Love Lock

Chapter 6 The Army Doctor's Work
Xiao Zhengfei launched into a long, rambling, boastful tale, leaving Ma Cheng completely bewildered.

Zhao Zun glanced at him, then shook his head with a chuckle.

This guy only saw an ambulance today, how come he's acting like he's so knowledgeable?

And at this moment, in front of the ambulance.

Han Lei planned to use the space under the driver's seat as the delivery hatch. To others, it looked like she was pulling the grain out from under the seat, but in reality, she was taking it out of the system.

Han Lei bought 100 bags of rice and flour, each weighing 50 jin (25 kg). Because the ambulance had limited space, she didn't want to create unnecessary speculation.

Ten thousand catties of grain can supply fifty thousand soldiers. If they are careful with their food, it should last for three to five days.

"My goodness, is this white rice? Refined white rice!"

"And fine noodles!"

"..."

Through the transparent packaging, the soldiers who came to unload the grain saw the white rice and flour inside, and immediately became excited.

Some people were so excited that they cried tears of joy, while others shouted and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to the grain in front of them.

How many days have they gone without food? Even coarse flour cakes mixed with bran are a luxury. Such fine grains are probably only available to the nobles in the palace!

Han Lei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that hunger had far outweighed these people's curiosity about the transparent packaging. She had been worried about having to explain herself!

The next day, when Han Lei woke up, it was already noon.

Last night, Zhao Zun ordered his men to set up a tent for Han Lei next to the central command tent.

After traversing the area, rescuing people, driving, and unloading supplies, Han Lei was exhausted. She went straight to bed in her tent.

Han Lei had just gotten up when she heard Wang Congfei's voice from outside.

"Miss Han, are you up?"

"Ok!"

Upon hearing Han Lei's response, Xiao Zhengfei lifted the curtain and walked in.

“Miss Han. The Prince is in a meeting and sent me to ask if you need anything. The camp is simple, please bear with me.”

Han Lei glanced around and saw that the tent contained nothing but a wooden bed, a table, and a chair; it was indeed very basic.

"Commander Xiao, could you please find me a wooden tub for bathing? I'd like to take a bath. I don't need anything else."

"Okay! I'll go and have them boil some hot water for you."

After Xiao Zhengfei finished speaking, he left. Once the hot water was ready, he called five or six soldiers to guard outside Han Lei's tent, preventing anyone from approaching.

Han Lei bought toiletries and skincare products from the system, took a nice shower, and then tidied herself up.

After eating congee and flatbread, Han Lei stepped out of the tent and bumped right into Zhao Zun, who had just finished discussing matters.

Looking at Han Lei after she had washed and dressed, a hint of amazement flashed across Zhao Zun's eyes.

She was still wearing the same camouflage uniform as yesterday. Her skin was smooth and delicate after the paint was washed off, and her features were exquisite. She looked beautiful, lively, and heroic.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the faint scent of shower gel made Zhao Zun unable to resist rubbing the armrest of his wheelchair and gently sniffing.

"Oh? What a coincidence, Your Highness!" Han Lei, dressed in a refreshing outfit, greeted him with a smile.

Zhao Zun smiled slightly. "Hehe, did Miss Han sleep well last night?"

"I was so tired yesterday that I slept really well."

Han Lei glanced at Pingchuan, who was pushing a wheelchair behind Zhao Zun, and asked, "Brother Ping, you're injured, why aren't you resting? Why don't I push the prince? Anyway, I don't have anything to do right now, and I was just thinking of taking a stroll around."

Han Lei was about to step forward to take over after speaking, but Pingchuan quickly declined. "This won't do, I'll take it. I haven't had a chance to thank Miss Han for saving my life yesterday!"

"Hey! It was nothing, no need to thank me." Han Lei waved her hand dismissively.

Han Lei, a modern person, had no interest in the overly polite etiquette of the ancients. But her easygoing and generous demeanor brought a slight smile to Zhao Zun's lips.

“Miss Han is right. You are injured too, you should rest. Let Miss Han push me over there!”

Zhao Zun then looked at Han Lei. "Anyway, Miss Han is now a military doctor under my command, so shouldn't she also..."

Zhao Zun's words were drawn out, and his eyes were full of hidden meaning.

Han Lei slapped her forehead, instantly realizing what had happened. "Oh dear! I told you everything was fine, but how could I forget that there was a battle just yesterday? There must be quite a few wounded soldiers, right? Your Highness, I'll go check on them right now."

She didn't want the prince to think she was a freeloader.

"I also happen to be going to the wounded soldiers' camp, so I'll trouble Miss Han to push me along."

Zhao Zun raised his hand to signal Pingchuan to move aside, and Pingchuan had no choice but to give the armrest of his wheelchair to Han Lei.

Zhao Zun pointed in the direction of the wounded soldiers' camp, and Han Lei pushed him away. Pingchuan watched their departing figures, shrugged, and turned to leave.

Although he is usually quiet, he is not stupid. Judging from the prince's expression just now, it was obvious that he did not want him to come along.

Han Lei and Zhao Zun chatted along the way and soon arrived at the wounded soldiers' camp.

The so-called wounded soldiers' camp was nothing more than a few huge tents set up by gathering all the wounded soldiers together.

The conditions here are appalling, overcrowded, and a foul stench permeates the air.

At the entrance of the tent, wounded people were carried out on stretchers from time to time and neatly placed on the open ground next to them.

Han Lei knew that the wounded soldiers who were carried out were seriously injured and beyond saving, and could only be left there to die.

There was a dark mass of hundreds of wounded soldiers waiting to die, some of whom were no longer distinguishable as dead or alive.

Seeing the horrific scene before her, Han Lei couldn't help but close her eyes.

She herself was a soldier, so of course she understood the cruelty of war, but understanding and seeing it with one's own eyes are two completely different things.

Perhaps fearing that Han Lei might feel uncomfortable, Zhao Zun's voice rang out at the opportune moment.

"Let's go in!"

Han Lei didn't say anything, but silently pushed Zhao Zun into the tent.

The tent was filled with wounded soldiers lying haphazardly. Some had already received treatment, while others were still waiting for it. Several veteran military doctors were busily moving among the wounded.

Han Lei hadn't expected that there would be so many wounded after just one battle, and this was only in one large tent.

With so many wounded, how long would it take for these few veteran military doctors to keep up?
"So many wounded. Your Highness, it seems you'll need to send a few more people to assist me," Han Lei said, bowing and whispering in Zhao Zun's ear.

Zhao Zun nodded: "Okay, I'll have Ma Cheng arrange it for you right away."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zhao Zun did not refer to himself as "this king" this time.

"Zhao Shuai".

"Zhao Shuai".

At this moment, several soldiers carrying a stretcher passed by Zhao Zun and greeted him. Zhao Zun nodded in return.

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Marshal! It's the Marshal! The Marshal has come to see us!"