It's good to exchange marriages. My sister eats coarse food while I wear gold and silver.

"Take her to the room quickly."

Yuan Buwei felt Meng Qiongyue's pulse and her expression instantly became nervous: "Yunling, go get the herbs. Bring all the hemostatic and anti-inflammatory herbs, as long as they are herbs."

"Okay, I'll go now."

After removing Meng Qiongyue's clothes, Yuan Buwei discovered that her fatal wound was on the left side of her chest where her heart was. The wound was not big, but very deep. If she moved slightly, dark red blood would still flow out.

"Here it comes, the herbs are here."

Yun Ling brought in the herbs: "The Gale Camp suffered too many casualties. All the herbs that can be used are here."

Yuan Buwei didn't finish her words, she just pulled out some herbs and pressed them on Meng Qiongyue's wound.

But the moment she pressed it, blood flowed out from between Yuan Buwei's fingers.

"This……"

Yun Ling was frightened: "Young Madam, Miss Meng, why is she..."

"This is where the heart is. The wound is too deep. Quick, go get some clean cotton cloth and crush these herbs."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Time is life, Yuan Buwei dare not be careless for a moment.

Crushed herbs and clean cotton cloth were used to block Meng Qiongyue's wound.

Yuan Buwei stared at the wound without blinking.

But a few seconds later...

The cotton was dyed through.

Meng Qiongyue's originally pale face gradually turned into blue-gray, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

"Young Madam, this..." Yun Ling was dumbfounded and a little at a loss.

"It's okay. I'll give it a try. It will definitely stop. It will definitely stop."

It seemed that Yuan Buwei said this to Yun Ling, but actually she said it to herself.

Although I haven't been with Meng Qiongyue for a long time, she is positive and optimistic. Even in adversity, she never complains about herself and tries hard to find all ways to survive.

This deeply touched Yuan Buwei.

If I hadn’t been reborn, I would definitely not have been as powerful as Meng Qiongyue in my previous life.

Yuan Buwei's hands were shaking as she inserted the needle. She clenched her teeth and held her right hand with her left hand: "Qiong Yue, your dream has not yet been realized. You must survive for me, you must."

"Well."

After Meng Qiongyue, who was in a coma, groaned, her breathing became much stronger than before.

A trace of joy flashed in Yun Ling's eyes: "Madam, it works, your needle works."

"Ah."

Yuan Buwei nodded and continued the acupuncture.

After ten stitches, Meng Qiongyue's chest gradually began to rise and fall, and the bleeding rate of the wound also slowed down.

"Yunling, change the gauze."

"it is good."

In this way, the two of them changed positions seven or eight times, and finally the blood from Meng Qiongyue's wound stopped flowing.

But due to excessive blood loss, she fell into a deep coma.

Yuan Buwei counted the herbs and found that the most important one was missing.

"Blood sees sorrow?"

Yunling had heard of this herb before. It not only can stop bleeding and promote blood circulation, but also can regulate women's menstruation. She had irregular menstruation before, and this herb was included in the prescription she took.

"This medicine is not a rare species, but it grows on the edge of the forest or in wasteland. Dazhao Wharf is surrounded by water and the air humidity is too high, so it may not have this herb." Yuan Buwei's joy lasted only three seconds before she fell into trouble again.

"Madam, tell me what Xuejianchou looks like. I will take people to look for it right now. I don't believe that we can't find this herb in such a big place." Li Yan clenched his fists and looked at the unconscious Meng Qiongyue. "I am half responsible for her injury, so I must find it."

"Okay, then I'll draw it and then go look for other herbs, or go to the market to ask first."

It seemed like a war was over, but Yuan Buwei knew very well that the real test had just begun: "After a great disaster there will be a great epidemic. Li Yan, you organize a group of people to clean up the battlefield and bury all the bodies. Otherwise, it will cause pollution over time."

"clear."

"Madam, Madam, the young marquis is awake."

A young general ran in and said.

Joy filled Yuan Buwei's eyes. She asked Yun Ling to look after Meng Qiongyue and went to Lu Sui's tent.

As soon as she walked in, she saw Lu Sui struggling to sit up. Yuan Buwei immediately stepped forward and supported him: "Hurry up and lie down. Your wound has festered. I squeezed out a lot of pus and removed the rotten flesh, leaving a big wound."

"No wonder." Lu Sui frowned, his lips pale and peeling, "I feel like the wound is burning. It hurts even when I breathe."

"The medication is in short supply. We're out of painkillers. The anti-inflammatory and hemostatic drugs are almost gone." Yuan Buwei sighed and helped Lu Sui lie down.

"and many more."

Lu Sui, who was lying down halfway, thought of something and immediately sat up: "Have you found Qiong Yue?"

"Ah."

Yuan Buwei nodded and sat next to Lu Sui, letting him lean against her for comfort: "Her condition is worse than yours. We finally managed to stop the bleeding, but she is in a deep coma now and doesn't even have a fever."

"Not burning, isn't that a good thing?"

"Senior Sister said that most diseases can heal themselves. Herbal medicine, acupuncture, and other treatments are only auxiliary. Fever helps to activate the body, which is a good thing. Just like you had a fever yesterday, but today you are very weak but awake. But Qiong Yue is different. Her body can no longer support her fever, which means that she is now on the verge of life and death and may die at any time..."

Yuan Buwei couldn't utter that word, and clenched her hands: "I won't let anything happen to her."

"Write a letter to the Shangguan family."

"what?"

Yuan Buwei turned to look at Lu Sui.

"The battle with the Northern Qiang is over, and control of the dock is back in our hands. The Shangguan family's ship is the best and most advanced in the entire Dazhao. Let them come and bring Qiong Yue back to the capital for treatment. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."

Yuan Buwei thought about it and felt that what Lu Sui said made sense: "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

When he stood up, Lu Sui held his hand.

"what happened?"

Yuan Buwei turned to look at Lu Sui: "Why do you look so reluctant to leave me?"

"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise the battle with the Northern Qiang Army wouldn't have ended so quickly."

Yuan Buwei smiled and held Lu Sui's hand: "The battle here is over, but we still have a tough battle to fight when we return to the capital. You have a good rest, and I will come back soon."

"Where's Mianmian?"

Ever since his daughter came, Lu Sui has had one more person to worry about.

"Your high fever won't go away, and it scared her. She stayed by your side all night. Now she's sleeping next door. When she wakes up, I'll ask her to come and keep you company."

"Mianmian feels sorry for me."

Lu Sui said happily.

"Looking at you like this, I can imagine how reluctant you will be when Mianmian grows up and leaves home to make a living."

"Leaving home to make a living?"

Lu Sui's expression suddenly became serious: "The capital is so big, isn't it enough for her to venture out?"