Love Lock

Chapter 11: No Longer Can Go to the Battlefield
"Didn't I already say? My name is Han Lei, I'm from China, and I'm a military doctor in my hometown!"

Zhao Zun lowered his head and approached Han Lei's face, his sharp, eagle-like gaze seeming to see right through her.

"Not...enough!"

Ok?
What do you mean?
Aside from the time travel aspect, Han Lei felt she had nothing else to say.

But the idea of ​​time travel was too unbelievable, and she was afraid that if she told others, they would think she was a monster, but she didn't want to lie.

Because if you tell one lie, you need to tell countless more to cover it up.

"Uh, there are still many wounded soldiers waiting for me to treat." Han Lei avoided Zhao Zun's gaze. As she spoke, she stood up and walked out. "I'll tell you slowly after I'm done with this!"

Han Lei fled as if she were escaping. Although she was an open and honest person with nothing to hide, the person standing in front of her was, after all, an unearthed antique! Before she could figure out what to say, she decided to avoid him for now.

Besides, she really is very busy right now!

Only after Han Lei's figure disappeared outside the tent did Zhao Zun's lips curl into a smile, his sharp gaze gradually becoming deep, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

………This is a lazy dividing line………

The wounded soldiers' camp.

Old He, who had just come out from behind the curtain, saw Han Lei walking over and went to greet her from afar.

"Oh! Dr. Han, you're awake? You stayed up all night yesterday, why didn't you rest a little longer?"

Old He's smile was so wide that the wrinkles on his face could trap flies.

He questioned Han Lei's medical skills to her face yesterday, but now he feels like he's been slapped in the face.

In his life, there were few people he could truly admire, but now, Han Lei is one of them.

"I can't sleep because I'm worried about them." Han Lei smiled and nodded at Old He, and asked politely, "Doctor, how are the wounded? Are they getting better?"

"Oh my, Dr. Han! You are truly a miracle worker! Many of those critically wounded soldiers who were on the verge of death have woken up. My surname is He, you can just call me Old He. In front of a divine doctor like you, how dare I call myself a doctor!"

"Hehehe." Han Lei was amused by his words. "How could I possibly be a miracle doctor? I'll just call you Uncle He!"

"Those wounded soldiers were clearly on the verge of death. You healed them with your needles and thread, bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bones. You still call yourself a miracle doctor?"

"Hehehe, that's called suturing. It just stitches up the wound to make it heal better, it's not as miraculous as you make it out to be."

As Han Lei spoke, she strode into the tent, with Old He quickly following behind.

When a woman suddenly walked into the tent, the wounded soldiers who had regained consciousness all looked at Han Lei curiously. Some even pulled the blankets covering them up a little more, feeling embarrassed.

How could a woman suddenly appear in a military camp?
Han Lei said to the soldier in charge of the tent, "Could you please turn on the light?"

The tent was suddenly illuminated when the lamp was turned on.

Han Lei squatted down in front of a wounded soldier and reached out to feel the soldier's forehead to see if he still had a fever.

The wounded soldier stared in horror at Han Lei's outstretched hand, instinctively pulling his head back.

"Why are you hiding?" Han Lei frowned. She hadn't realized the strict separation between men and women in ancient times.

Seeing this, Old He quickly scolded, "Kid, why are you hiding? This is Doctor Han who saved your life. Don't underestimate her just because she's a woman; her medical skills are amazing. You better cooperate."

Upon hearing Old He say that Han Lei was a doctor, the wounded soldier weakly hummed in agreement and froze.

Han Lei then realized what was happening and smiled helplessly. She reached out and touched the wounded soldier's forehead; the fever had indeed subsided.

"How are you feeling? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Han Lei's soft voice made the wounded soldier relax a bit. He shook his head timidly, "I'm much better now, but the injury on my shoulder still hurts a bit."

"It's good that there's no other discomfort. It's normal for the wound to hurt; it won't hurt after tomorrow." Han Lei gently patted the wounded soldier's arm and began to check his wound.

She remembered this wounded soldier; he was the most seriously injured of the wounded soldiers she had treated yesterday, and the one for whom she had spent the most time.

The wounded soldier looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old; in modern times, he'd be in high school at most! So young, yet fighting on the battlefield and suffering such severe injuries, almost losing his life. Han Lei wondered if she should tell him about his injuries.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Lei finally spoke.

"What's your name?"

“Amao.”

“Amao, your injuries… are very serious. Your ligaments were severed, uh… you mean your tendons were severed. Although you were lucky enough to survive, because it took too long and you got an infection, so… you may not be able to go back to the battlefield to fight the enemy again.”

Han Lei lowered her eyes, not daring to look into A Mao's eyes, and her voice grew softer and softer.

For a soldier, not being able to fight on the front lines is incredibly cruel. But as a patient, he has the right to know his condition.

"what?"

Sure enough, tears instantly filled A Mao's eyes, and he began to sob.

"Waaaaah, what am I going to do? We're starving. To reduce the number of people to feed, waaaaah... that's why I joined the army. I was hoping to kill more enemies and get more rewards to take home... waaaaah..."

Han Lei's nose tingled with tears as she listened.

In ancient times, there were countless soldiers like Amao. They didn't understand what it meant to defend their country, let alone to have a sense of national pride. They joined the army simply to have enough to eat in the barracks, and risked their lives for the meager pay and rewards.

When A Mao cried, the other three wounded soldiers in the tent also choked up and sat up to ask Han Lei.

"Doctor, please tell me how badly my injuries are? Am I still able to fight on the battlefield?"

"Doctor, how am I? How am I?"

"Woooo..."

"What are you brats crying about? You're lucky to be alive. What's there to cry about?" Old Man He snapped irritably.

“Yes!” Han Lei quickly reassured them. “Don’t worry, everyone. Except for A Mao, your injuries are all fine. The fact that you were able to wake up from your coma today means that your bacterial infection has been brought under control.”

The three wounded soldiers finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief and lay back down on their beds, sobbing.

Seeing that they had calmed down, Han Lei turned to comfort A Mao.

"Ah Mao, don't worry. You are brave warriors who fight on the front lines, but now that you are injured and unable to go to the battlefield, the Prince will definitely take good care of you. For example, he will let you do logistics or something. Don't worry! You can still shine in the army."

"Sniff, sniff," Amao sniffed, asking uncertainly, "Can you?"

Han Lei smiled gently, like a mother, "Yes, definitely."

Although she didn't know how wounded soldiers who couldn't go to the battlefield would be treated in this timeline, Han Lei was convinced that Zhao Zun would never abandon them.

She carefully examined the wounded soldiers' injuries, told them to rest well, and then prepared to go to the next tent to check on them. But as she turned around, Old He called her back.

"Dr. Han, please wait."

"Hmm?" Han Lei turned around. "Is there anything else, Uncle He?"

"Uh..." Old He glanced at Han Lei, then quickly lowered his head, rubbing his hands together, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated for a long time before finally stammering out a sentence.

"Uh... Miss Han..."

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