After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

And that was pretty much the case; when Le Qi and the others attended the banquet, Vice General Yang still did not show up.

They said they went on patrol.

What a coincidence!

Le Qi seemed completely unconcerned, chatting amongst himself with the other soldiers.

Unlike him, Fang Nanzhi and the other two were very popular.

Fang Nanzhi, in particular, heard that this doctor had cured the crown prince and volunteered to serve as their military doctor for a period of time.

The soldiers were deeply moved and treated them with great hospitality.

The northeastern fortresses are bitterly cold, and the army has always lacked medical care and medicine. Most soldiers who are wounded on the battlefield, unless they are missing an arm or a leg, or only have two or three cuts, will have their wounds cauterized with fire.

Regardless of whether it hurts or not, without medication, the wound heals slowly.

Fang Nanzhi was stunned when she heard them say that.

In this respect, the Le family army is far inferior to the military camps in the capital.

Being under the emperor's nose, they have many advantages.

Fang Nanzhi suggested that she wanted to go to the military camp the next day to see how things were going.

Wang Canjiang agreed immediately, without any suspicion. He came with Yue Qi, so why should he be on guard?

The other two are Qin Yan, the older brother of Doctor Fang, and another young woman who claims to be a staff member, so of course she can go as well.

While Yue Qi was still carrying a bowl of water and toasting at each table, trying to get to know the soldiers, the three of them were fawned over and directly integrated into the inner circle.

Zheng Wanru felt a little sorry for him.

Is it not a matter of speaking? The Yue family has been honing their skills for three generations, waiting for Yue Qi to shine.

Why are people here on Le Family Army's territory? They seem a bit unwelcome.

When she got back, she asked about this question.

Fang Nanzhi thought about it carefully: "Maybe it's not that they don't like you, but that their expectations are too high."

Zheng Wanru didn't quite understand what he meant.

The next day, they officially entered the military camp, and Yue Qi naturally went along.

Yes, he was able to go because of Fang Nanzhi. Uncle Wang and the others didn't invite him at all.

Upon entering the military camp, one could immediately see the difference. The Le family army was disciplined and well-organized. Just to get in, they had to go through three checkpoints to verify their identities.

Once inside, Wang Canjiang stayed with them, but he still received a lot of subtle, unseen scrutiny.

Without a doubt, if Lieutenant General Wang hadn't been with them, someone would have come up and questioned him.

The first place we passed was a sand dune.

Thousands of warriors, wielding large swords, repeatedly performed slashing motions.

"kill!"

The shouts of the soldiers echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

Several teenagers were stunned by what they saw, while Qin Yan couldn't help but feel a surge of heroic spirit.

He had never thought of joining the army, but at this moment, he was still moved and his heart was burning with passion.

Le Qi's eyes lit up; he had practiced swordsmanship in the same way when he was learning.

He couldn't help but feel a little itchy, and said quite straightforwardly, "Dr. Fang, let Uncle Wang show you around, I'll practice with them."

As soon as they entered the city, Fang Nanzhi gave him acupuncture, and he was able to stand up.

During the day, he looks no different from an ordinary person, but at night, the pain in his legs is excruciating.

But he thought it was worth it and was very patient.

After saying that, without waiting for Fang Nanzhi to nod, he moved and entered the queue.

A hint of appreciation appeared in Wang Canjiang's eyes. "Good lad, no wonder he's from the Yue family."

After leaving the battlefield and turning a few more corners, we arrived at the medical tent.

Fang Nanzhi couldn't help but turn her head and glance at Wang Canjiang.

How stingy! Just because Yue Qi isn't here, you won't take them on a tour of the military camp?

She also wanted to visit the armory.

The Le family had three medical tents, but only one military doctor was in charge—Dr. Hua.

The military doctor was in his thirties, very thin, but had a bad temper, or rather, a sharp tongue.

Right now, he's bandaging a young soldier's wound: "Next time we fight, you'll be at the front."

The soldier's eyes lit up: "Brother Hua, you think highly of me too. Do you think I have the potential to be a vanguard?"

"No, that's not it. You're good at spotting enemy arrows, which makes you good at taking the hits for the people behind you."

The Chinese military doctor said coldly.

The soldier felt a chill run down his spine, his eyes widening: "Wasn't that cannon fodder, a meat shield to be sent to his death? Brother Hua, how could you treat me like this?"

Does this mean he's only good at taking hits and has no real skills? That's incredibly insulting.

Despite his condemnation, Dr. Hua remained unmoved, continuing to tighten the gauze around his neck.

The soldier hissed twice in pain.

The Chinese military doctor then put his hand down and said, "It is a person's virtue to know his own limitations."

“You’ve come to see me for three months in a row. You’re getting injured quite often.”

The soldier's face turned red; he was both angry and ashamed.

They fought three small battles over three months, and he failed to take a single head, but was wounded each time, either by arrows or stabbed in the abdomen.

