Despite his frail condition, he projected composure.
Cheng Qingyuan walked into the tent, looking somewhat embarrassed. He clasped his fists and said, "General, I am incompetent. That doctor..."
"She is unwell and unable to come and see you."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuhan frowned slightly, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he did not reveal too much emotion.
He raised his eyes to look at Cheng Qingyuan, his tone still calm: "In that case, there is no need to force her. Her health is more important."
Cheng Qingyuan felt a little relieved when he saw that Shen Yuhan was not angry.
He continued, "General, this doctor is indeed very skilled. If she gets better, he might be able to help."
"But right now..."
He paused, as if he didn't know how to continue.
Shen Yuhan nodded slightly, indicating that he didn't need to explain any more. There was a hint of fatigue in his tone: "This matter is settled. You can go down first. I will rest for a while."
Cheng Qingyuan nodded in agreement and walked out.
Shen Yuhan leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and his breathing became a little steadier.
However, his mind was never at peace.
The doctor's name was Fang Qingyue.
The name stirred ripples in his ears.
He couldn't help but chew the name over and over in his mind. The feeling of déjà vu made him feel uneasy.
He even had a vague feeling that this Doctor Fang might be related to Fang Qingyue, whom he had lost for many years.
Although Shen Yuhan had experienced countless battles on the battlefield and the flash of swords and the shadows of sabers had never shaken him in the slightest, whenever he thought of Fang Qingyue, a slight pain would always arise in the softest part of his heart.
He was unwilling to admit that he still couldn't let her go, but the memories that were deeply engraved in his heart during those years had never been truly erased.
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