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The next morning, Wang Hu, the young squad leader with the missing arm, lay on the innermost bunk. The burlap wrapped around his left shoulder wound was oozing yellowish-brown pus and emitting a foul odor.

His face was flushed, his lips were dry and cracked, and his consciousness fluctuated between clarity and confusion.

When he was conscious, he could feel the burning pain in his wound and the alternating sensations of being in an ice cellar and being roasted by fire.

In my hazy state, all I could hear were the sounds of battle and the screams of my comrades.

The empty bucket of mushroom and chicken noodle soup lay to the side, not a drop of oil left.

The "celestial nectar" had long been finished; the cool sweetness briefly soothed the throat, but could not dispel the rampant "evil heat" within the body.

"Tiger, hang in there..."

The veteran who had been with him squatted down beside him, wiping his burning forehead with a damp cloth, his voice hoarse.

Wang Hu barely managed to open his heavy eyelids. His vision was blurry; all he could see was the swaying shadows of the tent roof and the tired, helpless faces of the medical officers.

He heard a wounded soldier nearby suddenly convulse a few times due to high fever, and then fall silent. The guard silently covered him with a white sheet.

Death is just around the corner.

Suddenly, an unusually rapid sound of footsteps approached from afar.

The tent curtain was suddenly flung open, letting in the blinding light of dawn. Entering with him were Duke Li Jing of Wei, the Chief Clerk of the Army, and an old physician carrying a strange box in his hands!

Behind Li Jing were several generals, including Hou Junji and Xue Wanche. Although they were not fully armed, the fierce aura of battle still lingered on them. At this moment, they held their breath and stared intently at the item in the physician's hand.

The entire wounded soldiers' camp fell into a deathly silence; even the most painful groans were choked back in their throats.

All the wounded soldiers who could still move struggled to raise their heads or turn to the side, staring blankly and in astonishment at this unusual scene.

The Imperial Physician arrived at Wang Hu's bedside—he was one of the seriously injured, a meritorious official who had been rewarded with "Immortal Face and Immortal Elixir," and was selected as one of the first to receive the "Immortal Medicine."

The official nodded slightly to Li Jing, then gestured to his assistant to open the box he had brought.

When those crystal-clear glass vials, gleaming metal syringes, strange scissors and tweezers, brown alcohol bottles, and blindingly white bandages appeared before everyone's eyes, a collective gasp rippled through the wounded soldiers' camp.

What are you trying to do?

"These are the 'healing elixir of the immortal realm' and the 'medical implements of the immortals,' sent by His Majesty through the dead of night."

Just as everyone was pondering, Li Jing's voice rang out in the silence.

"This medicine is specifically for treating wounds caused by heat and toxicity, ulceration, and various war wounds and ailments. From today onwards, we will administer this elixir."

The official took a deep breath and, following the instructions recorded in the "Immortal Silk" and the procedures he had crammed overnight, first took out a small bottle of clear liquid and an extremely fine syringe.

His fingers trembled slightly as he wiped the intact skin on the inside of Wang Hu's right arm with a cotton cloth soaked in iodine.

Then, the gleaming, slender needle tip was slowly inserted into the flesh!

"!!!"

The pupils of all the wounded soldiers and generals who witnessed this scene suddenly contracted.

Hou Junji puffed out his cheeks, and Xue Wanche almost cried out in surprise.

It's in there!

It really went in!

Wang Hu shuddered, but the expected excruciating pain did not come; there was only a slight stinging sensation.

The doctor ordered the syringe to be pushed, injecting a very small amount of liquid into the skin, forming a bulge.

He watched intently, keeping track of the time as instructed by the "fairy silk".

Inside the tent, you could hear a pin drop; the only sounds were the crackling of the burning torches and the heavy breathing of the people inside.

As time passed, Wang Hu's skin test site did not show the "redness, swelling, and hardening" warned on the "fairy silk".

The official and several veteran medical officers exchanged an excited glance.

"Skin test negative! Penicillin can be administered!"

Then, the assistant looked at Wang Hu and tried to speak in a calm tone.

"Captain Wang, please... lie on your side, pull down your pants a little to expose... your buttocks."

"What?!"

Wang Hu's mind, which had been somewhat muddled due to the high fever and nervousness, was instantly jolted awake by these words. His old face flushed bright red, even the roots of his neck turned red.

He abruptly turned his head, glaring at the assistant, his voice cracking.

"Bending over...bending over?! Here?! In front of so many people?!"

Think of Wang Hu, a fierce soldier who charged into battle at Chiling, who wouldn't even flinch when his brow was severed by a sword, a captain with an iron will!

