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On the day the 50,000 imperial troops arrived at the northern camp, many officers came out to greet them as soon as the camp gates opened.

Mingrui personally led his men into the central army camp.

Xiao Fang was discussing matters with the old Marquis when he heard from outside that someone had arrived, so he got up and went out of the tent to see.

The army was already lined up in formation on the drill ground, banners fluttering, and the sound of horses' hooves was about to cease.

Xiao Fang glanced at the newly recruited soldiers and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed a path clearing at the back of the column.

Yun Shuyao, supported by Chuntao's hand, stepped out from behind a carriage.

He was stunned on the spot.

The next second, Xiao strode forward, pulled the person close, and looked him up and down several times.

"Why are you here?"

Before the surprise in his eyes had faded, worry had already overwhelmed him.

"Walking such a long way while pregnant! Aren't you afraid of upsetting the baby!"

Yun Shuyao didn't struggle even though he was holding her hand.

"I asked Doctor Mu before I came, and he said that my pregnancy is stable and I should take advantage of the fact that I can still walk."

If we wait any longer, when the pregnancy is further along, it might be truly impossible to travel.

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Xiao Fang.

His shoulder was bandaged, his legs were wrapped in bandages, and his lips were an unnaturally pale white.

"You've hurt yourself again."

Yun Shuyao lowered her voice, feeling a tightness in her chest.

Xiao released her hand and smiled.

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious."

"You're trying to fool me again."

Yun Shuyao glared at him, then turned and waved her hand behind her.

"I have invited Doctor Mu here."

Doctor Mu also gathered many familiar doctors, some of whom brought their own apprentices.

"Let them show it to the soldiers!"

As they were talking, Doctor Mu led a large group of doctors and apprentices forward.

He was old and his beard was white, but he was still in good spirits.

Seeing that Xiao Fang was wearing armor and was injured, he did not kneel down, but only bowed deeply.

"This old man has met with the Loyal and Brave King."

The border is bitterly cold, and the prince is fighting the enemy at the front. We, as healers, also want to do our part for the soldiers on the frontier.

We must also thank Your Highness and Princess for giving us old bones a chance to serve our country.

The old doctors behind him also bowed in greeting.

"May the Loyal and Brave King not despise us for being old, senile, and useless."

"Every one more person we can save is a life saved."

Xiao Fang quickly raised his hand and returned the greeting.

"You flatter me, old doctor! Your presence is a great blessing for our Great Liang!"

The soldiers on the frontier are most in need of good doctors. With you all here, many brothers have been able to pull themselves back from the brink of death.

He spoke earnestly, then immediately turned to Mingrui and gave him instructions.

"You personally arrange accommodations for all the doctors and their apprentices."

It should be close to the wounded soldiers' camp and also close to the kitchen.

Food and supplies must be provided meticulously; there can be no neglect whatsoever.

Mingrui clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Yes, Your Highness."

He turned and left.

Mingrui walked quickly, but suddenly stopped when he passed Chuntao.

Mingrui didn't say anything, but simply stuffed something into Chuntao's hand.

Chun Tao looked down and saw a small, delicate Northern Hu curved knife.

The scabbard was inlaid with gemstones; it wasn't large, but it felt heavy.

She was stunned.

When I looked up again, Mingrui was already far away.

"Hey! What are you giving me this for?"

Chuntao shouted at his retreating figure.

Mingrui paused slightly and turned his head to the side.

"For your self-defense."

He paused for a moment.

"The border is not like a royal palace; there will always be benefits for you to take it with you."

He left after saying that, his face still bearing that unsmiling expression.

Chuntao examined the knife from all angles, muttering to herself.

"It's actually quite pretty."

Yun Shuyao turned her head to look at her, smiled, and understood, but didn't say anything more.

Doctor Mu followed Xiao Fang into the central command tent.

Xiao Fang didn't let anyone serve him; he took off his battle robe himself, revealing the wounds on his shoulders and legs.

Doctor Mu first examined the shoulder.

Once the bandage was removed, the blood had already stained the fabric.

He slowly moistened the wound with warm water, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone.

"If Your Highness's arm were to deviate even half an inch, the bone would be broken."

Xiao Fang didn't take it seriously.

