Despite Ying Mingcheng's repeated attempts to keep her, Mu Huaixi moved back to the cave in the People's Medical Hospital the next day. Although last night was wonderful, love was particularly incompatible on this battlefield.
She didn't want to live with him and her, not only because she didn't want to be special, but also because she didn't want to worry about him all the time. Unlike her who was behind the front line, Ying Mingcheng had to go to the battlefield, and he had to go to the most dangerous places to carry out missions from time to time.
Instead of letting her live in fear every night in Ying Mingcheng's room, it would be better to let her stay with her companions, at least she will feel more at ease.
Ying Mingcheng didn't force it. It was already a pleasant surprise to see Xiaoxi here. Which wife would go to the front line out of fear that her husband would follow her?
Although his colleagues didn't say anything, their envy was evident from their eyes. Ying Mingcheng even deliberately found an opportunity to strike up a conversation with Huo Zhiwu, "I heard your wife is coming over too? Can she be assigned to our group?"
"Yes, the second batch." Huo Zhiwu grew up with him, but he didn't know he could be secretly proud. He thought he really cared about him, so he answered seriously, "It depends on the medical arrangements. The chances of them coming here are slim."
Ying Mingcheng nodded, "That's right. The battle line is so long, whether we can meet depends on fate."
Huo Zhiwu sensed something was wrong and glanced at him calmly, "Well, it does require fate."
"Indeed," Ying Mingcheng's lips lifted involuntarily. He contentedly took out a few medicine sachets and distributed them to his colleagues nearby. "These are the insect repellent sachets my wife made. Take them."
"Sister-in-law?"
"Hahahahaha, when did Lao Ying become so cultured?"
"He must have been influenced by my sister-in-law. She's a Chinese medicine practitioner. If she had just put some of the medical books she read into Old Ying's ears, hey, he would have definitely been a top scholar back then."
Ying Mingcheng glared and said, "I was the top scholar back then."
"Yes, yes, martial arts champion!"
Huo Zhiwu held the medicine bag and looked at it for a long time before he realized that Ying Mingcheng was showing off! He realized it later, but it was not because his mind was not yet fully aware of it, but because he really did not expect that the usually calm Ying Mingcheng could do such a thing!
Although Mu Huaixi's identity was not directly pointed out, she did receive a lot of care. Mu Tou would send her fruits picked from the forest every now and then. When the war eased a little, the soldiers with pierced ears would catch prey and barbecue it. She and the doctors and nurses also had a rare hot meal.
But war is the main theme here.
Soon the soldiers became busy again. The sound of gunfire on the front line continued day and night, and Mu Huaixi and the others also became busy, taking turns day and night to clean and treat the wounded.
She had been busy for three or four days and finally got the chance to have a good sleep. In a daze, she felt someone hugging her, rough big hands kneading her earlobes, and warm breath blowing on her cheeks.
"Xiao Xi..."
A soft call woke her from her sleep, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and she couldn't lift them up at all.
The person who called her laughed softly, and his warm palm brushed her cheek, her eyes, and her forehead, "Go to sleep."
"Hmm," Mu Huaixi responded blankly. When he woke up, he found a note beside him, which was left by Ying Mingcheng.
He went out on another mission.
Mu Huaixi suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart. She hurried to the front of the cave, only to find that the bustle of the previous few days had disappeared. Except for the soldiers and the wounded who stayed behind, all the officers and soldiers had left.
"Is there any mission?" Mu Huaixi's heart was pounding. He grabbed a familiar-looking soldier and asked, but when he saw that the other party's face suddenly turned red, but he pursed his lips and said nothing, he knew that his question was too abrupt.
Mu Huaixi let go, smiled at the other person apologetically, and slowly walked back to the cave where the medical clinic was.
The front line was busy and they had no time to rest. All the medicines in stock were used up. Before new medicines were delivered, they could only rely on the ointments made by her and Kangwa.
Only then did she understand why she and Kangwa were assigned here.
This is the deepest part of the front line, a sharp knife piercing the enemy's heart, but it is also the farthest place from the rear and the most difficult section for transporting military supplies.
Qin Wenlong came in with a basket of herbs and frowned as he said to the people who were processing them, "I heard that it rained a few days ago and washed away the bridge over the river ahead. They said they need to repair a floating bridge, and it will probably take another three to five days."
"Three to five days," Mu Huaixi frowned. This should be the best case scenario, but it has been raining continuously recently, and it is unknown when the floating bridge can be repaired, and when transportation can be resumed.
Kangwa slowly stirred the earthenware pot in front of him, the smoke from the charcoal fire covering up the aroma of the medicine. Then he slowly said, "What we lack most now is not medicine, but bandages and gauze."
Mu Huaixi nodded. With her and Kangwa there, and the soldiers in the cave helping to collect herbs, they quickly managed to get out a few jars of medicine, which was enough to last for a while.
But bandages and gauze are consumables and there is no way to get them locally.
Nurse Zou, who was helping to process the herbs, frowned and discussed with the medics and other nurses, "There's still cotton cloth in the cave. Although the thread count is a bit low, it can still be used after boiling."
"If they're used and not too dirty, you can cook them..." The other person rolled his eyes as soon as he opened his mouth. The wounded here were not like the minor injuries and pains encountered in the hospital on a daily basis. All those who were carried off the battlefield and sent here were seriously injured.
A young man was sent here yesterday, and the blood stained the stretcher red. If Mu Huaixi hadn't stopped the bleeding immediately with a golden needle, half of his body would have bled out.
Kangwa didn't mind. He hesitated and stirred the clay pot. "Let's collect them first, clean them and dry them in the sun, just in case."
Mu Huaixi also felt that preparations should be made in advance. It was unknown when the floating bridge would be completed, so they had to be prepared for the tight schedule in the future.
After discussing it among themselves, they all took action to prepare medicine, recycle and clean up, everything was done in an orderly manner.
What followed was continuous rain, and the pontoon bridge could not be repaired. Not only did they lack medicine, but food was also gradually becoming scarce. After all, the large army took most of the reserve food with them when they set out, but they did not expect that the supply would be cut off because the rain washed away the bridge.
The soldiers who stayed here started to go out hunting. Mu Huaixi and the others hurriedly made a batch of insect repellent and obstacle-avoiding medicine powders to prevent more people from getting injured before they could replenish their food.
After being busy for more than half a month, a car finally arrived here. Mu Huaixi thought that the supplies had arrived, but unexpectedly he received a transfer notice.
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