"Why does it have to be past noon?" An Nanhou wondered.
There was a little tenderness in Qi Yan's cold eyes.
"Because I will receive a letter from her at noon."
Northern Xinjiang and the capital are hundreds of miles apart. With the speed at which Mo Bai can send messages, he set off last night and can reach the capital this morning. Mo Bai must be worried about his poison and will not delay on the road. So, Mo Bai will be back around noon
.
An Nan Hou was caught off guard and forcefully took a mouthful of the sweet food, wrinkled his nose and clicked his tongue.
"Okay, pretend I didn't ask."
But he soon regained his composure.
"The current situation in the camp cannot be concealed, nor can it be suppressed. Too many soldiers have developed vomiting reactions. In just one morning, they are almost vomiting and dehydrated. It is unacceptable to continue like this."
"Don't fight against the Turks before our own morale is greatly reduced."
"I will send a letter to the capital immediately. Do you have an imperial physician you are familiar with? Based on our current situation, I am afraid that it will be necessary for the imperial physician from the capital to come over remotely."
Qi Yan blinked.
"Doctor Fang?"
An Nanhou's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Doctor Fang is an old master, and he will definitely be able to cure the vomiting of the soldiers."
After saying that, he didn't bother to talk to Qi Yan, turned around and strode out to write a letter.
The sun is getting brighter.
The sunshine in autumn is not very warm, but you can still feel the heat at noon. In addition, the border area is dusty and the air is dry. It is okay to pass by normally, but driving at full speed is simply torture.
A worried look appeared on Mo Bai's cold and solemn face.
"Miss, are you okay?"
He frowned and asked in a low voice.
Beside him, Ling Yutong pursed her lips tightly, her face was a little pale from the long journey, and her hair was stained with sweat.
"fine."
"How far is it?"
Looking at the endless wilderness road in front of her, she took a breath and glanced at Mo Bai.
Mo Bai said: "It's almost there, there are still three miles to go."
"good."
"drive!!"
She snapped her whip and sped up.
Mo Bai followed suit, lowered his eyes, and let out a breath.
He just arrived in the capital this morning. When he returned home, he happened to meet Qi Zekai who was going to court. Because he was in a hurry, he did not explain the situation to the third young master.
After telling the lady about the situation, the lady decided to go back to Northern Xinjiang with him without saying a word.
He couldn't resist the young lady, so he had no choice but to agree.
I still don’t know how my master will react if he finds out.
*
Inside the camp, Qi Yan frowned.
It's already past noon, why hasn't Mo Bai arrived yet?
Because he was a wounded man, he rested in the camp all morning. At this moment, the curtain was suddenly lifted by someone coming in from the outside. He raised his eyes and looked over. An Nanhou was looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"Where's the promised noon time?"
"Mo Bai didn't come back."
He frowned slightly, feeling a little disturbed in his heart.
Won't……
"What are you thinking about?"
An Nanhou asked casually, while rolling up his sleeves. His face was not very good-looking. Anyone who looked at his soldiers who vomited in three steps all morning would not be in a good mood.
"Those without symptoms were placed outside the camp, and those with symptoms were all gathered together."
"The poisonous insects have not been dealt with for the time being."
"There is also bad news. This symptom seems to be contagious."
Qi Yan raised his head suddenly.
An Nanhou's face looked ugly.
"Although it has not been completely confirmed, I think this statement has a great possibility and is true."
The atmosphere was extremely quiet, and the camp was filled with an oppressive atmosphere of terror.
At this time, reports from the soldiers came from outside the curtain.
"Your Majesty, the Mobai guard beside Mr. Qi is back. He... brought a woman with him, asking to see you."
woman.
Qi Yan's eyelids trembled, and his face, which was so cold just now, was now completely blank.
Could it be...her?
An Nanhou also paid attention to the word woman. He turned his head and glanced meaningfully at Qi Yan, opened the curtain and walked out.
"I will pick him up personally."
Just by looking at Qi Yan's expression, he could guess who Mo Bai brought at the entrance of the camp.
Since entering the capital, he has heard many rumors about her miraculous doctor, and he has also confirmed her abilities from other people's mouths.