"There aren't that many accurate shots on the battlefield."

If it weren't for that slight deviation, I wouldn't be sitting here alive.

Doctor Mu didn't speak, but simply pressed around the wound with his fingers.

Xiao Fang didn't even frown, but cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Doctor Mu cleaned and treated his wound again, and then carefully stitched it up.

Afterwards, apply the homemade wound medicine and wrap it with layers of clean, fine cloth.

"This injury requires you to avoid strenuous activity for seven days. I will personally change the dressing."

Xiao Fang nodded.

"Thank you for your help, Dr. Mu."

The wounded soldiers' camp was already bustling with activity.

None of the old doctors were willing to go and rest first.

They took their apprentices and examined every wounded soldier who could walk.

Some people had only been hastily bandaged, but their wounds were already red and they had a low-grade fever.

Upon seeing this, the old doctor immediately ordered someone to re-treat the condition.

"This wound can't be covered up anymore; it needs to be cleaned up completely."

"Is the medicine ready? Quickly force-feed it to this young man."

"Cut off the gauze! Look at this pus, if we leave it any longer, he'll die."

The border troops' doctors were also invited to a place.

At first, both sides were very polite to each other, but soon they started talking very enthusiastically.

"Here, we mostly treat knife wounds with strong liquor burns, and then we use a branding iron to seal the flesh."

Although it works, it's too draining on your energy.

"My method of wound cleaning is not difficult; I will teach you later."

"These medicinal powders were brought by the Princess. They stop bleeding and relieve pain, and they prevent swelling and ulceration when applied. They are better than what we used before."

Several experienced doctors, along with their apprentices, carried out boxes of medicinal herbs.

"This is a wound medicine made by Physician Mu. It stops bleeding and relieves pain, seals wounds very quickly, and is not easy to fester."

Don't underestimate this small bottle; it can save your life in a critical moment.

The quantity is too small, making this medicine very difficult to produce.

"And these herbs were all collected by the Qin family from various places at the Princess's request."

The Panax notoginseng, Bletilla striata, Artemisia argyi, and Saposhnikovia divaricata have all been separated.

Several military doctors looked at the boxes of medicinal herbs, their eyes turning red.

"Great! This is good stuff!"

"The prince has been stationed at the border for so many years, and the army has never had enough medicine."

Many didn't die by the Northern Barbarians' blades; they simply succumbed to the disease and died from exhaustion.

"That's good now, at least I don't have to use wood ash to stuff the wound anymore."

As the military doctors spoke, they had people move the medicinal herbs to the wounded soldiers' camp.

The wounded soldiers watched from afar, and none of them spoke.

One of the soldiers couldn't help himself and buried his face in the tattered blanket, secretly wiping his eyes.

The aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Yun Shuyao hired more than twenty chefs, specially recruited from the capital at high prices.

The cooks and the kitchen staff worked together, setting up pots and burning firewood, frying, stir-frying, and cooking, working up a sweat.

Large chunks of meat were thrown into the pot, sizzling with oil.

The rich aroma drifted on the wind, spreading far and wide into the military tents and drill ground.

A soldier was wiping his sword when he suddenly twitched his nose.

"What does it smell like? It smells so good!"

"You smell it too? It smells like braised pork to me!"

"Don't lie to me! Where would you find braised pork here?"

"It tastes like meat! And it even has stewed chicken!"

"Stop talking, my stomach is growling like thunder."

"I haven't seen Youxing in ages, what's going on tonight?"

"The princess has arrived! The princess brought many things!"

"I've heard about it too! The princess's family is the richest in the capital. Does that mean we won't have to go hungry anymore?"

"That's wonderful! The princess that the prince married is truly our lucky star!"

"Exactly! Ever since the princess arrived, we've had medicine and meat. Life will definitely be much better from now on!"

After Xiao Fang finished bandaging his wounds, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of tea before going out to find Yun Shuyao.

Someone said the princess was watching from the kitchen, so he hurried over.

Upon arrival, all I could see was water vapor.

Yun Shuyao was standing by the stove, talking intently to a cook, holding a small spoon in her hand, as if she had just tasted the food.

Xiao Fang walked over in a few steps, took her hand, and led her outside.

"Don't stay in this smoky place, or you'll feel nauseous."