Prince, kneel down quickly, the lady can't run away

"Now is not the time to discuss love affairs. The country comes first, then the family. The general died of illness before the battle even started. It would be more glorious for him to die on the battlefield. For the Nanman, it would be winning without fighting. Why don't you let me try? It would be a humiliation for the soldiers outside our camp and even for the dynasty. In front of the country, Wenjiu is just a grain of sand, not worth mentioning. I know that my coming here is also a gift from the emperor, so I also want to do something for the people. I am also afraid of death, but I can't because my grandfather is from a military family." Wenjiu's pale face turned red because of the passionate words

"What nonsense are you talking about? Even if we have to be here, shouldn't I, the young master of the general's mansion, be here? You should go back quickly, otherwise, otherwise..." Su Jinxiu's eyes were red, and he pulled her to prevent her from getting close to the main tent.

"Brother, if you knock me out again today, I will not forgive you. Go help Fu Yichen. He really needs help in the city," Wen Jiu said as gently as possible.

"But you can help, don't you know how ugly your face is? I don't agree." Su Jinxiu shook his head. The Xiaoyao fan was pinned to his waist. He held her with both hands.

"Brother, you and I are different. I was sent by the emperor and cannot leave here unless necessary. Moreover, I also hope that the prince can get better and conquer the southern barbarians as soon as possible, so that I can go back earlier. Brother, you believe me, I will cure the prince. I know you will not agree to return to the capital now, so you wait for rescue in the city and come with the herbs, okay? Brother, we can't delay any longer. I'm sorry, brother." After Wen Jiu finished speaking, Xuan Ling knocked Su Jinxiu unconscious from behind.

"Thank you, Governor." Wen Jiu forced a smile.

"You are quite good at ordering people around. By the way, remember to tell me when the prince wakes up." After saying that, he asked Chang'an to help the fainted Su Jinxiu walk to the carriage...

Wen Jiu hurried into the tent. When he entered, he saw Xiao Jue, who was covered in chickenpox and looked dead. He slowly opened his eyes as if he had a premonition that someone would come in. He seemed to see Wen Jiu. She didn't look very well. Wasn't she in the city? How could she come here? She must be dreaming. He gently pulled open the corners of his dry mouth and smiled.

"I've never seen someone who can laugh in this state, it's so ugly." Wen Jiu's voice had just fallen, and his eyes, which looked like dead ashes, were full of light. "Who are you scolding for asking you to return to the barracks?"

"Okay, lie down and rest. When you get better, there are many things for you to do." Wen Jiu stopped arguing with her.

Qinglong, who was kneeling on the ground, did not expect the arrival of Wenjiu. "Miss Wen should not come here," Qinglong had a complicated feeling in his heart, and felt that the arrival of Wenjiu brought him peace of mind.

"This is the protective clothing I brought for you. You did a good job, but the mask is not good enough. I'll give it to you to wear." After saying that, Wen Jiu asked Xuan Ling to get the protective clothing and medical mask he got from Xiao Jiujiu for him to change into, and he also put it on. He asked Xuan Ling to go out and guard the door, and told her, "No one is allowed to come in. Only you and Qingfeng can make the medicine, and it cannot be passed through anyone else's hands. You must be cautious, and the situation inside cannot be disclosed to anyone. Whoever dares to trespass will be executed on the spot. We must be strict. Can you do it, Xuan Ling? Remember to tell Qingfeng, go ahead."

What Miss Wen is talking about is called a mask? It is quite convenient and fits the face better to block the virus from invading. But can Miss Wen really cure the master? Although she is a martial arts expert, does she have medical skills?

Wenjiu was unsure, but she couldn't show it. She asked Qinglong to rest first and recuperate. Qinglong didn't refuse and went to the side tent to take a nap. At this time, Wenjiu looked at the unconscious Xiao Jue and asked Xiao Jiujiu, "Is it chickenpox?" This is what the ancients called smallpox, but nowadays there are vaccines. How should the disease be treated?

"Yes, I don't know if the vaccination will have much effect now, so let's reduce inflammation first. Master, do you know how to give injections?"

"It should be possible, right? Infusion will be faster, right? Then get the medicine for me and I'll give it to him." Wenjiu's hands were shaking a little when she was holding those things. How could she do that? Her hands wouldn't shake even when she was killing someone, so she couldn't shake at this time. He would wake up after inserting it into the blood vessel. It was very simple, Wenjiu comforted herself. After doing it again and again, she finally succeeded. Wenjiu's tense nerves finally relaxed. She hadn't rested at all since she got up, and coupled with her physical discomfort, she asked Xiaojiujiu for another painkiller and took it.

When the last bottle of water was finished, Wenjiu pulled out the needle and put it away. He also asked Xiaojiujiu to come up with a preventive method for chickenpox that the ancients could accept.

"I understand, Master. You should take a rest first. Your body..."

Wen Jiu suddenly remembered that it was time to change her menstrual belt, so she quickly changed it. There was no place to throw it, so she quickly asked Xuan Ling to take it out and deal with it.

Wenjiu was a little groggy because of the medicine he had taken. He felt a little stuffy in his mouth and nose, so he took off the mask with one hand. He dazedly touched his forehead, but it was not hot. Fortunately, he did not reject it. I was afraid that he would have an allergic reaction to the anti-inflammatory and suppurative drugs. I didn't have the time or the conditions to test them one by one, so I could only give him an IV drip first.

Wen Jiu couldn't hold on any longer, so she sat on the stool beside the bed and leaned against the bed, her eyes blurry. She felt like she had forgotten something, but her eyelids couldn't hold on any longer and she fell asleep.

When Qinglong woke up, it was already dark. She looked at the food on the side and it seemed that Miss Wen had not eaten at all. She looked forward and saw that Miss Wen had taken off the protective equipment she mentioned, the mask. She hurriedly called her, but there was no response. She reached out to shake her arm and found that Miss Wen was very hot all over. "Miss Wen, Miss Wen, wake up, do you have a fever? Your whole body is very hot."

"Oh, it's okay, I just didn't get enough rest. Come over and see Xiao Jue." Wen Jiu moved his legs a step away and quickly touched the mask on his mouth. Oh no, when did she take off the mask? He quickly stood up weakly, went to find his own mask and put it on to keep a distance from Qinglong. "Qinglong, you'd better stay away from me and wear protection..."

"Miss Wen, the master is no longer feverish, but there are so many needle holes on her hands." Qinglong wiped Xiao Jue's hands.

Wenjiu looked embarrassed. It was she who did the acupuncture, but she couldn't say it. She just said, "This is my ancestral acupuncture."

"Miss Wen, lunch is useless. It's time for dinner now. I'll ask Qingfeng to get something over here. Miss Wen, let me take your pulse."

"It's okay, I'm also a doctor, I know my own body"

"Thank you for your hard work. Tell me about Xiao Jue's condition. I'll come and take a look."