Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Xiao Yan took a bite of meat and said, "Would you have stopped if it weren't for that arrow? Or are you going to fight for three days and three nights?"

"Thank you for your sneak attack and making me stop." Yang Zhounan rolled his eyes at him, puffed up in his mouth, and said unhappily.

"Only you can do such a thing. Sooner or later, I will be caught..."

"puff--"

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly slapped on the back, and all the meat in his mouth spurted out.

"You... uh-"

Just as Yang Zhounan was about to start cursing, Xiao Yan stuffed a rabbit leg into his mouth.

"Be careful with your words." Xiao Yan said.

This matter stems from Xiao Yan's habit.

In his early years, Xiao Yan was just a small centurion, young and energetic, eager to make progress.

He almost died at the hands of the Di people on the Northern Expedition battlefield, but Yang Zhounan rushed out without hesitation to cut his own sword.

The two men had similar interests and got along well, and gradually became friends, comrades-in-arms, and friends for life and death.

At that time, Yang Zhounan was just a small captain, and the two often practiced martial arts and archery in the military camp.

Every time Xiao Yan went to find Yang Zhounan, he would not shout when they were close, but he was too lazy to shout when they were far away, so he liked to throw pebbles at Yang Zhounan.

In the end, he simply gave up using the stone and shot an arrow from a distance beside him to prove his archery skills.

Yang Zhounan cursed a lot for this matter, and once thought that this guy was stupid. Who would throw stones and shoot arrows at others?

This time he shot directly at someone, no wonder he complained.

The meat was not too burnt. Yang Zhounan tore off a piece of it with his mouth and said casually, "The young doctor in the afternoon was quite good at martial arts."

Xiao Yan chewed his meat, turned his head to look at him, and asked casually, "Are you interested?"

Yang Zhounan: “…”

Why does this sound so weird?

He frowned and tsk- ...

Xiao Yan gnawed on the rabbit meat as if nothing had happened, confused and puzzled.

"I was talking about martial arts, what did you think I was talking about?"

"you……"

Yang Zhounan felt a lump in his throat and a blockage in his heart, and he felt suffocated and unable to move.

Based on his years of experience, he found that he should not talk too much nonsense with this blockhead named Xiao, otherwise he would always be the one who suffered.

Yang Zhounan walked away speechlessly, leaving Xiao Yan still thinking about his words.

In the wounded barracks.

Lu Ziqing and Su Chengfeng had finished treating the wounds, but the medicine had not yet arrived, so Su Chengfeng started complaining.

"Where has Wu Ji been? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Lu Ziqing wiped the blood off his hands with a cloth and said, "You young man are still not efficient enough. I'll go and see you finish it."

As soon as he walked out of the wounded tent, he saw the soldiers running in one direction in a noisy manner. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed one of them by the arm.

"What happened?"

"The tent ahead is on fire." The soldier said and ran away.

Lu Ziqing followed them and turned a few tents. He saw a group of soldiers surrounding a large tent where medicinal herbs and food were piled up, as well as a military doctor's tent, and they were using branches and clothes to make fire.

The blazing fire made the dark night as bright as day, and not far away there were soldiers carrying water back and forth.

Burning the tents is not a big deal, but burning the medicines and food is fatal. Not only does it affect the lives of the entire army, but it will also lead to punishment, and all efforts may be in vain.

Lu Ziqing didn't have time to think about it, and pushed through the crowd and shouted urgently: "Hurry, hurry up and rescue the herbs and food."

The fire was burning and the soldiers were like headless flies. Lu Ziqing frowned and pursed his lips in anxiety. He clenched his fist and smashed it into the palm of his other hand again and again.

By the time these people had been wasting time, the things inside would have probably been burned to ashes.

He turned and walked through the panicked soldiers, hurriedly ran about ten feet away, grabbed the bucket from the soldier's hand and poured the water all over his body. The coldness instantly gave him goose bumps.

Lu Ziqing covered his head with his wet sleeves and rushed into the fire regardless of anything.

The flames were scorching all around, and the heat was filled with a strong bitter smell of herbs, which rushed into his nostrils.

Lu Ziqing choked and coughed, and his eyes were sore and tearful from the smoke.

He covered his mouth and nose and peeled off all the burning coarse cloth covering the wooden cart. The noisy shouts of the soldiers outside continued to come in.

"Water! Hurry up! Hurry up! Bring it here."

"Quickly pry off the oilcloth and get all of you wet in there. Hurry!"

"Army doctor, how are you?"

"........."

Those that were all on fire could no longer be taken care of, so Lu Ziqing dragged down the burning sacks from the top of the medicine and grain carts, and the rest could still be used.