As if thinking of the scene at that time, An Nanhou couldn't help but smile.
His eyes were full of tenderness.
When the war here is over, he will definitely return to the capital to see her and...their children.
He paused and raised his head.
really.
Ling Yutong was not polite, and after saluting neatly, he said: "Master Hou, please take me to see Qi Yan. After seeing him, go see other soldiers who have vomiting syndrome."
“The sooner the source of the symptoms is identified, the faster it can be resolved.”
There was a look of appreciation in An Nanhou's eyes and he nodded.
It's hard not to like such a neat woman.
Qi Yan's tent is right in front of him.
The moment the curtain moved, Qi Yan's heart lifted subconsciously.
He held his breath, and then he saw the person he missed most.
It's her.
"Why did you..." come?
Ling Yutong saw through what he wanted to ask at a glance. Seeing how weak he looked, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
"Who promised me that he wouldn't be seriously injured or worry me?"
She approached him unceremoniously and only checked his pulse for a moment before she had an idea.
She raised her eyelids.
"You acted quickly and didn't let the poison spread."
"Eat this and take a nap first. I'll come see you later."
She poured the pills out of the bottle and gave them to him with a heavy hand, obviously showing a bit of temper.
Qi Yan couldn't help but smile, but he was afraid of making her even more angry, so he hurriedly coughed.
Ling Yutong didn't even raise his head.
"You can still laugh. Do you know what kind of poison this is?"
"If I hadn't encountered it in the capital... I wouldn't have known that this poison existed."
"What happened?"
Qi Yan really paid attention to half of what she said.
Ling Yutong raised his eyebrows.
"Be obedient and go to bed first. I'll tell you when you wake up."
Qi Yan's eyes widened slightly and he looked at Ling Yutong without saying a word for a long time.
Ling Yutong glanced at him: "What, you still want to be stuck with a set of silver needles by me before you sleep?"
"No."
Qi Yan blinked and lay down numbly.
It hurt him to turn his appearance into such a miserable state, and he didn't want to suffer any more pain.
and……
Maybe it's because she's here, and the pain that I could normally endure without changing my expression has become extra sensitive now.
Seeing her worried eyes, it seemed that even the pain could be relieved a little.
The thin quilt was covered with her own hands.
Qi Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and when he saw her so close, a warm current surged in his heart.
It was extremely quiet inside the camp. Different from the condensation and depression just now, now there was a peaceful and warm smell in the air.
Extremely fascinating.
Ling Yutong quietly retreated.
When she opened the curtain, she thought of the symptoms of other soldiers that Mo Bai told her, and her heart sank slightly.
As for An Nanhou, he had not followed Ling Yutong when he just opened the curtain and entered. At this moment, he was ordering the soldiers to tidy up the place where the vomiting soldiers gathered, and only tidy up the outside so that no one could get in.
The scene was extremely eye-catching.
Ling Yutong thought she was mentally prepared enough, but when she actually saw it, she couldn't help but tremble her eyelashes.
An Nanhou immediately turned to look at her.
She raised her hand to indicate that it was okay, calmed herself down, and her face became much more solemn.
"Go in and have a look."
An Nanhou nodded.
Unexpectedly, the first problem they encountered was that they could not feel the pulse of the soldiers quietly.
Almost everyone here vomited and collapsed.
They haven't eaten since morning because they vomit as much as they eat, and they don't have much time to spare, and strong thoughts of vomiting arise in their chests.
Vomit until there is nothing left to vomit.
"This won't work. You can't feel your pulse." Ling Yutong looked sideways at An Nanhou.
An Nanhou frowned: "I'm sorry."
He raised his hand and slashed hard, knocking down the soldier who had just finished vomiting and was sitting on the ground panting.
Ling Yutong lowered his head silently, that's what she meant.
If you take the pulse, the person will fall.
After looking at a few people, she raised her hand to stop her and said, "No need."
"I probably know the reason."
Her face was extremely serious, and there was a bit of disgust in her eyes.
What was placed in front of her was the same Gu technique as Lai Che's.
But wasn't the person the soldiers came into contact with named Xuewei?
Behind Xuewei is Yu Nanxun. Yu Nanxun has long been put on the death list by the Holy Emperor. How could he...