A farmer has a shrewish wife; he's busy making money every day.

After finishing her meal, Ye Qingxue got dressed and headed towards the rear area's wounded soldiers' camp.

People greeted her along the way, it seemed that the meat she had eaten had won over the hearts of the soldiers.

She didn't need to ask for directions; she could find the wounded soldiers' camp by following the smell of blood in the back area.

The smell of blood is too strong.

Ye Qingxue frowned, lifted the curtain and went in, and immediately saw Lu Chuci sitting on the ground.

He seemed to hear a noise and turned around. When he saw it was her, he smiled and said, "You're awake?"

Ye Qingxue didn't have time for pleasantries. With a cold face, she walked over and grabbed his arm, which was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze.

"What happened to you? Did you go to the battlefield?"

"Qingxue, don't blame him, it's my fault." Lu Cheng's voice came from the side, and Ye Qingxue realized that he was also there.

"What exactly happened?" Her voice softened when speaking to her elder.

Lu Cheng glanced at Lu Chuci, who timidly looked away.

"Didn't I say I was going to put on an act? I'm putting on an act for the Chi tribe to see."

His words were simple, but his actions, expressions, and tone clearly revealed his guilty conscience.

Moreover, the blood she smelled just now was real. She thought it was the soldiers who were injured, but when she came in, there was no one there. The blood smell was coming from Lu Dashan.

"Are you trying to look like a Michelin tire?"

"what?"

"...No, explain yourself!" Ye Qingxue glared at him fiercely.

Lu Chuci knew she couldn't hide it any longer, so she told him anyway.

"If you're going to pretend, you have to make it convincing. If you're exhausted and have no strength left to fight, you'll naturally get injured. But I can't let those soldiers actually get hurt, so I'll..."

"You just rely on your good physical condition to rush forward and get slashed, huh?" Ye Qingxue said irritably.

Moreover, it's not enough to just kill him once; his people have to feel that he has killed and killed many people. Lu Chuci has to be killed, get up, and be killed again in a different place.

"..." Looking at Lu Chuci's obedient appearance with her eyes lowered, Ye Qingxue didn't know where to vent her anger.

She gritted her teeth, sat heavily next to him, and rolled up his trouser leg as well.

Sure enough, they got into Michelin cosplay.

Ye Qingxue stared at the bandage for half a minute with a cold face, and then began to remove it from his body.

"Hey... Qingxue, what's wrong with you..." Lu Cheng was terrified. He knew that Lu Chuci was a cultivator with strong healing abilities, but repeated cuts couldn't be minor. She needed to take good care of herself after applying the medicine.

Knowing his wife's medical skills, Lu Chuci gave Lu Cheng a reassuring look: "Father, you go first."

Watching Ye Qingxue skillfully remove the bandages, Lu Cheng suddenly remembered that his daughter-in-law seemed to be knowledgeable in medicine as well, and quite skilled at it.

"...Alright." He finally left the wounded soldiers' camp, looking back every few steps.

Ye Qingxue deftly removed the bandages and gauze, took out a bottle of medicine from her sleeve, and looked at the horrific wounds on Lu Chuci's arm, her heart aching and she gasped for breath.

To inflict such a wound on someone at the Golden Core level, one must have used a tremendous amount of force and skill.

At that moment, the bone must have been exposed, otherwise it wouldn't still be healing now.

Ye Qingxue gripped Lu Chuci's wrist, the only part of her wrist that wasn't injured, and was just about to apply medicine when she heard Lu Chuci chuckle softly.

"I'm the one who's injured, why do you look like you're in more pain than me?"

His tone was clearly sarcastic, but Ye Qingxue had no interest in joking with him. She slapped the medicine bottle in her hand onto his chest and said, "Apply the medicine yourself!"

Lu Chuci didn't know if it was real or not, so she covered her chest and bent over, groaning.

Ye Qingxue clenched her fist: "So you do feel pain."

Lu Chuci stopped calling out, quietly raised her eyelids slightly, tugged at Ye Qingxue's sleeve, and stared straight at her with eyes like those of a clear spring: "Wife, it hurts..."

The suggestive and seductive tone is quite obvious.

Ye Qingxue fell silent.

Then he silently took the medicine bottle, opened it, and applied it to his wound.

Although she succumbed to his seductive charms, she still had to feign dissatisfaction.

Lu Chuci, of course, understood her, and resumed her cheerful expression, enjoying her "spoils of war" as if it were her right.

Ye Qingxue's medicine was bought from the Space Supermarket. It was the best wound medicine. Once applied, it left only a white mark, completely obscuring the previous terrifying appearance.

The military doctor standing nearby seemed to have noticed the medicine's miraculous effects and was peering around curiously.

Ye Qingxue glanced at her sideways, and the little girl shuddered and shrank back.

She smiled helplessly, completely cured Lu Chuci, patted his head and told him to come back to the camp with her.

Just as the two were about to step out of the wounded soldiers' camp, a timid voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Um, young... young mistress, may I see the medicine in your hand?"

The little girl seemed very shy; you couldn't hear her voice unless you paid close attention.

When Ye Qingxue first came in, she was focused on treating a soldier with a broken bone in the corner. When she was treating people, she didn't seem so timid.

"There's only one bottle of this medicine. If you intend to use it to treat someone else, I'm sorry," Ye Qingxue replied softly.

It wasn't that she was stingy, but the medicine was very expensive, and if it were used on a large scale, her money would soon be swallowed up by the spiritual field space.

That's not the most important thing.

If the soldiers knew that there was such a medicine that could relieve pain when applied, they would not take their injuries too seriously and would let their guard down on the battlefield, which would be a major taboo.

Therefore, it's best to use it sparingly.

The military doctor clutched at his clothes, and although he was frightened, he insisted, "No, young mistress, I just wanted to smell the raw materials..."

Ye Qingxue: "You want to try making it yourself?"

The young girl is quite ambitious; the ingredients for this potion are very precious, and you can't find them in a remote border region.

The military doctor understood this principle, but her expression remained stubborn: "Let...let me try, even if...finding something with similar effects would be fine..."

Ye Qingxue looked at the little girl carefully for a few moments, and finally handed over the medicine bottle: "Okay, here you go."

The medic's eyes lit up. He took it, quickly opened it, waved his hand over it a couple of times, and then leaned in to smell it.

Her movements were hurried, as if she wanted to memorize the flavor as quickly as possible.

Seeing her like this, Ye Qingxue raised her eyebrows slightly and waved her hand: "You can take it and study it, you don't need to give it to me."

"Eh..." Before the military doctor could react, he could only see the young mistress's back.

Lu Chuci walked beside Ye Qingxue and asked with a smile, "If you clearly think she can't do it, why make her waste her time?"

"Who knows..." Ye Qingxue sighed softly.

"I just felt that a miracle could happen to her."

Or perhaps she believes that miracles can happen in the hands of anyone who takes something seriously.