As soon as he grasped the handle of the cart, he pulled his hand back because of the heat. He didn't care about the pain and quickly wrapped the handle with his wet sleeve. Against the scorching heat above, he pushed out a slightly charred wooden cart with a few small embers on it. The soldiers took it over immediately.

Lu Ziqing ran into the fire again without stopping, and the other soldiers followed him in.

Originally, we didn't need to set up a tent since we were only resting for one night, but we had to consider that if it rained, all the medicines, food, firearms and ammunition would be gone.

This tent is larger than other tents because it is used to store a lot of medicinal herbs and food.

Not only the medicinal materials were damaged, but also some food and military supplies were affected. Fortunately, the firearms were not here.

After several rounds of rescue, Lu Ziqing's face and hands were covered with black ash, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were messy and stuck to his cheeks.

The previously damp and cold clothes were heated by the fire, and mixed with sweat, they were steaming in the backlight, just like steamed meat just out of the pot.

He was pushing out who knows how many carts of food and fodder. The big wheels rolled a few times on the messy grass, and suddenly hit a small sharp stone. The heavy car body immediately tilted to one side.

"boom--"

The wooden cart made a loud noise, and sacks weighing hundreds of pounds rolled down one after another. One sack was squeezed open, and the golden corn spilled out.

The incident happened unexpectedly and Lu Ziqing accidentally twisted his wrist. He endured the pain and lifted the cart. After all the fallen sacks were loaded, his arms were shaking.

Unexpectedly, just as I reached the door of the tent, the burning oilcloth on the side suddenly collapsed.

The whole cloth was like a big fire blanket. There was no time to react. The fire blanket was in front of them in the blink of an eye. The soldiers outside the tent screamed in surprise.

In a flash, with a "crackling" sound, the fire blanket was suddenly picked up by a wooden stick and torn apart, and was thrown far to the side with falling sparks.

Lu Ziqing's heart was pounding, his mind full of confusion. Before he could react, he was faced with a serious face.

It’s Xiao Yan!

He dragged Lu Ziqing out of the tent, looked him up and down, and asked, "How is it? Where are you hurt?"

Lu Ziqing calmed himself down and said, "Thank you, General. I'm fine."

Su Chengfeng ran over, his face even uglier than that of the victim Lu Ziqing.

He glanced at the person next to him expressionlessly, without any intention of greeting. He simply pulled Lu Ziqing aside, grabbed his hand and spoke.

"How come you're like this after just a while?"

Lu Ziqing pushed his hand away, rolled up his wet sleeves, frowned and moved his wrist.

"I'm fine. Have you finished cleaning up the wounded camp? Then go help pick out the usable herbs. Let's go."

Su Chengfeng looked at the man's hands that were blistered by the burns, and his disheveled appearance, and felt secretly worried.

"Don't go. Apply medicine to the wound on your hand first. I'll take care of this."

The fire caused considerable damage. A small portion of the food and fodder was burned, and most of the medicinal materials were destroyed, leaving not much usable.

Fortunately, other tents were not affected. The soldiers were all standing in front of the ruins in a mess, their hearts were in turmoil, and they did not dare to speak as they looked at the stern-faced general in front of them.

Xiao Yan looked at everyone with a cold brow and serious expression. He asked, "Why did the tent catch fire for no reason? Someone, come and tell me."

All the medicines and food for the entire army were here. No one dared to step forward, as they were responsible for the heavy task. The two old medical officers and the food and fodder officer from the palace nearby lowered their heads and dared not speak.

After hesitating for a while, no one dared to step forward. Yang Zhounan's temper flared up again and he yelled.

"Are you all playing dumb? Forage officer and medical officer, please step forward."

Several people stood up timidly, glanced at each other, and a fat military doctor spoke unnaturally.

"Your Excellency, we don't know what happened. We were all in the wounded camp when it happened."

Xiao Yan cast his gaze on the grain officer, "Not to mention that the grain officer has also gone to the wounded camp."

The grain officer's ears buzzed, and he trembled as he said, "I, I just happened to need to urinate, so..."

Xiao Yan ordered the soldiers expressionlessly, "Drag them down and chop them all off, along with the soldiers on duty."

Everyone present, including Lu Ziqing and Su Chengfeng, was shocked. The grain officer was quickly dragged away amidst constant cries of "unfairness".

"Sir." Another thin military doctor's eyes moved slightly and he suddenly responded.

"The military's medicinal preparations have always been handled by Dr. Lu and his team. As for why the fire broke out in the military medical tent and the large tent storing medicinal herbs and fodder, perhaps we should ask them what happened."

These words were like lightning, suddenly rushing into the hearts of Lu Ziqing, Su Chengfeng, and Wu Ji in the crowd.

The three people's hearts skipped a beat and their faces turned pale.