Can a general do whatever he wants?

Zhao Ling got up from the bed when he received the news that Yan Yue was injured, and rushed to Nanhu Foreign Firm immediately.

Zhou Junye opened the door in a trance after hearing the knock.

"It turned out to be Zhao Ling, I was going to find you..."

Zhou Junye caressed the door rail with one hand, his face was pale.

"Why do you look so bad? Where is Yue Ye? How is he?"

"Cough cough."

Zhou Junye swallowed the discomfort in his throat and pointed to his back. "After...the back."

Zhao Ling pushed Zhou Junye away and entered the room eagerly.

What caught his eyes was rags soaked with blood, and there were some overturned medicines and used needles on the ground.

Yan Yue lay expressionless on the bed, and his arms were tied up casually with cloth pieces.

How could such a rough hemostasis technique stop the bleeding from the wound.

Zhao Ling resentfully looked at Zhou Junye, who was crawling on the door rail and looked disgusted, and trotted to Yan Yue's side, sat on the bed and untied the terrible gauze.

The moment the cloth was untied, the red turned-up flesh was exposed, which also made Zhao Ling's body tremble.

How could Master Yue be injured so badly?

Before he had time to think about it, he pushed his round eyes to greet Zhou Junye and said, "Why don't you make suture tools for Yue Ye?"

Zhou Junye suppressed the discomfort in his stomach, and handed the first-aid kit to Zhao Ling with his eyes closed.

"I don't know how to suture. I'm afraid of making Yue Ye's injury worse."

"waste."

Cursing, Zhao Ling opened the first aid kit, found the suturing tools and hurriedly disinfected them.

"Come here and light it up with a lighter."

"Come on, I feel sick to my stomach."

"Then don't look!"

"Okay, okay..." Zhou Junye took out a lighter from his pocket in embarrassment, turned his head and closed his eyes, and lit it for Zhao Ling.Because most of Nanhu's customers are interested in smoking cigars, he always carries a lighter with him.

Warm yellow flames danced in the air, Zhao Ling focused on Yan Yue's flesh, took the needle and stabbed into his skin one by one, not daring to be negligent.

Fainted Yan Yue felt the exceptional stinging pain in his hand and gasped.

"Master Yue?! You bear it!"

Zhao Ling pressed two fingers against the thin needle, steadying his trembling hands and continuing to sew up his wound.Yan Yue didn't make a sound after hearing this, and Zhao Ling finished suturing Yan Yue's wound as fast as possible.

Then he wiped the wound with iodine, took out a bundle of clean gauze and tied it around his arm to the palm of his hand.

After a while of operation, Zhao Ling could breathe a sigh of relief.

The gray-faced Yan Yue was in a very bad condition, and he said to Zhou Junye, who was still closing his eyes in fear, "Is the hospital in the town closed? Why don't you take him to the hospital because Yue Ye suffered such a serious injury."

"There is only one foreign hospital in the town. After the last battle, most of the doctors left. Who still works at night?"

"What about the pillow? Isn't he in town now?"

"How do I know? Pillow is startled by ghosts and ghosts, and his pharmacy has not been open for three days."

"What about the other things. Just deal with it casually, and it's better than what you're doing now."

"Go to save others."

"You are really trash."

"Hey! Zhao Ling, what's the matter with you?" Although Zhou Junye's status is not very high and he has a good temper, Zhao Ling always calls Zhou Junye a waste, but it doesn't mean he won't get angry.He turned his head and shouted at Zhao Ling angrily: "Can you blame me? I have done everything I can!"

"It's useless, you should take it to the battlefield to experience it."

"you!"

Just as Zhao Ling and Zhou Junye were arguing over the issue of treating Yan Yue, the unconscious Yan Yue suddenly said something.

"Don't be noisy."

"Master Yue? Master Yue, are you awake?"

Zhao Ling and Zhou Junye immediately stopped bickering and became concerned about Yan Yue's situation.

