A divine healer, a general, a young marquis! Who can rival them!

As the blade fell, Qin Ying's body suddenly froze.

He was chewing on a cloth, his teeth clenching it tightly.

But Yang Hu's hand did not tremble at all!

He slicing along the festering wound, smoothly and cleanly!

The dark, purulent blood, mixed with a foul stench, gushed out.

"what!"

Lu Rou gasped in fright, her hand holding the hot water trembling, almost getting it poured over her head.

Lu Yan turned her neck, covered her mouth tightly with one arm, her shoulders trembled, but she still dared not cry out.

Qin Ying didn't say a word!

Only a woman who has been to war could have such a stubborn streak.

All the muscles in her body were stiff, as if they were stretched into ropes. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, her face, which was biting a cloth, was flushed red, and no sound came out of her throat...

Except for his eyes, which were fixed on the ceiling, which were completely red!

Yang Hu completely ignored her.

"Lu Rou, give me your hand. Lu Yan, hold her arm down, don't let her move!"

The two women quickly reached out their hands, but Lu Rou's small hands were trembling quite badly!

With his left hand supporting the wound and his right hand holding a knife, he painstakingly removed the rotten flesh bit by bit under the dim light.

Every time he sliced ​​off a piece, Qin Ying would tremble, but she didn't flinch or run away. She even swallowed the pain, her clenched fists crushing the flesh of her palms...

She didn't even notice that blood was seeping out.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the ceiling, and his eye circles turned bloodshot.

Why would Yang Hu care about her?

"Lu Rou, bring your hand closer! Lu Yan, hold her arm down, don't let her move!"

The two girls quickly took action, and Lu Rou's two small hands almost went limp, making her unsteady on her feet.

He pulled open the wound with one hand and took a knife with the other, carefully picking at the pale scar little by little.

The whole process was like digging into a mountain; only after digging through a huge mountain did he see the deepest part.

His pupils contracted instantly!

It wasn't bone, nor flesh. He switched to a pair of small, plier-like tweezers, held his breath, and carefully hooked it out little by little.

Qin Ying's eyes were grimaced into a deep knot. The thing was churning inside the wound, causing her good arm to tremble uncontrollably from the pain, but she still held onto the cloth tightly, refusing to let go!

"It'll be done soon," Yang Hu said softly, his grip on his hands remaining firm...

With a "click," the thing was knocked into the bowl.

It turned out to be an arrow that was half broken into the flesh.

It's only about the length of a little finger, with three edges and blood grooves. This is the culprit behind the repeated infections and suppuration of this scar, which can't be cured.

"No wonder..."

Yang Hu breathed a long sigh of relief.

"If such a tiny thing gets stuck in your flesh, even a miracle worker couldn't fix it!"

He picked up the jar of strong liquor and poured it all over his wound!

The moment the liquor touched the bloody, mangled flesh, Qin Ying's entire arm trembled...

She couldn't bear it any longer and let out a muffled cry of pain!

That single cry was more heartbreaking than a loud wail!

Lu Yan's tears streamed down her face...

Yang Hu's work never stopped.

He took out a needle and thread, burned them, soaked them in alcohol, and then lay down on the ground, carefully stitching up the wound stitch by stitch.

He worked very slowly and steadily, sewing finely and evenly, as if he were doing something extremely delicate.

Lu Yan quietly opened her eyes.

Watching the horrific and hideous wound gradually close up and become neat and beautiful in Yang Hu's hands, the fear in her eyes slowly turned into an indescribable feeling.

She had lived for so many years and had seen countless doctors.

She had never heard of such methods as disemboweling, cutting out flesh, and sewing up skin.

That guy who's all talk and no action, but his hands are really amazing; he can sew a dead person back to life stitch by stitch!

Finally, Yang Hu wrapped the wound with his own prepared wound medicine and brought over some clean, boiled cloth strips to cover it tightly.

"Don't get it wet these next couple of days. I'll change your clothes every day!" He tidied you up and reminded you, "I'll dilute this medicine a larger dose, so drink it on time. If you get a fever again, come find me immediately. Don't hold it in!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly added another sentence.

"By the way, don't move that arm for half a month. Put away your sword-drawing and bow-drawing skills for now!"

Qin Ying's throat was parched, and she answered in a muffled voice.

She's lived for over twenty years, and someone dares to order a general around like this?!

But at that moment, she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal!

"alright!"

He stood up and realized that his back was soaked with sweat.

Qin Ying lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), spitting out pieces of cloth with her mouth open for a long time. She seemed completely drained and collapsed, panting heavily.

The fever subsided somewhat from her flushed face.

"Go to sleep!" He tucked her in, his tone unusually gentle. "The root of the poison has been removed. A few days of rest and you'll be fine. You can even shoot arrows with this arm again!"

Qin Ying lay there, her chest heaving, and didn't utter a sound for a long time.

After a long while, she turned her head and looked at Yang Hu, who was packing up his things. Her throat was very hoarse.

"Yang Hu".

"kindness!"

"My life owes you again!" She paused, and for the first time, something else appeared in her usually awkward tone. "I, Qin Ying, am not an ungrateful person. After things are settled in my camp, I will definitely repay you handsomely."

Lu Yan and Lu Rou, who had been standing to one side, finally breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled at each other.

What they just witnessed terrified them!

"Alright, alright! Thank you, thank you!" Yang Huzi waved his hand, unusually showing no intention of taking advantage.

Looking at the female general on the kang (a heated brick bed) who neither spoke, laughed, nor groaned, another feeling quietly crept into his heart.

A female general?

It looks solid, but it's actually quite bitter.

He picked up the earthenware jar filled with broken arrowheads, and as he was about to leave, he said halfway through, "Rest well, that's better than anything else!"

Halfway through his speech, his gaze fell upon the broken arrowheads in the jar.

He braked.

He picked up the blood-stained arrowhead and examined it carefully in the dim light.

It is triangular, has a blood groove, and there is a small mark on the broken part of the arrow shaft.

He had only heard of these things, but in terms of craftsmanship, they were much more exquisite than those of ordinary hunters.

But when Qin Ying, who was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), saw the broken arrow, her face changed color instantly.

"Let me see it!"

Regardless of the pain, she propped herself up on one side, snatched it away, and stared intently at the tiny mark, her eyes slowly widening.

"What's wrong?" Yang Huzi's heart skipped a beat.

"This... this arrow isn't from the barbarians."

"The crossbow bolts of the Great Cheng, and the arrows of the Western Camp!"

Yang Huzi felt his heart racing.

The person who killed Qin Ying was definitely not that barbarian from beyond the Great Wall.

But this very arrow that pierced Qin Ying's body and nearly killed her was an arrow from their own soldiers.

The barbarian's sword, the border guard's arrow.

What does putting these two things together mean? Qin Ying understands better than I do.

This also means that the mole she found was not as shallow as she had imagined, and that taking action against him was not as easy as she had thought.

What he couldn't figure out in that pool finally revealed a terrifying patch of water.

Moreover, his small, dilapidated courtyard was submerged in this muddy water.