The wounds were neither too serious nor too minor; he wouldn't die or be crippled, but it would be difficult for him to treat his own wounds, so he needed the help of Dr. Hua.

After watching them finish their work, Wang, the military officer, coughed and called over Dr. Hua.

"This is Doctor Fang, young but highly talented, he once treated the Crown Prince..."

Fang Nanzhi: ...

She has clearly treated so many people, so why does it seem like she has only done one thing?

Fang Nanzhi hopes that when others praise her, they will praise her directly for her medical skills, rather than treating her differently because of the special nature of her patients.

It seems she still needs to work harder.

How wonderful it would be if one day, instead of gaining fame for saving the crown prince, she became proud that the crown prince was saved by her.

Fang Nanzhi almost chuckled to herself as she imagined it so vividly.

The military doctor looked down at the little girl who was much shorter than him.

"What? Has Deputy General Yang completely lost his humanity? He's even snatching thirteen-year-old girls to be your doctors?"

This is incredibly ironic.

Chinese military doctors are qualified to say this.

Firstly, he was kidnapped; he had been living quite well in a bandit's den.

He was the son of the leader of a bandit gang. His uncles were all ruthless and had done a lot of robbery and plunder.

The result was a Chinese military doctor who, apart from his sharp tongue, didn't resemble a bandit at all.

He forbade the bandits from killing people indiscriminately, from robbing women, and forced them to farm for a living.

That's hilarious! If bandits all farmed, would they still be bandits?

However, his father and uncles really loved their only younger relative. Under his persuasion, the bandit gang became much more restrained and started to only rob the rich to help the poor.

Of course, they only target those who are rich but heartless.

You know what, aside from the hassle of verifying the other party's identity, they made more money in just a few rounds than in the previous ten years.

These unscrupulous businessmen are incredibly wealthy? It's outrageous!

Oh, and don't forget about helping the poor. The bandits believed they were poor; after all, they were outlaws, how could they not be poor? So they figured they'd keep all the loot for themselves.

As their fame grew, those ruthless wealthy merchants, not to be trifled with, began to join forces to pressure the imperial court to suppress the bandits.

Deputy General Yang personally led the troops there.

It wasn't that he cared much about those wealthy merchants, but rather that he was eyeing the treasure in the bandit's den.

Let's wipe them out and get some military supplies along the way.

Sending the Le family army to suppress bandits was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito; the outcome was predictable.

Because they hadn't persecuted ordinary people too much, Deputy General Yang gave them a way out and allowed them to join the army.

What could the bandits do? They shook their heads; the knife at their necks wouldn't allow it.

Only Dr. Hua was found to have done nothing wrong, and according to the rules, he could be released.

Unfortunately, it was discovered that he knew medicine. He learned from the local villagers and from the doctor who had been kidnapped. After learning the skills, he even pleaded for the person's release.

At that time, the Le family army had two military doctors.

An elderly man, with failing eyesight and hearing, was given a way to make a living by Deputy General Yang, who then allowed him to leave the army.

It’s impossible not to leave.

The wounded soldiers were brought in, all bleeding heavily. The old army doctor rushed over and asked the young man carrying the stretcher, "Where are you injured?"

Wounded soldier: ...I'm a little hesitant to treat him. Maybe he should go back and wait for himself to heal on his own.

Unfortunately, the old military doctor didn't give him a chance. Finally, he found the right patient and the wound.

"What weapon injured you?"

"halberd."

"What? You're asking me if I'm hungry? I'm not hungry. You're such a polite child. Even in this state, you still care about this old man."

The wounded soldier cried, cried helplessly, his eyes brimming with tears as he bit his blanket and looked at his comrades.

Even the soldiers who were carrying the man dared not let him treat him.

And so, Deputy General Yang really didn't dare to use him anymore. However, the old military doctor had followed the Le family army for most of his life, so he couldn't be driven away. He had to find another way to take care of him.

Another military doctor was very unlucky.

When fighting breaks out, the medics have to retreat, and their medical tents are located at the rear.

The medic mounted his horse, but his medicine box fell off, scattering herbs all over the ground.

How could he bear to leave? Just as he bent over, tidying up his medicine box, an arrow pierced through his chest.

The medic glanced down once, then with his last strength, he handed the medicine box to a soldier beside him before collapsing.

The medicine in here can save many lives.

And so, the Le family army was left with no one to use. Then, Dr. Hua came crashing in. Would Deputy General Yang let him go?

At first, it involves persuasion, promises, and offering benefits.

Doctor Hua was reluctant to agree. He claimed that his ancestor was Hua Tuo, and as a descendant of Hua Tuo, he should devote himself to studying medicine. Therefore, he wanted to travel to the capital to see if he could witness the demeanor of the imperial physicians.

His father—the bandit leader, Hua Da Lian: ?

What the heck? His surname is Hua, but when did he become a descendant of Hua Tuo?

If his family had really been doctors for generations, why would he have become a bandit?

Deputy General Yang is a very adaptable person; if soft methods don't work, he'll use hard ones.

