Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

“You don’t have any external injuries, and the blood on your face is someone else’s, so I won’t wipe it for you. That way, you won’t have to worry about seeing your face,” Yang Jianwu said to herself.

He took out two pills for treating internal injuries. He gave one to the injured man to take, and wrapped the other in a leaf and put it in the man's hand. "This is for treating internal injuries. Take one first, and take the other one twelve hours later."

When administering acupuncture, Yang Jianwu wanted to fix the flashlight for illumination, but after looking around, she couldn't find a suitable spot. They were either too high or too far away, so she could only clip the flashlight between her head and neck.

The injured man then saw the glowing object clearly. It was small, like a bamboo tube, yet it could shine so brightly and so far, making it incredibly convenient for use at night.

In addition to seeing the flashlight clearly, they also saw Yang Jianwu's face. Yang Jianwu was dressed in men's clothing this time and did not wear any makeup. She did not like makeup in the first place, and since everyone knew that she was a woman, she did not make any changes to her appearance, completely exposing her true appearance.

So when the injured man saw Yang Jianwu's appearance, he was genuinely amazed; this man was truly handsome.

Looking closely at Yang Jianwu's face, her eyes beneath long lashes were particularly bright and lively; her lips were as red as cherries without any makeup, and they looked moist; her skin was particularly delicate; her ears were small and fair... Wait, why are there pierced ears on her earlobes? Looking at Yang Jianwu's appearance more closely, she was a woman!

The injured man's ears burned slightly, and he felt a surge of anger. Wasn't this ruining someone's reputation? What if her name was damaged...?

Yang Jianwu was completely focused on saving the man and didn't notice any changes in his condition. When she was about to insert the needle into his chest, she touched the skin with her fingertips and carefully pressed to confirm the acupoints before daring to insert the needle.

When Yang Jianwu pressed her fingers, the injured man only felt a tingling sensation. Had the poison reached its final stage? Why would he see such a beautiful woman come to save him? Were her soft fingers touching his chest meant to let him pass away in her gentle embrace?

The flashlight beam flickered slightly, and the injured man regained consciousness. No, this wasn't a dream; someone was indeed rescuing him. His heartbeat quickened with Yang Jianwu's touch.

"Hmm? Why is your heart beating so fast?" Yang Jianwu felt that the other person's heartbeat had obviously accelerated. Thinking that she had injected the wrong person, she quickly checked carefully and comforted him after confirming that nothing was wrong. "You don't need to be so nervous. With me by your side, you won't die for now."

"Hmm," the injured man tried to calm his heartbeat. For the rest of the time, his gaze never left Yang Jianwu's face, wanting to imprint Yang Jianwu's face firmly in his heart.

After finishing the acupuncture, Yang Jianwu glanced at the sky. It was already quite late, and she was worried that they would get back soon. She quickly packed up and said, "Your poison has been neutralized, and your internal injuries will be healed after you finish the medicine. I can only save you this far; I can't take you away. Here's a water pouch and some dry rations for you. Try moving your limbs in half an hour. If you don't encounter any further danger, wait until dawn before leaving. I'm leaving now. Goodbye."

After taking only a couple of steps, he turned back and threw out another sentence: "The poison you've been given is called 'Lover's Tears,' and it can only be ingested orally." With that, he ran off without looking back.

The injured man watched Yang Jianwu's departing figure, a smirk playing on his lips. "How interesting. You won't see me? No, we will definitely meet. We agreed you wouldn't ask who I am, but we didn't agree I wouldn't ask who you are..."

Lover's tears...that's wonderful...

When Yang Jianwu arrived at the campsite, Mu Jin and Zi Ping had already cooked the pheasant soup and were just waiting for their young lady to come and cook the noodles.

Mo Yu and his accompanying guards were seeing instant noodles for the first time. The aroma wafted out while they were cooking, making them hungry even before they ate any. After taking a sip, they praised the taste highly.

"Wu'er, how did you make these noodles? They're delicious." Mo Yu tried to start a conversation with Yang Jianwu.

"It's really good. It's so lucky to be able to eat a hot bowl of noodles in the wild." Mo Ye saw that Yang Jianwu hadn't said a word since she returned, so he tried to get her to speak. He regretted refusing to try it when they first met. Oh, right, there was also beggar's chicken. Jing Nan heard about it from Qing Dai. Xiao Wu'er personally roasted the beggar's chicken. It was tender, juicy, and had a unique flavor. It was so delicious that you wanted to swallow your tongue.

"Your Highnesses, the noodles were something the maids made when they had nothing to do. I don't know how they're made; I just thought they were easy to carry, so I prepared them." Yang Jianwu answered respectfully, leaving no room for criticism. Yet, it was precisely this proper and orderly reply that clearly created a distance between them.

Mo Ye didn't believe that the two maids had done it. This girl was shrewd; she probably didn't want Mo Yu to know. He was secretly pleased that Mo Yu didn't know Yun Zhi's secret. Speaking of which, her attitude towards Mo Yu was easy to understand, but why did she change her attitude towards him? His mind was full of questions... What did I do to offend her?

After quickly finishing her meal, Yang Jianwu didn't want to stay with them, so she led the two maids back to her tent. Mu Jin poured Yang Jianwu a cup of tea, "Miss, you and the Seventh Prince..."

Yang Jianwu took the tea, took a sip, and said, "Yes, as you can see, we broke up."

"Uh." Mu Jin and Zi Ping had encountered the word "breakup" when listening to Yang Jianwu tell jokes, so they understood what it meant. Zi Ping was puzzled. "Miss, weren't many of the things you did for the Seventh Prince? Especially Yun Zhi..."

Yang Jianwu shook her index finger. "No, no, no, part of it is for him, but more for myself. Remember, we were born in a chaotic world where imperial power is supreme. Only with enough confidence can we live the life we ​​want in peace. Yunzhi is confined to a corner and has no direct connection with the Three Kingdoms. If the Three Kingdoms dare to harbor evil intentions and try to swallow Yunzhi, then it will be time for the world to change hands."

Mu Jin and Zi Ping looked nervous. Their young lady dared to say anything, yet she was incredibly convincing.

"It's getting late, you should get some rest. We have to travel tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

Drinking too much tea at night is not good, so Yang Jianwu put down her cup and wanted to take a walk to digest her food. When she left the tent, the guards on duty greeted her and continued to stand guard.

The moon seemed to have sunk into the sea and disappeared without a trace. Unknown birds were chirping in the woods. The quiet night was always filled with the taste of longing. Anshun General's Mansion.

A young man who should have been full of vigor was now sitting listlessly on the threshold of the banquet hall, his hands supporting his chin.

“He’er, your sister had something to do, that’s why she left.” Yang Boshan stroked his son’s head.

"I know, it's just that I haven't seen my sister in a long time," Yang Zihe replied listlessly.

"My sister's Guizi team, which she personally trained, is truly amazing. Father, you don't know, yesterday during the drill, the Guizi team had a total of seven members, and they completely humiliated Vice General Tian's entire team, leaving them utterly ashamed to watch." He spoke of the team members trained by his sister with great pride.