After traveling through time, she just wanted to eat, drink and have fun

Zhu Yu came to the wounded camp to find Zhang Ling and told him that Prince Jing was injured and needed someone to take care of him. Zhang Ling was shocked and his heart tightened. The prince was of noble status. Although he had been injured many times before, he still needed someone to take good care of him. If something went wrong, the consequences would be disastrous.

Therefore, Zhang Ling immediately handed over the work at hand to the people around him, and explained to them in detail the follow-up handling methods and precautions. Then, he hurried to the tent of Prince Jing.

After entering the tent, Zhang Ling saw Prince Jing lying on the bed, his face pale, but his breathing steady, it seemed that he was not in danger of death. He walked quickly to the bedside and briefly checked Prince Jing's wound again. Seeing no signs of bleeding or fever, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Before Zhang Ling left, Zhu Yu informed him of Prince Jing's condition in detail, but did not go with him. Because she knew that as a military doctor, the battle was not over yet, and she had to continue to do her best to provide medical treatment for the injured. Moreover, there were more critical and urgent matters waiting for her to do.

The soldier who manages the food logistics recently discovered something very magical: the food seems to never run out! Take yesterday, for example, he took a lot of food from the northeast corner, but when he checked again today, the empty space did not seem to be as big as yesterday. Moreover, the food warehouse has been guarded by a special person 24 hours a day, and it can be confirmed that there are no problems or omissions.

The soldier thought this matter was very serious, so he quickly reported it to the old Duke of Zhenguo. However, after some investigation, he still found nothing. At this time, some knowledgeable people mentioned that occasionally there were a few such wealthy families among the people. Because of the excellent feng shui in their homes, the food would not be reduced no matter how much they ate.

Everyone was skeptical and decided to observe for a few days. At the same time, they also invited Ai Yun to check the soldiers' health, just in case. Fortunately, no abnormal conditions such as poisoning were found.

Since there was no danger, everyone stopped worrying about it. After all, more food was undoubtedly a good thing. Maybe it was because of the good feng shui here, as the folks said? Thinking of this, the soldiers couldn't help but secretly rejoice, and at the same time they were full of hope for victory.

In fact, Ai Yun knew that it was Zhu Yu who did it. Because Zhu Yu not only told her the secret of the space, but also helped her grow a lot of herbs, and by the way, he also solved the problem of herbal medicine shortage in the wounded camp. Ai Yun expressed her envy in front of Zhu Yu without hiding it, and even complained why she didn't have such good luck to get so much help. Zhu Yu understood her feelings, and if it were her, she would also be envious.

He comforted her by saying, "You are strong enough, and your medical skills are miraculous. And my things are yours. Besides, don't you think that I am your helper? After all, I have everything you lack, and I am willing to give it to you." After the two chatted for a while, they once again devoted themselves to the tense and busy work of treating the wounded.

Let's talk about Prince Jing's situation. Prince Jing was in a coma until noon the next day when he slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Highness, you are finally awake! How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Zhang Ling asked with concern.

When Prince Jing saw Zhang Ling standing by his side, he could not help but feel an indescribable sense of loss. He slowly supported himself and sat up, saying in a slightly hoarse voice, "No problem, when did she leave?"

Zhang Ling naturally knew who the person Prince Jing was referring to, so he picked up a pillow quietly and carefully placed it behind Prince Jing so that he could lean on it comfortably. Then, he brought the cup of still warm water on the table to Prince Jing and said softly, "Your Highness, Miss Zhu went to the wounded camp last night to replace the younger one. She said that there was something important that she had to deal with personally, and she also asked Your Highness to rest more."

In fact, these words did not come from Miss Zhu's mouth, but Zhang Ling understood that the prince liked to hear these, and at least he would not be too depressed after hearing them.