That's right, I'm not releasing him, what can you do about it?

Get my illness treated properly, and don't forget your father and uncles; they're part of the Le family army now too.

The Chinese military doctor was thus forcibly taken from him.

Although he was filled with resentment, he was a very ethical doctor. When he saw someone injured, he couldn't help but treat them, and he would never deliberately make their condition worse to take revenge.

Alas, Deputy General Yang is shameless; these young men are innocent.

After observing him for a while, Deputy General Yang was relieved to see that he was like this.

As for the military doctor's sharp tongue and indiscriminate sarcastic remarks, just bear with it. What's wrong with hearing a few unpleasant words? Getting annoyed will actually make you more energetic.

Wang Canjiang was not annoyed by the rebuke and continued to introduce: "He was once a disciple of Physician Zhou."

Upon hearing the name of Physician Zhou, Physician Hua's expression immediately changed.

"But, the former head of the Imperial Medical Academy, Elder Zhou?"

“It is indeed my master,” Fang Nanzhi said.

The Chinese military doctor's eyes immediately lit up, and most of the coldness on his face disappeared.

"Dr. Fang, my apologies for not recognizing you. May I ask what brings you here? Oh, by the way, did Old Zhou come along?"

Clearly, the last sentence is the key point. Just thinking about meeting the famous Dr. Zhou made Dr. Hua's heart beat faster.

That's his idol.

"No, my master is too old to travel back and forth."

Fang Nanzhi lies without even blinking.

Whether Old Master Zhou came or not, no one asked him, no one came to invite him, and he didn't even know when his good apprentice was leaving the capital until afterward.

Yes, that's right. The Fang family could keep Fang Nanzhi's trip to the Le family army a secret, but since she wasn't in the capital, they couldn't hide it from Old Master Zhou and Mr. Deng.

What about their disciples? The disciples who listened to their teachings every day, so clever, lively, and adorable, such grown-up people—where are they now?

At first, Fang Tong helped his daughter apply for sick leave, but on the same day, Mr. Deng and Mr. Zhou both came to visit.

The real concern was for the young disciple's health.

Although Mr. Deng usually treats young girls with cold indifference, how could he not care about his only disciple?

The moment the two arrived, the truth could no longer be hidden. Fang Tong could only confess part of the story, saying that his two children had left the capital to travel together.

Leaving the capital is true, but traveling around is just a lie, isn't it?

The Imperial Medical Academy is working on a crucial matter, and Fang Nanzhi would greatly benefit from getting involved. So why did she just leave like that? There's no reason for it.

Qin Yan is still a student at the Imperial Academy. How can he just ask for leave like that?

Most importantly, even if one were to actually travel, one would have to bid farewell to the teacher beforehand and receive the assignments before leaving, right?

The lie was so obvious, but Mr. Deng and Mr. Zhou were very considerate and didn't press the matter.

They even discovered that the Fang family was intentionally or unintentionally hiding the fact that Fang Nanzhi was not in the capital, and they silently cooperated.

I have no idea what my apprentice was up to, and I still have to clean up his mess.

Old Zhou was anxious and worried, while Mr. Deng just kept sneering.

Just wait, when my little apprentice comes back, I'll teach her a lesson about respecting her teacher. Hmph.

Fang Nanzhi had not anticipated this yet.

She was invited into the medical tent. Dr. Hua was a very pragmatic person.

Although disappointed that Physician Zhou was not there, I was still happy enough to see his disciple.

He led his men directly to see the wounded, wanting to see how skilled the imperial physician's disciples were and whether he might have the opportunity to become an apprentice of an imperial physician in the future.

General Wang was thus ignored. He touched his nose and decided not to stay there any longer.

He's going to see Young Master Yue.

"I wonder if I could have a glimpse of the Le Family Army's prowess?" Qin Yan followed silently.

He felt that his sister was safe in the Le family army, and Zheng Wanru was eager to help her, so he didn't need to do anything, which is why he left.

"Young Master Qin, please." General Wang knew his identity and was still quite polite.

"Hmm, you hurt your butt? How many days has it been? The wound is healing rather slowly."

Fang Nanzhi bent down and looked closely at the injured man whose pants had been pulled down, revealing half of his buttocks.

The soldier lying prone, his face flushed, seemed tempted to run away.

Good heavens, who would have thought that Dr. Hua would pull down his pants without saying a word just to show the little girl?

There were still two girls.

Poor thing, he's not even married yet and he's already been seen naked, sob sob sob.

The Chinese military doctor did him a great disservice!

No one knew his grief and anger; it was because he was lying face down that his expression couldn't be seen.

"It's been a month, and the medication I've been taking is..."

The Chinese military doctor didn't consider the feelings of the wounded at all; he only cared about his own position.

Fang Nanzhi frowned: "Although this is a prescription for stopping bleeding, its effect is only so-so. What medicinal herbs do you have in your army now?"

Fang Nanzhi knew that many of the palace secret recipes she learned from her master were unusable.

There were no precious medicinal herbs.