Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Xiao Yan held Lu Ziqing in his arms like this, and after half an hour, the person in his arms seemed to have fallen asleep.

The next morning.

The sky was still overcast and rainy, the forest was covered with white mist, and birds were chirping in the mountains.

Xiao Yan and Lu Ziqing wanted to climb out of the cave using vines, but the cave walls were slippery and it took them a while to climb out.

The forest was wet, full of lush greenery and wild flowers emitting a faint fragrance, blending with the rain.

They walked out along a weedy path that was not really a road. The road was slippery and uneven, and there were often sharp stones in the grass, which could easily prick their feet if they were not careful.

Lu Ziqing picked up a long branch as thick as his arm to use as a makeshift crutch.

Because of his injuries, his movements were slow, and before he knew it, a distance of more than ten meters had opened up between him and Xiao Yan.

Lu Ziqing wanted to catch up with the man, so he quickened his pace with his crutch. He accidentally stepped on a mossy stone and slipped.

"what--"

The sound of the fall echoed far away, causing birds to fly all over the forest. The man in front also turned around suddenly, ran back in three or two steps and squatted down.

"Sorry, I was so focused on exploring the way that I forgot you were injured. Where did you fall?"

Lu Ziqing shook his head and said, "It's just an old wound, nothing serious. It's my own carelessness that has hindered us and caused us so much trouble, General."

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, just glanced at him, then turned around and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."

Carry him?

Lu Ziqing thought he had heard wrongly.

He couldn't do something as unreasonable as "ordering the general around", so he waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no, how dare I ask the general to carry me?"

After saying that, he walked forward on his own, supported by his crutches.

Being tough can save your face, but it will just hurt every time you walk.

Seeing the way Xiao Yan, a soldier, insisted on being polite but suffered in vain, he wanted to tie him up and carry him back.

He stepped forward and stopped the man, saying, "Doctor, please don't be polite to me at this time. You and I are trapped in this mountain. We are in a situation of mutual benefit and misfortune. There is no distinction between subordinates and subordinates. Besides, if we keep walking like this, we may not be able to walk back before dark."

He looked up at the sky again and said, "It's gloomy today. It's going to rain heavily soon."

It has been raining since I left the cave, and spring rain is the most unpredictable.

There are many poisonous insects, snakes and beasts in the mountains. If you don’t want to be trapped in the forest at a snail’s pace, it’s best to listen to advice.

After much thought, Lu Ziqing managed to squeeze out a sentence: "...Then thank you very much."

Xiao Yan turned around and knelt on one knee.

That broad, straight back brought Lu Ziqing's thoughts back to his childhood, when his master often squatted down and carried him like this...

Time flies, and eighteen years have passed to this day. I don’t know when it started, but he is no longer the child who needs to be carried on someone’s back.

On the contrary, I followed my master to become a doctor to cure illnesses and save lives, and I didn't count how many people I had carried on my back.

"What are you thinking about?"

Xiao Yan had been kneeling. Seeing that the person behind him didn't move, he turned his head and said, "Come up."

Lu Ziqing came back to his senses, said "Oh" a little embarrassedly, put his arms around Xiao Yan's neck, and lay on his back.

Is this the first time you’ve been carried on someone’s back since you were born, and you’re a general?

He has always observed etiquette, so this kind of violation of the rules made him feel a little restrained. His whole body was stiff, and he tried to keep a distance as much as possible, which made it difficult for the person carrying him.

Xiao Yan turned his head and said, "You... relax."

Only then did Lu Ziqing obey and stuck to it obediently.

After walking for a while, Xiao Yan suddenly spoke up and continued to ask the question that had not been answered.

"What were you thinking about?"

Lu Ziqing said, "Actually... I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just thinking that this was the first time someone carried me since I grew up. Usually, I'm the one who carries others."

"Oh? How do you feel?" Xiao Yan asked.

"what?"

What kind of question is this? How should he answer it?

Lu Ziqing regretted his previous answer a little.

If Xiao Yan put him down, he would definitely see a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"They say the general is the God of War of the Northwest, and he deserves it."

For Xiao Yan, this title does not bring him any fame or fortune.