Not only did he take off his pants, but he did it in front of the Duke of Wei, the generals, a group of doctors, and a whole camp of wounded soldiers... pulling down his pants, exposing his buttocks, and sticking his butt out to wait for that "magic needle"?!

This...this is outrageous!

Almost instantly, a suppressed chuckle and gasps of surprise filled the tent.

The other wounded soldiers were also stunned, their expressions then becoming extremely strange. They wanted to laugh but dared not, their eyes filled with sympathy and... a subtle hint of relief as they looked at Wang Hu.

Thank goodness I wasn't the one who got the injection first?

Even Hou Junji couldn't help but grin, but quickly managed to suppress it.

Xue Wanche simply turned his face away, his shoulders twitching suspiciously.

Upon seeing this, the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau quickly stepped forward and explained gently.

"Captain Wang, this is a medical technique from the celestial realm, not an insult. His Majesty's 'Immortal Silk' clearly indicates that this 'Penicillin' celestial medicine must be injected into areas with abundant muscle to ensure its even distribution and reach the affected area for optimal effect. The buttocks... are indeed the best choice. This is done out of necessity to save your life and remove your heat toxins. I urge you, Captain, to prioritize the greater good and temporarily... disregard these minor details."

Wang Hu's face was so red it could bleed, his chest heaving violently. He looked at the magistrate, then at Li Jing, then at his comrades and generals around him who were trying to laugh but were desperately holding it in. Finally, his gaze fell on the still burning, festering wound on his left shoulder.

Thinking of the slight cooling sensation felt at the wound after the "skin test," and recalling the "resurrection" effect the doctor mentioned...

He clenched his teeth, steeled himself, closed his eyes, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"...Damn it! For His Majesty! For the elixir of immortality! I...I'll risk everything!"

After saying this, under the watchful eyes of Li Jing, the generals, the physicians, and countless wounded soldiers, he slowly turned to the side, his back to everyone. His hands trembled, and he reluctantly pulled his trousers down a little bit, his face contorted, revealing a small portion of his bronze, firm buttock muscles.

His posture was incredibly stiff, and his entire body seemed to scream "shame and indignation to the point of death."

Someone inside the tent couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a very soft "pfft" laugh, which they quickly covered their mouth tightly.

The assistant, suppressing a smile and nervousness, quickly disinfected the muscle with a cotton ball soaked in iodine.

The icy touch sent a shiver down Wang Hu's spine, and his muscles tensed even more.

"Captain Wang, relax a bit. If your muscles are tense, it will hurt more when the needle is inserted, and the medicine will be harder to absorb."

The order reminded [the relevant authorities].

Wang Hu cursed inwardly and tried desperately to relax, but the muscle seemed to have a mind of its own and remained rock hard.

Without further hesitation, the assistant aimed carefully, steadyed his wrist, and swiftly and accurately pierced Wang Hu's buttocks with the gleaming needle.

"Ugh—!" Wang Hu groaned, his body stiffening abruptly.

The expected excruciating pain did not come; instead, a strong, tingling sensation quickly spread from the puncture site, much more pronounced than during the skin test.

Then, you can clearly feel a cool liquid spreading through your muscles.

The feeling was extremely strange; it was sore, bloated, and cold... It wasn't pleasant, but it didn't seem... too unbearable.

It's much better than the excruciating pain of a burning wound.

The medication was quickly injected. The assistant swiftly removed the needle and pressed another iodine-soaked cotton ball against the injection site.

"alright."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Hu felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and tightened his belt before daring to turn around. His face was still flushed red, and his eyes darted around. He didn't dare to look at anyone, especially his comrades who were trying to suppress their laughter.

But soon, he forgot all about being embarrassed.

As the medicine was absorbed into his body, apart from the soreness at the injection site, he seemed to feel that the chills and heat that had been lingering all over his body were really starting to subside.

The burning pain from the wound on my left shoulder doesn't seem as sharp anymore.

My mind seems to have cleared up a little bit...

"How are you feeling?"

The official asked again, his voice tense. This time, even Li Jing and the generals held their breath.

After carefully considering it, the blush on Wang Hu's face was gradually replaced by an incredulous astonishment.

He licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse but filled with obvious excitement.

"My buttocks... feel a little sore and swollen. But my body... doesn't feel as hot and cold anymore? My wounds... don't feel as burning anymore? My mind... feels a bit clearer."

With each word he spoke, the gasps of astonishment from inside the tent grew louder.

After he finished speaking, the wounded soldiers' camp erupted in cheers!