Xiao Yunze laughed and raised his palm to look at it in the moonlight.
I don't know if it was because the moonlight was too dim or what, but I couldn't find the wound for a while...
Xiao Yunze put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, "Miss Song, I have something important to discuss with you."
As soon as the voice fell, Song Tingwan opened the curtain and said, "It's cold outside, come in and talk."
There were candles lit in all four corners of the tent, and Xiao Yunze, dressed in an indigo robe, lifted the curtain with one hand and walked in.
Her black hair was combed neatly and tied high on her head with a simple jade hairpin.
The bloody smell that had been there when they first met in the evening had long since disappeared, replaced by the faint fragrance that Song Tingwan was familiar with.
Song Tingwan folded her arms across her chest and looked him up and down, feeling surprised.
Why do I feel like he has become more handsome?
Is it because we haven’t seen each other for too long?
Song Tingwan tightened his coat and led him to sit at the table. After thinking for a moment, he looked at him suspiciously, "Are you really not injured? Are there no other wounds on your body?"
"It's okay, the wound has healed, but the palm of my hand still hurts a little." After saying that, Xiao Yunze lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down, then reached out and stroked the wrinkles on it. His whole body exuded a sense of nobility.
Song Tingwan: “…”
Well, she asked this question unnecessarily.
I never realized he was so...
All right.
Song Tingwan returned to the topic, "You just said you had something to discuss with me?"
Xiao Yunze glanced at her, picked up the kettle on the table and was about to pour water for her.
One second, two seconds...
The kettle was tilted as far as it could go, but there was not a drop of water.
Xiao Yunze froze for two seconds, then acted as if nothing had happened. He put the kettle back, straightened his posture, and said seriously, "Miss Song, I wonder if you can cure the strange disease of this soldier in the army?"
"That should be possible." Song Tingwan suppressed his laughter. "Wait a minute, are you thirsty? I boiled some water in a thermos during the day. If you're thirsty, I can pour you some."
"No need." Xiao Yunze remained calm and brought the subject back to the topic. "Miss Song, Brother Guan said the soldiers were infected by the miasma. I have also heard about the severity of the miasma, but the symptoms of those who have been infected seem to be similar."
"The symptoms of the soldiers infected this time are different. I wonder what you think about this, young lady?"
Song Tingwan pursed her lips and said, "After I arrived here during the day, I met Doctor Guan. I discussed the issue with him and also visited the patients in the various tents."
"It's definitely miasma. But this miasma is different from the usual ones. It's extremely vicious. Once you're infected, the symptoms develop very quickly, and there are several stages of illness, from mild to severe."
"Generally speaking, there will be a latent period after being infected by miasma, but..."
Noticing the confusion in his eyes, Song Tingwan paused and said, "To put it simply, they were infected with miasma in a place where it is basically impossible for miasma to exist. This disease is very severe and can be cured, but it may leave sequelae."
Hearing "can be cured", Xiao Yunze breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'll leave it to Miss Song! These people have sacrificed too much to protect Daqing. There is always a knife hanging over their necks. The most important thing now is to save their lives!"
"If you need anything, just let me know, and I'll ask Brother Guan to assist you."
"As for the source of this miasma." Under the table, Xiao Yunze's hands on his knees slowly tightened into fists. "I've ordered people to investigate. If someone did this on purpose, I will make him pay the price."
Song Tingwan placed her hands on the table, leaning slightly forward towards him, her eyes full of sincerity. "Xiao Yunze, don't worry and do what you should do. I will do my best to cure these patients! I've already given them medicine during the day. I'll observe their condition tomorrow morning. If there's no problem, we can proceed with further treatment."
The light in the tent was dim, and the two people's eyes were closely intertwined across a table.
The temperature in the air seems to be gradually rising.
Xiao Yunze's lips moved, and his warm palm slowly covered the cold fingers on the table, "Miss Song..."
"Master! I have something to report!" Zhuque's voice was very loud.
Song Tingwan suddenly pulled back his hand, his cheeks slightly hot, and he coughed twice to cover it up.
Xiao Yunze: "......"
For some reason, he hadn't seen Miss Song for many days. Now that the war had eased a bit and he had some free time, he wanted to reminisce about the past, but it seemed very difficult.
There is always a force hindering him...
Xiao Yunze glanced at the door and sighed quietly.
"Lady Goddess, is my master in there?"
Suzaku started shouting again outside the door.
Xiao Yunze stood up and fixed his gaze on Song Tingwan. His eyes were full of tenderness. He wanted to say something but held back. He only said, "Miss Song, go to bed early. See you tomorrow."
Song Tingwan's eyes flashed, and he stood up as well. "Well, you go ahead and get busy. Go to bed early, good night."
After Xiao Yunze left, Song Tingwan took off his coat and curled back up in his sleeping bag.
There was still some warmth on my left hand.
Song Tingwan buried his head in the quilt.
In the darkness, I tried to close my eyes and fall asleep, trying to control my heart which was beating faster and faster.
It doesn't work.
Song Tingwan lifted the quilt, revealing her head, and breathed in deep gulps of fresh air.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been stuck in the quilt for too long, but my whole face feels like it’s burning.
The contact with the cold air relieved the pain a little, and Song Tingwan just lay flat on his back, staring at the top of the tent, with many different images emerging in his mind.
The stern Xiao Yunze in armor, the Xiao Yunze who touched her head and whispered comforting words to her, the Xiao Yunze who pretended to be pitiful, a Xiao Yunze she had never seen before, and the Xiao Yunze whose eyes were filled with her...
Song Tingwan closed his eyes, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.
But why didn't he ask why she came here?
Don't you even ask her why she's here?
Isn't he curious?
Why isn't he surprised at all that I suddenly appeared?
Didn't he say he liked her? I thought he would be very surprised.
No, I'll ask him tomorrow.
As for those soldiers who were infected by the miasma, I wonder what will happen to them tomorrow.
She must cure them.
Otherwise, when the Wei Kingdom attacks, who will help Xiao Yunze fight?
The soldiers celebrating their victory in the distance dispersed, the noise gradually died down, and Song Tingwan also fell asleep in the silence.
On this side, as soon as Xiao Yunze came out of the tent, Zhuque came over.
Seeing his master's expressionless face, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, Zhuque couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Didn’t General Hou say that his master is in a good mood right now?
"What is it?"
The voice is cold and without warmth.
Zhuque suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing, and goose bumps appeared all over his body. He hurriedly said, "Sir, the general asked me to tell you that Lord Wei has returned and is in the main tent now."
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