Yan Ruyu was sitting in the study, holding a pen in her hand, not knowing what she was writing. There were many outlines on the scroll beside her, which showed the master's hard work.
"General, dinner is ready." The attendant gently knocked on the door. Seeing no response from the room, he knew that the general must be addicted to books, so he went into the room carrying the food.
The attendant placed the food on the low table. When he saw a full portion of food on the low table that was already cold, he said helplessly: "General, if you don't eat well, you will delay the healing of the wound."
"You are not exaggerating. I know my own body." Yan Ruyu raised her head and glanced, then quickly lowered her head and said perfunctorily, "Put it somewhere. I'll eat it later. You can go out first."
"You will never lie." The attendant whispered secretly, turned around to leave, but accidentally saw Yan Ruyu's blood-stained clothes, and his pupils suddenly shrank, "General, your wound..."
When Yan Ruyu heard this, she looked at her wound. She didn't know when the wound tore open again, and blood seeped out, staining her clothes red.
"I don't feel any pain." Yan Ruyu shrugged and said briefly, "Reading can cure pain, which is good."
The incident of Yan Ruyu forgetting to sleep and eat spread like wildfire. This seriousness made countless soldiers feel ashamed, so for a while, the entire military camp became active.
In the Fengluan Palace, Kyoto, Meng Kingdom.
Su Qinghuan held the letter in her hand tremblingly, tears welling up in her eyes, dripping down her cheeks and onto the jade-glazed hall.
"Sister, this is true. Ruyu, he is really hurt..."
Ye Fuxun hurriedly pulled her to the couch, gently wiped away her tears, and comforted her: "I originally wanted to hide it from you, but I didn't expect that God's will is such that you would hear it." These words were affirmative.
meaning.
The battle report from the front line had just arrived yesterday and she put it on the table. Unexpectedly, Su Qinghuan saw it today.
"Sister, Ruyu needs me, I want to find him, and I want to be with him."
Su Qinghuan was a little flustered when he heard this. He stood up and staggered out of the hall. Ye Fuxun grabbed him.
"What are you thinking about! It's a long way to go, what if something happens! Isn't it just worrying Ruyu for nothing!" Ye Fuxun looked directly at her and said coldly.
"Then what should I do? Sister, please think of a way for me. I really don't know what to do." Su Qinghuan's face was full of sadness.
"Don't worry, Ruyu is my disciple. It's not like you don't know his abilities. He just suffered a minor injury. You should trust Ruyu." Ye Fuxun stroked her hair and comforted her.
Su Qinghuan leaned on Ye Fulun's legs and gradually calmed down.
At night, when Yan Ruyu was changing clothes, she accidentally pulled the wound when she took off her clothes. The blood from the bandaged wound soon stained the bandage red.
As the military doctor walked in, he saw it and said urgently: "General! You must not touch this wound. You must take a good rest. Why don't you always listen to my advice?"
The military doctor was also worried. This young and brave champion had his own opinions on war, but he was confused about the injury.
On the night of the injury, the military doctor came to check on the injury as usual, only to see the latter wiping himself off as he did tonight, as if he couldn't stand the smell of blood on his body.
Although the wound was not deep, when Yan Ruyu came from Kyoto, Ye Fuxun gave her good medicine to treat the wound, so it would only take time for her to get better.
But Yan Ruyu scrubbed it with water several times, which deepened the healing trend of the wound.
"I don't want to be seen by the military doctor again." Yan Ruyu smiled sarcastically, knowing that she did not follow the doctor's advice.
He can tolerate the smell of sweat, but he is sensitive to the smell of blood. In addition, the wound is itchy and uncomfortable. He has developed this habit since the last time he found that rubbing it like this can relieve the pain. He acted subconsciously tonight.
What you did.
The military doctor sighed and stepped forward to check with resignation.
As a result, after inspection, I saw that the wound began to turn red, and there was even some blood oozing out.
"General, is it really itchy here?" the military doctor looked solemn.
Yan Ruyu nodded and told the situation truthfully: "It was better yesterday, but this afternoon I started to feel itchy. I don't know if it was because I exercised too hard in the afternoon or something. When I took off the gauze just now, I saw some blood on it.
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The military doctor sighed heavily and motioned to Yan Ruyu to look at the wound: "This area is already red and there is faint pus coming out. It seems that the injury has worsened. General, please don't wipe it anymore.
The water provided in this frontier place is not as good as that in Kyoto. Even if you use hot water, it may not be clean."
When Yan Ruyu heard this, he understood that his injury had worsened, but no matter whether the wound was good or bad, he still had to train with the soldiers.
A few days later, Zhao Guo attacked again.
"General, it's bad, the Zhao soldiers have already invaded three miles!" A soldier quickly reported the news before the battle to Yan Ruyu.
Five miles away from the city is where Yan Ruyu led his troops to defend. Now after hearing what the soldiers said, he immediately clenched his fists.
The generals in the camp looked at each other in confusion, and then waited for Yan Ruyu to take the lead and give the order.
"Zhao Guo wants to change his previous attitude. We must not let them succeed this time!" Yan Ruyu gritted his teeth and then made a decision.
He looked at another middle-aged general: "I decided to go forward and fight with them personally. I need to be stationed here. General, you need to pay more attention!"
"General Yan, no!" After hearing this, General Jiang was the first to express disapproval, and other generals also disagreed.
"You don't need to say any more, I have made up my mind!" After saying this, Yan Ruyu didn't waste any more time and ordered a soldier to fetch his armor and put it on himself.
Although he was injured, this injury is really nothing in front of the people of the country. However, no matter how powerful a person is, if he is injured and goes to the battlefield, the injury will definitely worsen.
After a day and night of fighting, as expected, Yan Ruyu's wound worsened.
Inside the palace.
Su Qinghuan stood in the courtyard with a melancholy look on his face, thinking about Yan Ruyu all the time. I wonder how he is doing now, whether he is injured? Just as he was thinking this, a secret guard appeared in front of him, and immediately told him about the war situation on the border.
"What? What did you say? Ruyu was actually injured by someone from Zhao!" After Su Qinghuan heard what the secret guards had discovered, she immediately lost her composure and had a look of anxiety on her face.
She asked people to inquire about the battle situation because she wanted to know Yan Ruyu's condition and didn't want her to hear what she least wanted to hear.
After the secret guard left, Su Qinghuan stood there for a long time without moving.
The people on the border are all men, and Yan Ruyu, who has lived in Kyoto since childhood, has not adapted to the life on the border. Now that he is injured again, he must have no one to take care of him. In this way, he doesn’t know how long it will take for the wound to heal.
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Su Qinghuan was really worried, and when she thought about Yan Ruyu being injured, she felt uncomfortable.