Lin Chu thanked him repeatedly and followed him step by step. In no time, he arrived at a huge tent.
"Waiting." The soldier came in and announced.
Lin Chu was so sleepy that she didn't resist at all. She didn't move until the man came out and called her in.
There was a strong medicinal smell coming from the big tent, and the air seemed to be filled with bitterness.
Lin Chu didn't look at him casually, he just nodded and smiled at Nie Lijie and called him Young Master.
Nie Lijian's pupils shrank sharply and his body stiffened for a moment. He pursed his lips slightly and looked at Lin Chu, but in the end he just sighed.
"Don't move around when you are with me. The military camp is an important place. If you are not careful, you will never have to go back again."
Lin Chu said yes again and again, and stood beside Nie Lijian openly, quietly looking at the big tent.
Peng Bo was lying sideways on the bed.
After not seeing him for several months, his face became increasingly ugly.
When I saw him before, I thought his face was powdered and bloodless, but today it looked as yellow as gold paper. His lips were black and purple, and his breathing was heavy, as if he might faint at any time.
"Young Marshal......"
Nie Lijian called out softly: "Have you been thinking too much these days? I see that your body and bones are not getting better, but they seem to be getting heavier."
Peng Bo covered his lips with his sleeve and coughed for a while, then waved his hand after a long time: "How can I dare to sleep peacefully in such troubled times?"
"Mr. Nie." He raised his eyes and looked at Nie Lijie: "The soothing soup that I drank some time ago was quite effective, but recently it has lost its effect. Sir, please increase the dose as appropriate."
"Absolutely not!"
Nie Lijian frowned: "The Anshen Decoction is just a supplement. You have to relax your mind, Marshal, to make the patient healthy. However, the medicine always has a certain poison. If the dosage of the Anshen Decoction is increased, your foundation will be damaged sooner or later."
"Foundation?"
Peng Bo sneered: "Do I still have the foundation?"
"A few years ago, my father found a miracle doctor to treat my illness. She said that I would only be thirty years old in this life, but now I am twenty-seven. How many more years can I see?"
Nie Lijian's voice paused: "There are always miracles in this world."
"I don't believe in miracles, I only believe in myself."
Peng Bo frowned, and his voice was a bit cold: "Since God only gave me Peng Bo a short life span of thirty years, I want the whole world to remember me."
Madness gradually appeared in his eyes: "Whether you hate it or love it, everyone in the world must know that a person like Peng Bo has been here before."
"So...just let..." Nie Lizhen suddenly pursed his lips: "Sorry, Lizhen went overboard."
Lin Chu's heart trembled when she heard this. What extraordinary thing did Peng Juhua do? She hid it so much that no one dared to mention it?
"What are you afraid of?"
Peng Bo glanced at Nie Lijie: "I have always been brave enough to take action. If I don't shock the world, how can I be remembered by everyone in the world?"
Nie Li frame lowered his eyes: "Li frame is stupid."
"Ha." Peng Bo sneered: "This world is too quiet. I think it should be more lively to live up to this life."
Nie Lijian frowned, with disapproval in his eyes: "It's so lively, I'm afraid... all life will be ruined."
"So what?"
Peng Bohun didn't care: "People are bound to die. What's the difference between dying early and dying later?"
He slowly narrowed his eyes, then suddenly raised his head to look at the high tent ceiling, his eyes then wandering.
"There are only two ways to make a name famous throughout the ages. Either it will be famous forever, or it will be infamy for thousands of years."
"Famous for eternity..."
Peng Bo looked up to the sky and sighed, with deep hatred flashing in his eyes: "God, you gave me too little time!"