Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Aunt Li kicked her legs hard, despair and fear intertwined in her eyes, and her hoarse cry was like the last fallen leaves in winter, shrill and helpless: "Let me go! The pillar of my family is gone, what do you want, you strong men?"

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not get rid of those arms that were as strong as iron clamps.

In the crowd, a soldier who was annoyed by Aunt Li's crying and shouting finally lost his patience. He swung his hand violently, and a strong slap like lightning that pierced the night sky landed heavily on the back of Aunt Li's neck.

In an instant, Aunt Li's eyes went dark, and all her struggles and cries were ruthlessly swallowed up by the darkness. Her body fell limply, and she allowed the soldiers to carry her into the tent, with her hands and feet tightly bound with ropes.

In order to completely eliminate the sound, another soldier hurriedly grabbed a piece of rag and stuffed it into Aunt Li's mouth. The faint cry was instantly strangled in the silent night.

In this chaos, Xiao Zhixue and Fan Yanmu walked side by side, their steps firm and calm, heading straight towards the tents of the injured soldiers.

The curtains were opened, and heavy scenes came into view: lying on the beds were wounded soldiers of different ages, but all of them had pale faces and clenched their teeth to endure the severe pain. It was a silence that was deep to the extreme, as if even groaning had become a luxury.

Wang Bin was the military doctor in the camp. He was anxiously moving between the wounded. When he saw Xiao Zhixue coming, he seemed to see a ray of hope. He hurried forward, with a bit of urgency and pleading in his voice: "Miss Xiao, do you still have those miraculous herbs that can cure all diseases? The remaining herbs I have are already stretched to the limit, and it is difficult to deal with so many wounded."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhixue gently pulled out a small bag from her bosom, which looked ordinary but actually contained a lot of secrets. It looked plain on the outside, but it was a whole other world on the inside.

Without saying much, she walked straight towards a young soldier who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

There was a horrific wound on the young man's leg. Although the blood flow slowed down due to the cold, the exposed bones with jagged edges reminded people of the severity of the injury.

Xiao Zhixue cleverly used the package in her hand as a cover, took out a bag of precious healing powder from her special space, and sprinkled it lightly on the wound.

The powder melted as soon as it touched the skin, as if it carried some kind of magic. The soldier's already pale face became even more distorted due to the pain, his body spasmed involuntarily, and sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting the dry ground.

But just after this severe pain, a strange feeling of comfort slowly spread, and the pain seemed to have really eased a lot.

"Just bear with it, it will be fine soon."

Xiao Zhixue's voice was soft but firm, both comforting and encouraging.

Hearing these warm words, the little soldier miraculously calmed down, tears of gratitude gleaming in his eyes, and he weakly uttered two words: "Thank you."

Xiao Zhixue responded with a warm smile, then continued to move forward, examining and administering medicine to other wounded people.

She handed Wang Bin a bottle of precious medicine powder, and with his skillful operation, the injuries of the wounded were initially relieved.

In front of a seriously injured and unconscious soldier, Xiao Zhixue couldn't help but frown.

The soldier's chest and abdomen had many deep knife wounds, the most dangerous of which was close to his heart and could be fatal even with a slight difference.

She took out a carefully crafted special pill from her bosom, gently pried open the soldier's lips and teeth, and inserted the pill that would melt instantly. The warm medicinal power was like a warm current, slowly soothing his pain.

As for the most dangerous wound on her chest, Xiao Zhixue understood that applying medicine powder externally alone was far from enough and that she had to adopt a more complex and sophisticated treatment method.

Her eyes wandered around, finally settling on Wang Bin: "Are there any utensils for decocting medicine here?"

His tone was calm, yet it revealed unquestionable authority.

Wang Bin heard the voice and reacted quickly. After answering repeatedly, he hurried out to make arrangements.

Soon, a guard returned with an old copper medicine pot in his hands. He placed it on the campfire and waited for instructions.

Xiao Zhixue calmly took out a water bag filled with clear spring water from her bag and poured it into the medicine pot. At the same time, she quietly mixed in a few drops of precious spiritual spring water, which was a magical liquid that could speed up healing and purify the body and mind.

Wang Bin noticed Xiao Zhixue's actions and secretly admired her. He waved away the soldiers around him and asked her about her next steps.

Xiao Zhixue politely declined his help and motioned for him to continue taking care of the other wounded. She then focused on decocting the medicine. Every movement she made revealed her calmness and confidence, as if she was performing a silent ritual to bring hope of rebirth to the soldiers.

After a while, a can of precious medicine powder was gradually empty after being carefully spread. Xiao Zhixue swiftly handed over another can, her movements revealing unquestionable decisiveness and tenderness.

Wang Bin's heart was filled with gratitude towards this woman who looked weak but was actually strong.

With these precious healing powders, the soldiers who were bravely wounded on the battlefield finally saw the hope of relief from their pain.

Just as Xiao Zhixue's light fingers were accurately dropping touches of emerald green herbs into the gurgling copper pot, the breeze outside the door seemed to carry a kind of anticipation, gently lifting a corner of the tent curtain.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Huairen's figure was as steady as a mountain, striding into the tent. When he caught a glimpse of Xiao Zhixue's profile as she concentrated on decocting medicine, his eyes lit up slightly, and his heart was filled with sincere admiration for this woman.

The soldiers felt the presence of Commander Gu Huairen, and although the pain in their bodies slowed their movements, they still struggled to stand up and salute.

Seeing this, Gu Huairen's eyes flashed with pity. He waved his hand and said gently, "You are all injured. There is no need to be polite. The most important thing is to rest and recover."

These words instantly softened the atmosphere in the tent, and a warm current quietly flowed through the soldiers' hearts.

Wang Bin took the opportunity to approach Gu Huairen and reported in detail the current situation in the camp, especially emphasizing the key role of Xiao Zhixue's selflessly donated medicine powder in this emergency rescue.

Hearing this, Gu Huairen turned to look at Xiao Zhixue, with a look of admiration and recognition that was difficult to conceal.

Although Gu Huairen had been slightly dissatisfied with her because of the incident with the jade pendant, at this moment, seeing her wholeheartedly devoting herself to the work of treating the soldiers, that insignificant unhappiness had long been melted away without a trace by her selfless behavior.

As time passed slowly, the medicine in the copper pot gradually turned into a fine paste under the catalysis of the fire.

Xiao Zhixue carefully took out some of the cooled ointment and quickly walked towards a soldier who was still in a coma.

Her fingers were gentle and precise, applying the ointment of hope drop by drop onto the soldier's chest.

With the subtle assistance of this spiritual spring water, the magical effect of the medicine showed its magic almost immediately. The unconscious soldier slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and his eyes, which were mixed with confusion and gratitude, were speechless when he met Xiao Zhixue's face. His throat seemed to be choked by thirst, and he couldn't even utter a simple word of thanks.