Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

At this moment, she wished that the four members of the family would die completely. Her face was horrible. Zhou Wuxie had no choice but to speak toughly and shouted, "Changping! What crime has this child committed?"

She doesn't want to live, so don't bring trouble upon the child. Kindness doesn't command an army, and righteousness doesn't accumulate wealth. That couple, one leading the army, the other doing business, are thriving. How could they be cowardly and kind? Previously, the few words were merely the grace of the victor towards the defeated. Now, with serious consequences, who knows how much bloodshed will ensue.

Changping gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger, saying, "What are you afraid of? There are two slave girls in the backyard! Go to hell!"

It was a great shame for Changping that her son-in-law took a concubine!

Here it comes again! This cycle repeats itself, how can it ever end? Zhou Wuxie was too lazy to pay attention to her and walked away. Changping looked at the surging and elegant figure of the past, but when he turned around, he no longer had the affectionate look in his eyes.

My eyes were filled with tears.

General's Mansion. After Wangshu finished giving everyone their instructions, he let the Wuwu army in. A pair of old Wuwu who couldn't hold back their tears brought their second daughters, Wawawa and Wuwu, a brother and sister who were sobbing and breathless. The Wuwu sounded loud and heavy.

The old man insisted on extracting the arrow and digging out the flesh for what he called a "30% chance." Wangshu finished explaining everything to the people and the matter. The pain became more severe, and the redness and swelling spread from the wound. Every movement was heartbreaking...

I was tired of talking, and I didn't want to listen to those big humming noises. "...It's not time yet..."

As soon as the words came out, a pair of old sobs, unable to hold back their tears, opened their mouths and sobbed loudly. Wangshu smiled and pulled at the wound, causing his face to twist in pain. "Go out, I want to sleep for a while."

Ji Shou quickly coaxed the person out, "Miss, the room is ready and clean."

The room was scalded inside and out with hot water, the gauze was washed and dried, the lights in the room were as bright as day, and there were three icebergs. Many small ice bags were also prepared to freeze the blood. The "operating room" was basically arranged according to Wangshu's requirements when she gave birth to the baby six years ago.

Over the years, rooms like this have become increasingly common in the military. For female soldiers, once they enter one of these rooms, "life is at stake, regardless of gender."

After urinating, Wangshu drank a bowl of sleeping pills and soon fainted without any effort.

"Make way... Make way!! Make way!!!!!!!" It seemed to come from a very far and high place, penetrating the long street, and then there were sounds of "snapping" and "da...da", as if someone was cracking a whip, or riding a horse wildly, with all four hooves running without touching the ground.

The people on both sides of the long street, hiding behind doors, stretched their necks to look. The sound gradually became clearer: someone was riding a horse, and the sound of whips cracking in the middle of the gallop...

Drawing closer and closer, a tall, majestic horse, its cloak fluttering, steeds with its left hand, its wrist invisible as it moves. With a flick of its right whip, the ground crackles with a majestic clatter. The civilians' ears pierced with a sharp ringing sound, unable to cover their ears in time. Before their eyes, a blur of people and horses swelled, leaving only a single dot. Then, behind them, came the clatter of horses' hooves, a vast cavalry force left behind by the far-ahead leader...

"The general has returned to the city..." someone murmured.

"So fast, so fierce!" It was so fast compared to the slow pace he usually took when holding a girl or holding a hand. Only the afterimages were left, and the last twang of whip and horse hooves was lingering.

The true God is handsome, brave and powerful, and no one can match him.

Tang Bo watched helplessly as the man and his horse rushed towards him, and he quickly stepped forward to support the man who was about to jump off the horse, "Young master, stay steady!" People who practice martial arts should avoid being mentally excited for a long time and over-consumed their physical strength in a short period of time.

Qin Xiuyuan covered his mouth and held the door, coughing violently. He tilted his head and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Tang Bo was shocked, and he and Zhang San supported the disheveled and weak-legged man into the mansion.

"Madam is still conscious. The old doctor is removing the arrow from her body." Zhang San came over and said, "General, wash up first. Don't mess around."

Tang Bo also emphasized, "Master, the lady is very conscious." A seriously injured person is most afraid of losing their breath. As long as the breath is strong, there is a chance of recovery. The two men directly helped the person into the bathroom of the wing. Tang Bo quickly reported the cause and effect while wiping the person down.

Zhang San presented the food. Qin Xiuyuan hurriedly dried his hair and waved his hands, showing no appetite at all. Tang Bo was busy running around helping him dress and put on shoes.

Zhang San lowered his eyes. He had been in the mansion for more than ten years, but he had never seen anyone who could serve the general personally. But the fact that Old Tang could do it so easily was enough to show the relationship between the two of them, who were like a teacher and a father.

After the hair was half dried, Tang Bo took over and tied it into a high bun, "Young Master needs to eat something. You still have to look after the Madam." The man who was rinsing his mouth took a look at the blood-stained mouthwash with an expressionless face. He picked up the ginseng soup handed over by Zhang San and drank it all, stuffing a few pieces of rice cakes into his mouth.

He walked quickly through the main hall, not bothering to greet, and kept walking. He whispered to Ji's father and mother who were watching over the crying baby, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't worry, father-in-law and mother-in-law." Without saying anything more, he turned and entered the door guarded by Chun Yang.

The rich smell of blood, familiar yet strange. It was the smell of a battlefield, a man's life-or-death struggle, as familiar as that arrow, but this scene wasn't at home, and arrows certainly weren't meant to be stabbed into the bodies of women and children.

His wife should not be tied up in such a humiliating manner, allowed to be frozen by ice, to have her flesh cut by a knife that had been burned by fire, with a cloth soaked in anesthetic stuffed in her mouth, to wake up in pain again and again, struggle a few times and then faint again, just to gamble on a tomorrow where her life or death is uncertain.

He gripped the woman's left hand, which was tied to the wooden frame. The wound on the right side was deep. The knife, slicing through the bone like mud, moved along the arrowhead, and black pus and blood flowed onto the clothing on her chest and around her swollen neck. Qin Xiuyuan placed a fresh cloth under the woman's chest and pulled the obstructive clothing down, exposing most of the bulge. This would prevent the doctor's arm from rubbing against the wound and causing blood to flow back.

He instructed the other old doctor, whose eyes were averted for a moment, "Don't worry about her pain. Saving her life is the most important thing. Please."

Just like a heart-saving pill, the old man nodded in relief. It was not that he was afraid of hurting people, but that men and women should be careful.

The old man and she cooperated with each other. No matter how much anesthetic was used, they could not withstand the overwhelming pain of flesh being cut and bones being separated. When the arrowhead was pulled out, Wangshu woke up instantly from the pain and cried out. The man put his hand on her blindfolded eyes to comfort her, "Shushu, hold on!"

Then he squeezed out the blood clots and cut out the flesh... Qin Xiuyuan kept pressing down on the man's head, repeating the same phrase over and over again, "Hold on," until the man fainted again and again.

The wound was quickly sutured with mulberry bark thread, and the shoulder was tightly wrapped with clean white cloth. The surrounding blood stains were cleaned, and a half-person-high lamp tree was placed on the side of the injured shoulder, and the injured area was warmed with a low fire.

After washing her hands, she took the man's pulse again. Zhuzhu reached out to touch the man's private parts and saw a faint trace of blood, which was not thicker or stopped.

This is troublesome.