Strictly speaking, Tang Yiming's guess was not wrong. In a sense, the current Yan Qing was indeed backed up by his future self.

In her previous life, she watched the things she cared about being lost one by one, but she was still being manipulated like a fool. She saw the most vicious people in the world and experienced the most painful and hopeless torture. Now she has lived a new life.

The way of looking at problems is naturally different from before.

The high-spirited and upright General Yan had died in the fire in the cold palace.

"It's hard to survive, but I'm more afraid of death than you think."

Yan Qing said with a smile, but Meng Shulan's nose felt sore.

Four years ago, she discovered signs of activities of the Xirong army, went deep into the army alone, and came back with a narrow escape. Years ago, she was surrounded by the Xirong army, and fell into a coma for three months after being rescued.

If you say you are afraid of death, you will never do it next time...

She always said the same thing, but she always broke her promise when it came to her own life and death.

"I hope you mean it this time."

Meng Shulan turned her eyes away and said in a calm voice. The hand on her side was clenched and shaking, and she restrained her urge to raise her hand and pull her into his arms.

Maybe his uncle was right. He was too weak to protect her from countless open and hidden arrows. This time he was in charge, which was his chance.

Meng Shulan's heart was full of complexity, and Tang Yiming's heart was filled with sadness as well.

The people in the capital only saw the invincible victory of the Yan family army. How could they know how many lives were behind this victory?

Tang Yiming lowered his eyes, wiped his face, quickly mixed the ground medicine powder with the concoction, and blasted Meng Shulan away, breaking the dull atmosphere in the room: "Okay, okay, it's not over yet." Then he continued.

He said to Yan Qing, "General, let me first check the extent of your wound and see if you need to stitch it up again. If there is no problem, just apply ointment."

Yan Qing nodded when he heard the words, and Tang Yiming was unambiguous. He raised the scissors and put them on Yan Qing's clothes. Meng Shulan held him down: "What are you doing?"

Tang Yiming looked at Meng Shulan's suddenly fierce and leering eyes, sighed helplessly, and gave him a roll of his eyes: "The wound is open and bleeding so much, it must be stuck with the wound now, in order to avoid it again.

Injury, of course, is to cut it directly?"

Meng Shulan glanced at Yan Qing and pulled Tang Yiming aside: "Come here."

Tang Yiming held the scissors in one hand and held it empty in the other when he was pulled aside by Meng Shulan. After making sure that Yan Qing was not paying attention, he gave Meng Shulan an elbow and said in a low voice: "I am a doctor, you kid can't be like this."

Are you guarding me?"

Meng Shulan was choked by Tang Yiming's straightforward words and glared at him, but she really said in a sultry tone: "We should persuade Sister Xiaoyou to come back."

Tang Yiming rolled his eyes at him: "I found that something is wrong with you today, your brain is as if it was eaten by a dog. Only our generals are straight-minded, so they can't find it, otherwise you will definitely expose the secret, and you will be blamed later.

I won’t carry it for you.”

Meng Shulan glanced at him and said nothing.

I was really stimulated by Wen Zhemao tonight. When I thought that he had this idea for Ah Qing, and maybe there were even many Kangduli who had this idea, I couldn't help myself.

As a result, she still dared to mention the past.

Meng Shulan cast a faint glance at Yan Qing's back, let go of the soup, rubbed her face, took a deep breath, turned around and left the room: "I'll go out and be quiet."

Tang Yiming glanced at Meng Shulan's back helplessly and shook his head.

If it weren't for the matter between the Marquis and General Yan Xiu, he would probably have planned a showdown this year, right?

After all, the general is getting haircut this year and is at the age to propose marriage.

I'm afraid it will be difficult if something like this happens now.

Thinking like this, Tang Yiming took the scissors and returned behind Yan Qing, only to hear Yan Qing say quietly: "Am I really confused?"

Tang Yiming trembled when he heard the words, and his whole body froze, but he quickly reacted, and while cutting off the clothes on Yan Qing's shoulders, he said politely: "Well, it's not that the brothers are hiding anything from you, General, it's just that everyone is

There is a secret! General, please be kind and stop asking, right?"

"Do you think I'm willing to listen to your nonsense?"

Yan Qing snorted coldly and said nonchalantly, "I don't care about your private affairs, but if it involves concealing military information, when I find out one day, I will skin you and hang you on the city gate for public display."

Hearing this familiar threat, Tang Yiming curled his lips: "General, isn't this too bloody? What should I do if I scare the people in the city?"

"Um?"

As soon as he heard Yan Qing's raised word, Tang Yiming's heart trembled, and he immediately changed his words: "We have not concealed the military situation, are we still afraid of you, general, skinning it in public? Tsk, it was all led by that boy Meng Shulan, his brain is gone

It’s no longer working.”

Yan Qing sneered: "I think your brain is not good, but it won't hinder your sharp tongue."

Unexpectedly, facing Yan Qing's ridicule, Tang Yiming felt not ashamed but proud and said: "That's right, don't look at who I am? I can be Mr. Tang in the Er County Guard Forward Battalion! There is no me in the entire forward battalion.

You can't resist. Of course, except for you, general, I don't dare."

Yan Qing was angry and funny: "I think it's unfair to ask you to be a military doctor. You should be allowed to go to the city gate to scold me."

"That's not possible. I can't take away Lao Mo's job, can I?"

Tang Yiming kept talking, but his hands were fast and steady, and he cut the material of Yan Qing's injured area in two or two strokes. The hideous wound stretched diagonally from his left shoulder, which was as long as a palm.

At this time, the wound opened, and the little finger-wide opening was opened, and the blood that had not yet dried was glowing with a dull watery light under the candlelight.

When Tang Yiming saw this, his brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan", and he stopped trying to joke with Yan Qing: "You are too messy. Not only did the original wound collapse, but it also caused a second tear, and two more

Don’t want your whole left hand this time.”

"Can it be cured?"

Yan Qing asked in a low voice.

She always used guns, and if she lost one hand, her strength would be greatly reduced. But if the emperor had seen the clues about the situation at that time, she might have lost more than just one left hand.

Tang Yiming pondered for a moment and replied: "After the stitches are bandaged, don't move your left arm for three months. Once the wound has scabbed, rest for another three to five months, and then everything will be fine."

Yan Qing frowned when he heard this: "It's too long. Isn't there a faster way?"

"If you don't want to make mistakes, these hours are necessary."

Tang Yiming said while cleaning Yan Qing's wounds with the prepared concoction, "Maybe you can ask my master to see. Isn't he treating the old man in your house? You can let him think of a solution, but

I guess when he sees your wound, he will scold you first."

"It's a good deal to get better soon after being scolded."
Chapter completed!