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She did not interrupt the doctor's rescue, but just stood aside and watched silently the man who used his own blood and life to protect her.

His body seemed to have become a maliciously graffitied canvas, covered with deep and shallow, crisscrossing wounds. Some of the wounds were skinned and bleeding, as if they were torn apart by a wolf; other places were bruised and swollen, with purple patches and bloody wounds intertwined. There was not a single piece of intact skin and flesh on his body.

On his shoulders, the teeth marks left by the wolf's fangs were clearly visible, deeply embedded in the muscles, as if they were about to break the bones. The wounds on his back were even more horrible, with scratches like devil's claws extending from the neck to the waist. On his legs, the muscles were bitten to pieces, and you could almost see the white bones, which was unbearable to look at.

A fang with a yellowish white tint was embedded in Qian Mingduo's palm. The doctor took great effort to pry open his palm.

"Give it to me," Wang Zhaojun stretched out her hand, "Give me this wolf fang."

"What does the princess want it for?" the doctor asked in confusion.

"Sir, please don't ask any more questions." Wang Zhaojun held the wolf's fang tightly in her palm. "Saving the general is the most important thing."

It took the doctor two hours to treat Qian Mingduo's wound, and Wang Zhaojun stood there silently for two hours.

The "Princess" doctor bowed his head and reported, "The general's injury is very serious. I can only treat the external injuries."

"Have the general's internal organs been damaged?" Wang Zhaojun asked with concern.

"From my perspective, the general's internal organs are fine, but..."

"Just what, please tell me clearly, sir."

"It's just that the general lost too much blood... When he can recover and to what condition he will recover are all unknown."

"General," Wang Zhaojun put her face close to Qian Mingduo and said, "You must hold on. You will definitely be able to recover." Her tears fell on Qian Mingduo's face like pearls that had broken off the string.

"Princess," the doctor whispered, "General Han is a true general who leads troops into battle and rides a horse to kill the enemy. He has such a strong body that he has been able to hold on for so long despite such injuries. If it were someone else, he would have been eaten by wolves long ago."

"He insisted on doing this for me." Wang Zhaojun gently stroked Qian Mingduo's face and murmured in a low voice, "He risked his life to protect me." Her eyes were full of tenderness and gratitude.

"Princess, although the general is strong, he has lost too much blood. I will report the truth to you." The doctor at the side lowered his head and said, with a hint of helplessness and worry in his tone.

"What?" Wang Zhaojun stood up, frowned slightly, and asked nervously, "What should you report truthfully?" Her eyes were fixed on the doctor, and an uneasy premonition surged in her heart.

"The general's injuries are too severe, and he has lost too much blood. Moreover, the wolf's teeth and claws contain pathogenic substances, so these days..." The doctor hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to continue.

"Please feel free to speak, sir!" Wang Zhaojun tried her best to suppress her extremely nervous emotions and kept her tone as calm as possible. "What will happen to the general in the next few days?" But her voice still trembled a little, and her hands were unconsciously clenched together.

"The general will be in great danger these days, and may die at any time..." The doctor sighed and shook his head, "But as long as the general survives these two or three days, his life will no longer be in danger. All this... depends on the general's own luck." His words were heavy and serious, making everyone present feel a chill.

Wang Zhaojun's face turned pale instantly, tears welled up in her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, and then whispered to the attendants: "Please carry the general to my carriage. I will take good care of him."

The attendants gently placed Qian Mingduo into the carriage, bowed and left, leaving only Wang Zhaojun and Qian Mingduo in the carriage.

Xiaohong, the maid of "Princess" Wang Zhaojun, asked softly outside the carriage: "Let me help you take care of the general, it will be very hard for you to do it alone.

"No need." Wang Zhaojun opened the car window and looked at the pale sky. She sighed and said slowly, "You have all worked hard all night. Go and have a rest."

"Princess..." Xiaohong looked up and saw Wang Zhaojun smiling and shaking her head, then she bowed and prepared to leave.

"Xiaohong," Wang Zhaojun called out to Xiaohong who was about to leave, "Tell the captain that we will stay here for the next few days. The general cannot stand the fatigue of traveling." She looked back at Qian Mingduo, tears streaming down her face. "We will continue our journey after the general is well again!"

Wang Zhaojun hoped that Qian Mingduo would recover soon, but the doctor's words made her worried. She knew that Qian Mingduo's physical condition was very bad, but what could she do? She could only stay by Qian Mingduo's side silently, looking at his pale face, her heart filled with regret and pain.

Wang Zhaojun gently stroked Qian Mingduo's cheek, leaned close to his ear, and said softly: "Zijian, I hope you are well. If you can't make it through this, I... will go with you."

Wang Zhaojun did not leave Qian Mingduo's side for the entire day. She herself had not finished drinking, but she would wipe Qian Mingduo's dry lips with a wet cotton cloth from time to time.

It was not until night fell that Wang Zhaojun ate some wolf meat at Xiaohong's pleading. The captain brought all the dozen wolves killed by Qian Mingduo back to the camp and ordered the chef to cook them for everyone to eat.

The doctor came out of the carriage with the medicine. Xiaohong, who had been waiting outside the carriage, quickly took the medicine bowl. Just as she was about to get on the carriage, the doctor stopped her and asked softly, "Did the general take the last bowl of medicine?"

Xiaohong shook her head in frustration.

"How can this be done!" The doctor clenched his hands, stamped his feet and said, "The general can't take medicine, can't eat rice, what should we do?" He paced back and forth anxiously, sighed, walked to the car window, and whispered, "Princess."

"I know everything you want to say, sir." Wang Zhaojun's voice revealed an indescribable fatigue and sadness.

"But the general has not had any soup. How can his body handle this?"

"I know that too, but..." Wang Zhaojun sighed softly.

"Princess, if the general continues like this, the consequences will be disastrous!" the doctor advised sincerely.

"I understand, but the general can't eat anything now and can't drink the medicine!" Wang Zhaojun wiped the medicine flowing from the corner of Qian Mingduo's mouth.

Suddenly, Wang Zhaojun's eyes lit up with hope. She knew what to do. She slowly let out a long breath and said to Xiaohong, "Xiaohong, you can go out now."

"But General..." Xiao Hong said softly, "General can't take the medicine..."

"You go ahead." Wang Zhaojun's face suddenly turned red. "I will let the general take the medicine. You just wait outside. Remember, don't come in unless I call you."

Seeing Xiaohong closing the car door, Wang Zhaojun picked up the medicine and took a sip. Holding the medicine in her mouth, Wang Zhaojun looked at Qian Mingduo, her eyes filled with infinite tenderness and her cheeks became more and more red.

She slowly moved closer to Qian Mingduo's mouth and slowly pressed her lips against his. She tightly closed her lips, stuck out her tongue, gently parted Qian Mingduo's lips, and then slid her tongue tip across the gap between his teeth while pushing hard, once, twice...

Wang Zhaojun felt Qian Mingduo's tightly clenched teeth slowly open a little, and she was extremely excited. She pushed hard with the tip of her tongue again, and she felt the tip of Qian Mingduo's tongue, so she slightly parted her lips, and the medicine flowed along her tongue into Qian Mingduo's mouth. And she clearly heard the sound of him swallowing.

Wang Zhaojun raised her head and felt her cheeks burning and her heart beating rapidly and irregularly. She could not care less and put a few strands of hair behind her ears and took another sip of the medicine.

Seeing that Qian Mingduo's lips were still slightly open, Wang Zhaojun put the tip of her tongue into his mouth again...