face showed the fatigue of days of travel, but his eyes revealed a firmness and determination.
"Tell me, who exactly is the mastermind behind this? Where are they hiding?" Lin Fu's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the small interrogation room.
The suspect cowered, his eyes darting around.
He stammered, "Sir, I...I really don't know! Someone gave me some silver and told me to do whatever they wanted..."
Lin Fu frowned and slammed his hand on the table.
"You people, for a little bit of profit, you've become accomplices to evil! If you don't explain yourself clearly today, don't even think about leaving this room!"
However, these suspects were nothing more than low-level thugs who had been bribed with small favors.
They knew very little, and had absolutely no idea where the person behind the scenes was now.
Despite the meager results, Lin Fu still had no intention of giving up.
He firmly believed that as long as he persisted, he would eventually find the mastermind hiding in the darkness from these scattered clues.
Time flies like an arrow, and more than four months have passed since Qin Qianluo arrived at the border.
When they first arrived, the north wind was like a knife, but the soldiers stood firm in the bitter cold.
Their faces, red from the cold but still resolute, were deeply imprinted in Qin Qianluo's heart.
Throughout these long four months, Qin Qianluo kept the well-being of her soldiers constantly on her mind.
To ensure a long-term supply of warm clothing, she personally visited local markets and carefully examined the quality of each piece of fur.
The thickest and warmest ones were selected so that the soldiers could have a little more warmth in the biting cold wind.
She also set up factories and urged craftsmen to speed up the production of warm clothing.
From cutting the fabric to sewing, no detail is overlooked. They patiently guide the process, ensuring that every garment fits well and keeps the wearer warm.
Finally, everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and the little boy who had been rescued found a safe home with the help of everyone.
After discussing it with Lin Fu, Qin Qianluo decided to set off back to the capital.
The matter in Youzhou is drawing to a close, and there is little they can accomplish there if they stay. Meanwhile, there are many complex and thorny issues in the capital that await their attention.
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