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In the winter of the 16th year of Jingde, the Turkic cavalry approached like a dark cloud.

They rode strong war horses, wore leather armor, held sharp scimitars in their hands, and were aggressive. They burned, killed, and looted villages and cities in the northern border, and shouted that they wanted to massacre the Central Plains.

The only heterosexual king of the Jin Dynasty, the Prince of Yan, was conferred the title of General Pingyuan in front of the palace and led an army of 300,000 to attack the northern border.

Flags were flying, fighting was going on, and the sounds of horse hooves, weapons clashing, and war shouts were intertwined into one.

After three months of hard fighting, the sky above the snow-covered northern border battlefield was filled with lingering smoke and the smell of blood, and finally there came news that the Turks were willing to withdraw their troops and seek peace.

In a makeshift camp for wounded soldiers in the Northern Frontier military camp, occasionally a lucky body would be carried in, just pulled back from the battlefield, covered in blood and still breathing, but rarely were unfortunate bodies carried out.

The cold wind was howling and the hawks were circling.

The lighting in the wounded soldiers' camp was good enough, and the air was filled with the smell of herbs and wet soil. Many simple wooden beds were placed there, one meter apart, and busy military doctors were shuttling between them.

The wounded soldiers lay on their beds, their faces pale from blood loss, bandages wrapped around their wounds, stained with blood.

There was a soldier who went to the battlefield for the first time and cried, "Doctor Ye, my life is in your hands. You must save me. I am only fifteen. When I came out, my family had already found a beautiful girl in the village for me. I still want to go back and get married."

The soldier in the bed next to him was quite envious when he heard this: "It would be nice to have a wife. My family is poor and we can't afford to have a wife. There are only me and my mother left at home. My father was captured and died on the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang when I was a child. Now I'm here again. I don't know how worried my mother is at home. If I die, she will starve to death."

Ye, the Divine Doctor Guici, who is about fifty years old, has slightly messy hair and a goatee tied into a small tuft that curls upwards. As long as he glares, he can immediately perform a blowing and glaring performance.

He pulled the old sleeves that were frayed from washing onto his arms, and swiftly took out a bottle of transparent liquid from the worn and smooth medicine box beside him. He grasped the injured arm of the crying soldier with one hand, peeled off the cork with the other hand, and poured the liquid on the wound.

Ow—

Suddenly, a soul-stirring scream was heard!

Ye Guici glared and said, "Why are you howling? This is a good thing my master gave me. Use it to wash the wound and apply medicine, so that the wound will not easily become infected and fester. Don't worry, my master is here. As long as your head is not torn apart or one leg steps into the gates of hell, she will snatch your life back from the palace of Hades!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already swiftly sprinkled medicine on the soldier's wound, tied a bandage on it, picked up the medicine box and walked to the next bed.

The wounded soldiers all looked in the direction of Master Ye Shenyi with eyes of reverence, as if they were looking up to a god.

Everyone had no doubt about what Doctor Ye said. There were several seriously injured soldiers here who were pulled back from the brink of death by Doctor Ye's master.

Ye Guici's master was a woman with white hair. She was wearing a plain white square-collared jacket and a plain white horse-faced skirt. The front and hem of her skirt were embroidered with some simple and elegant chrysanthemums in white silk thread, and stained with blood.

She had her hair tied up in a bun, a few fine wrinkles on her forehead, a little sweat on her face, and her arms were tied with bandages. She was bending over to clean the wound of a seriously injured soldier who had just been brought in.

But the smooth white hair exposed outside the headscarf did not match her slender and graceful figure like a young girl.

I don’t know how old she is.

"Ye Guici!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in, and a thin man in green clothes opened the tent and rushed in. He ran straight to Ye Guici, grabbed his hand and tried to drag him out: "Come with me! I need your help!"

Ye Guici had just changed the bandage on a soldier's leg injury and was still wrapping a bandage on his hand. He was dragged like this and almost pulled the soldier's leg off the bed. He quickly loosened the bandage and said to the soldier, "Tie it yourself!"

She turned around and yelled at the man, "Hey! Hua Manxi! You little bastard! Are you asking me to save you, or are you here to take my life?!"

He was dragged a few steps outside, stamped his feet and yelled, "Medicine box! Medicine box!"

The man named Hua Manxi pulled Ye Guici back, picked up Ye Guici's medicine box with one hand, and rushed out again in a hurry.

Only the echo of Ye Guici's voice was left in the tent: "Master, please be busy first! I will be back soon!"

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Ye Guici was pulled by Hua Manxi and trotted all the way to the outside of the right general's tent. The soldiers who were waiting anxiously at the door saw Ye Guici, and the worry on their faces eased a little: "Doctor Ye, come quickly!" They lifted the curtain and led Ye Guici and Hua Manxi into the tent.

Ye Guici knew who needed help before he could even catch his breath.

What's more, Fan Xingyang's hoarse voice was shouting: "Mr. Ye! Hurry up and save that bastard Liang Qixing! I have thick skin and tough flesh, but this pretty boy insisted on coming to block the knife for me, and now he is lying here half dead! I really want to scold him to wake him up!" While scolding, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Right General Liang Qixing was born into a family of civil officials and had the ambition to join the army since childhood. He was the brother of Prince of Yan Pei Yi, who wore open-crotch pants, and was also his capable right-hand man.

Unlike the brave Left General Fan Xingyang, Liang Qi’s charity was ingenious and he was a promising general.

If something happened to him, not to mention the usually calm military advisor Hua Manxi who would be so anxious and reckless, even Prince Pei Yi of Prince of Yan would be panicked.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the bed, he saw Pei Yi wearing a bloody armor, with an untidy beard and panda-like dark circles under his eyes that could not hide his worry. He was sitting nervously on the edge of the bed, his fists clenched and his knuckles protruding.

Seeing Ye Guici coming, he stood up quickly and gave him the stool. His chapped lips moved and he said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Ye, please save his life!"

Only then did Ye Guici clearly see the situation on the bed - Liang Qixing was lying on the bed covered in blood, with his right arm and shoulder hanging by only a piece of flesh, which could be severed with a slight pull. A circle of cloth was roughly wrapped around his shoulder to stop the bleeding, and there was a hole at the position of his heart that was bleeding. He washed away all the hemostatic powder that was hastily sprinkled around.

With just one glance, Ye Guici knew that only his master could take over this hot potato.

He turned around and said to the people in the tent, "Go, someone, go to the wounded camp and call my master over! Go!"

Pei Yi, covered in blood, stood up and rushed out. Hua Manxi's skills were just for show, and Fan Xingyang only had brute force, so his legs and feet were naturally not as good as his.

So, when the people in the wounded camp saw Military Advisor Hua dragging Doctor Ye away like a gust of wind, and before they could come to their senses, they saw General Pei rushing in like a gust of wind and dragging Doctor Ye's master away as well.

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Xie Zhichan didn't know if he had violated any taboo today. He had just saved the life of a wounded soldier who had just been carried back, and was packing up his medicine box to get ready for the next bed.

Suddenly a gust of wind came and blew her away. Oh, it wasn't the wind. To be precise, it was a rough man covered in blood.

The rough man carried her on his shoulders, holding her medicine box in one hand, and shook her so hard that she almost vomited her breakfast.