Yan Yue was so tired that he couldn't lift his eyelids, so he simply closed his eyes and asked them weakly, "Where's Chen Ming?"

Zhao Ling and Zhou Junye looked at each other, and Zhou Junye said, "Sister-in-law is with another gentleman."

"How long has it been?"

"Ok?"

"Since I came to the room to now."

Zhou Junye took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "Master Yue, it's been four or five hours."

"Has he... come to see me?"

Zhou Junye lowered his hand holding the pocket watch, his eyes drifted and he didn't know what to say. If his sister-in-law hadn't been here, Master Yue would be very sad.

silence.

Yan Yue opened his mouth lightly and asked again:

"Why don't you speak."

"Come here. After Yue Ye passed out, sister-in-law came, and she was very nervous and asked me to take good care of you."

Yan Yue evoked a faint smile, and fell asleep peacefully after the smile faded.

Zhou Junye held his mouth shut, and tugged at Zhao Ling's cuff with an aggrieved expression.

"Zhao Ling, Master Yue is asleep. Let's go."

"Why do you have such an expression?"

Zhao Ling followed Zhou Junye out of the guest room, leaving Yan Yue in a world of quiet rest.

"Zhao Ling..."

The more Zhou Junye talked, the more wronged he became, "Do you think sister-in-law doesn't like Yue Ye?"

Zhao Ling's eyes were full of doubts: "How is it possible, sister-in-law is good to Yue Ye. What are you thinking. By the way, sister-in-law, didn't you say that he has been here?"

"He's still in the other guy's room."

"another?"

"Well, a man with a difficult relationship."

"..." Zhao Ling patted Zhou Junye on the shoulder, "Xiao Zhou, don't think too much, being in another room doesn't mean that my sister-in-law doesn't like Yue Ye. I'm going to rest, you help me look at Yue Ye."

"it is good."

Saying goodbye to Zhao Ling, Zhou Junye moved a small bench and squatted outside Yan Yue's room. He sat on the small stool with his chest crossed and watched his small leather shoes slowly fall asleep.

When the cock crows in the morning, it is a new day in the town.

The news that an unknown woman stabbed the young master of the Yan family last night became the headlines today.The young man selling newspapers threw a stack of newspapers with Yan Yue's face on the street.

"You said that you not only have a good family background but also look good, it's really enviable."

Hearing that Yan Yue was injured, Han Ran dressed up and came to Nanhu Foreign Firm early in the morning to watch his good show.

Holding the newspapers of the day with both hands, Han Ran tsk-tsk at Yan Yue who was drinking porridge on the bed. "It's really well shot."

Yan Yue raised his eyes coldly, took half a mouthful of the salty porridge before lazily replying: "Your background is not bad."

After receiving Yan Yue's answer, Han Ran happily threw away the newspaper in his hand and threw it aside, "It's still no match for the Yan family. They have been in business for generations, and their father and grandfather are related to the party founders. Like me How can such a simple family of generals be compared."

Not wanting to listen to Han Ran's nonsense, Yan Yue changed the subject. "Do you know Jiangnan Manufacturing House?"

Han Ran blinked and didn't know why Yan Yue mentioned Jiangnan Manufacturing House: "Why did you mention that suddenly. Their family has long been in ruins."

"What are they for?"

Yan Yue took another sip of gruel.

Han Ran tapped the handle of the chair, raised his eyebrows and joked, "You want to know? I didn't expect that the dignified General Yan would have something he didn't know~"

"Don't say pull down."

Yan Yue turned his attention back to his salty porridge, and drank the rest in one gulp.

He didn't pay any attention to Han Ran's meaning.After he finished his porridge, he pulled on the quilt and was about to fall asleep.

Han Ran hurriedly grabbed Yan Yue's quilt with his hands in red and brown leather gloves, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you. I know about Jiangnan Manufacturing House. They were the place where military weapons were built for the former dynasty. Later they changed to weaving and manufacturing. Just paper."