Prince Jing nodded slightly, took the cup and drank. However, his mind had already drifted far away, wondering what Zhu Yu was busy with. He naturally understood the difference between men and women, and it was inconvenient for Zhu Yu to take care of him. Besides, since Zhu Yu had said so, there must be something urgent to deal with. However, this did not prevent him from feeling a sense of loss. At such a moment, he really hoped that Zhu Yu could be by his side.

He is being pretentious.

Although he was pursuing Zhu Yu, during the time they spent together, he seemed to have always received all the benefits from Zhu Yu: tasting the delicious food she cooked; enjoying her patient and gentle comfort and persuasion; being treated by her after being injured... Everything seemed to benefit him, and what he gave Zhu Yu were just some ordinary items such as gold, silver, and jewelry. Not to mention that these were not rare treasures for Zhu Yu, even other men could easily give them. At this moment, he wanted to dedicate his burning heart to Zhu Yu without reservation to show the depth of his love.

However, red taro does not seem to need it.

Prince Jing was a little confused for a moment.

Perhaps there is another way to try.

Zhu Yu came to Prince Jing's tent at lunch time, not too long after he woke up. She accurately estimated that Prince Jing should have woken up by now, and out of concern and care for him, she personally came to visit him with the medicine that Zhao Aiyun had carefully prepared to replenish qi and blood and help heal wounds.

After entering the room, Zhu Yu first handed the medicine in his hand to Zhang Ling, and then turned his eyes to Prince Jing and asked, "Prince, how do you feel now?"

Prince Jing was secretly happy because he felt Zhu Yu's concern from her personal delivery of medicine. He knew that she cared about him. So, Prince Jing showed a painful expression and said, "My condition is fine, but the wound is very painful. Can you check me again?"

Zhu Yu looked at the painful expression on Prince Jing's face, and a trace of doubt could not help but arise in her heart. Logically speaking, she had clearly treated the wound properly yesterday. After this period of recuperation, although the pain was inevitable, it would not be so severe. However, she did not express her doubts, but responded: "Okay, let me take a look."

Zhu Yu carefully pulled the quilt aside. Prince Jing still maintained the same posture as yesterday, with his strong and sturdy upper body naked. The gauze wrapped around his body was the one Zhu Yu had bandaged for him yesterday. The surface of the gauze was clean, without a trace of blood.

Zhu Yu couldn't help but stop moving. She originally wanted to ask Zhang Ling to come over and help untie the gauze, but then she thought it was unnecessary. After all, it wasn't the first time she had seen such a scene, so why should she be so hypocritical now? However, Prince Jing obviously saw through her thoughts and winked at Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling understood and immediately picked up the medicine bag and walked out of the tent, muttering to himself, "I have to boil the medicine quickly so that the prince can recover soon."

For a moment, the room became extremely quiet, with only Zhu Yu and Prince Jing facing each other. Zhu Yu took a deep breath and began to untie the gauze on Prince Jing's body circle by circle. As the gauze was gradually removed, some dried blood was exposed on the gauze when it was close to the inner layer, but not much. When it came to the last layer that was close to the skin and flesh, the gauze stuck tightly to the flesh because the blood had dried. To remove this layer, a little more force was needed.

At this moment, a low and hoarse groan came from above Zhu Yu's head. This time, Prince Jing did not endure the pain as usual, but groaned directly. Although the sound was not loud, it echoed in the silent tent, causing Zhu Yu's heartbeat to accelerate instantly.

Zhu Yu paused while removing the gauze. She looked up at Prince Jing and said, "The blood has stuck the gauze and flesh together. It will be a little painful. I'll have to be careful." Then she removed the gauze more carefully.

Prince Jing looked at Zhu Yu quietly, her eyes were focused and serious, and he felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. Although he was not a big fan, it was not that no one had treated him well, but Zhu Yu's kindness to him made him particularly moved.

Finally, the gauze was completely removed, and Zhu Yu carefully examined the wound. He saw that the wound had begun to heal, but there was some redness and swelling around it.