It is more of a responsibility and mission, just a nameplate that is beneficial to the Daning Dynasty. Only he himself knows the weight of this nameplate.

Staying alert at all times is his duty and response as a general.

"God of War? How dare I be called a God of War?" Xiao Yan's voice was hollow. "That's just the world's flattery."

Lu Ziqing's eyes moved slightly, and his words showed a different kind of affirmation.

"The world's praise for the general is well-founded. As the sages say, a general has a broad mind and lofty ambitions. He holds a crucial position, protecting the people of his dynasty. His courage, wisdom, and bravery are the best explanation of the term 'God of War.'"

During the chat, Lu Ziqing relaxed a lot. As soon as he started talking, he seemed to have forgotten that he was still on the other person's back, and his body fell down unconsciously.

Xiao Yan lifted it up lightly, and Lu Ziqing leaned forward unexpectedly, his face subconsciously pressed against his, feeling a touch of wetness and heat.

"So..." Xiao Yan turned his head, "Is this your evaluation of me?"

"Yes." Lu Ziqing said, "Do you think this evaluation is sincere, General?"

"Well, not bad." Xiao Yan said.

The two of them smiled in unison.

Lu Ziqing was a head shorter than Xiao Yan, so it wasn't too hard to carry him on his back, and people who practiced martial arts had fast feet.

After about three quarters of an hour, they walked out of the dense forest and onto the main road, and stopped by the roadside to rest.

Lu Ziqing felt thirsty after walking all the way, so he took out the water bottle from the cloth bag and opened it, only to remember that he had drunk it all in the cave last night.

He looked around. The vegetation here was lush and wild flowers were everywhere. In front of him was a cliff covered with weeds, hidden in the dense green.

A stream of clear and pure water flows down along the cracks in the rocks.

The water flows gently and the mist is everywhere.

The stones by the stream have been washed smooth like jade, and some are covered with moss.

Just in the vegetation beside him, Lu Ziqing accidentally caught a glimpse of something familiar.

There are several green plants more than two feet tall, with leaves spread out in the shape of bird's feet, slender green flower buds, and a thin style growing upward.

Looking at the whole flower, it looks like a snake head spitting out its tongue.

"That is……"

"Arisaema."

Before Lu Ziqing could finish his words, he heard a response. He immediately turned his head to look at the person who was answering.

How did this person know that he was looking at Arisaema? And how did he always know what he was going to say?

Apart from Su Chengfeng, Lu Ziqing felt that this was the first time someone could predict what he was thinking.

As for the herbs, even if this person knows some from being in the military for many years, at most they are limited to some common types used for external injuries.

Things like Arisaema, which are both good and poisonous, are rare to see, let alone an outsider being able to recognize it.

Lu Ziqing's face showed doubt, but also revealed a hint of admiration. He asked him, "General, you actually know about Arisaema?"

Xiao Yan fetched a pot of water from the stream, took two sips, and handed it to Lu Ziqing in a normal tone.

"The whole plant of Arisaema is poisonous, but the tubers can be used as medicine. It is a rare and precious medicinal material for herbalists. For us at this time, it may not be good."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Lu Ziqing asked.

Xiao Yan looked around and turned to face him.

"This place is shady and humid, with dense vegetation. Arisaema prefers to grow in this kind of environment, and snakes like it too. It's best to leave here."

"you……"

"What?" Xiao Yan was a little uncertain because of his suspicious expression, "I... am I wrong?

Lu Ziqing just felt a little bit unbelievable that such a minor change could be told by someone outside the industry.

He tilted his head slightly and chuckled, praising him generously, "Well said, the general is not only a master of martial arts, but also so knowledgeable and meticulous."

If what he said before were just polite words, then what he said now was Lu Ziqing's heartfelt words, as well as the previous evaluation of "God of War in the Northwest".

Xiao Yan drew his sword and fiddled with the vegetation around his feet.

"When I was young, I..." He paused and said, "My brother taught me some herbs."

Lu Ziqing said "Oh", "I see."

After checking and finding nothing, Xiao Yan carried Lu Ziqing down the mountain. After walking two meters, he suddenly stopped.

The person on his back didn't understand what was going on and asked softly, "What's wrong?"