Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

Xu Zecheng avoided the soldier's eyes full of sadness. As a major general, he had to remain calm and firm and not waver in the slightest.

"Bury them properly and let them rest in peace." His voice was low and powerful, and every word carried deep mourning for the fallen soldiers.

"Yes, General!" The soldier accepted the order, and the tears in his eyes finally rolled down. He raised his hand and quickly wiped them away, turned around and left, with a resolute and firm step.

In the wounded soldiers' camp, torches swayed in the night wind, illuminating Xu Zecheng's resolute face. His figure was elongated in the flickering firelight, appearing particularly resolute.

At this time, another personal soldier came to report: "Report to the Major General, the personal soldier camp has 18 seriously injured and 31 slightly injured, and no one has died."

Just as Xu Zecheng's tense nerves relaxed a little, the report sounded again behind him.

"Major General, we're out of gold medicine. Doctor Yu asked me to ask you to come up with a solution."

Xu Zecheng's expression instantly turned grim. The importance of the wound medicine to the wounded meant no delay. He quickly thought of a plan and said to the soldier, "Go and notify the military camp immediately. Have them immediately allocate all the available wound medicine from Anbei City."

"Major General, the Armament Battalion has collected medicine from all the medical clinics and pharmacies in Anbei City, but the recovered fine medicine still cannot meet the needs of all the seriously injured soldiers."

Xu Zecheng paced anxiously on the spot for two steps, his mind racing but still unable to come up with a good idea.

At this time, the guard at the city gate came hurriedly to report: "Report to the Major General, Xingsheng Trading Company in Kaiyun Prefecture sent a batch of hemostatic powder with a letter attached." After that, the guard respectfully presented the letter with both hands.

A company from Kaiyun Prefecture? It must be the medicine sent by my junior brother.

A hint of joy flashed in Xu Zecheng's eyes. He quickly took the letter, opened it, and pulled out the letter paper. He glanced at it and laughed out loud, "Hahaha, Junior Brother is really my timely help!" Then he turned to the guard and asked anxiously, "Where is the person from the trading company now?"

"Reporting to the Major General, they are waiting outside the camp." The guard replied.

"Okay, okay, bring them to see me immediately." Xu Zecheng ordered hurriedly.

Soon, the guards led a group of people into the camp.

Xu Zecheng couldn't wait for the visitor to pay his respects, so he asked anxiously, "Is the box filled with hemostatic powder?"

The young man walking beside the guards was the leader of the Xingsheng Trading Company. He clasped his fists and replied respectfully, "My humble servant, Li Cheng, greets the General. The box at the back contains the urgent hemostatic powder sent by the Ping'an Medical Clinic."

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Xu Zecheng personally stepped forward, opened the box, and saw the overflowing medicine bottles. He nodded with satisfaction and then ordered the guards beside him, "Quick, quickly send these medicines to the wounded camp and give them to Doctor Yu."

At the same time, just as Ji Nuan was preparing for bed, she was suddenly struck by a wave of dizziness, accompanied by a violent tremor in her sea of consciousness. She subconsciously reached out to support herself on the edge of the table, but accidentally knocked the teacup beside her to the ground, and a crisp shattering sound suddenly echoed in the quiet room.

Song Jinbai pushed the door open suddenly and was shocked when he saw this. He quickly stepped forward and took Ji Nuan, who was about to fall to the ground, into his arms. He was so frightened that his mind was almost torn apart.

"Nuan'er..."

In a hurry, he blurted out the nickname he had chewed over and over in his heart thousands of times, his voice filled with anxiety and worry that was difficult to conceal, "Nuan'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Although Ji Nuan could vaguely hear Song Jinbai's anxious call in her ear, the severe headache came like a tide, making her unable to respond. She could only frown tightly and endure this sudden pain.

Immediately afterwards, the three Ji Shan brothers rushed over after hearing the news and poured into the room with Song Huai.

Seeing this, Song Jinbai immediately ordered Song Huai: "Song Huai, go get the doctor!"

Song Huai took the order and left without any hesitation.

Seeing his sister still in Song Jinbai's arms, Ji Chuan felt distressed, but also felt that there was a difference between men and women. How could he let another man hold his sister?

She hurriedly wanted to take Ji Nuan, but Song Jinbai shook his head and explained: "Brother Ji, she has a severe headache. I will take her to the bed and she may feel more comfortable." After he finished speaking, without waiting for Ji Chuan's response, he carefully picked up Ji Nuan and gently placed her on the bed.

Ji Nuan had fallen into a coma. Just before she lost consciousness, she vaguely realized that this familiar feeling might mean that her space had been upgraded again.

The three brothers gathered around the bed, looking anxious.

Song Jinbai was even more at a loss. His hands were trembling, and like a drowning man craving for a glimmer of hope, he groped in Ji Nuan's sleeves, even though he knew in his heart that such an action might be futile.

Ji Chuan's usual gentle demeanor was completely gone. He grabbed Song Jinbai's wrist, his tone filled with reproach and urgency: "Jinbai, what are you doing? My sister is unconscious now, why are you still turning up her sleeve?"

Song Jinbai quickly explained, "Third Brother Ji, please calm down and listen to me. Nuannuan is proficient in medicine. I was thinking that she might have some emergency medicine on her. I was just too anxious. I didn't mean any other harm."

Ji Chuan shook off Song Jinbai's hand and said, "Even if you want to find medicine, you can't just flip Nuan Nuan's sleeves."

Ji Shan: "Okay, Third Brother, he might be too anxious."

"Young master, the doctor is here!" Song Huai hurriedly pulled an old doctor with white hair and beard into the room.

The old doctor was panting and was a little exhausted from being pulled by Song Huai all the way.

He took a long time to calm down, then said to Song Huai with a hint of reproach: "Hey young man, my old bones can't stand you tossing me around like that. If I die of exhaustion first, you'll have to find someone else to treat me."

"Old doctor, you've worked so hard." Ji Chuan looked anxious and hurried forward, his tone full of worry, "Please take a look at my sister. She suddenly fell into a coma. We really don't know what to do."

"Move aside, let me take a closer look at what's wrong with this girl." The old doctor pushed the crowd aside and sat down steadily beside the bed. He squinted his eyes, gently placed one hand on Ji Nuan's wrist pulse, and leisurely stroked his beard with the other hand.

After a moment, the old doctor's expression became strange. He stood up suddenly, his wrinkled face full of anger. "You are making fun of me! This girl has a steady pulse and a long breath. How can she be sick? It's late at night. My old bones can't stand this kind of torture!"