Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

Su Wuli hadn't even swallowed her steamed bun yet when she quickly chewed it twice and swallowed it. "What the heck?"

She asked again, her voice a little clearer than before, but the uncertainty was still written all over her face.

Yu Chen looked into her eyes, his gaze never leaving them.

He then said, "I need to have a meeting with some of my lieutenants later. You'll get bored staying in the tent all the time."

Su Wuli hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Okay, I'll go."

Yu Chen lowered his eyes slightly; he knew the medicine belonged to her.

The Shadow Falcon knew this, but the military doctor might not.

Those military doctors had practiced medicine for decades and had seen more prescriptions than they had eaten salt.

Even though the medicine she brought had just saved those wounded soldiers who had been sentenced to death last night.

When Su Wuli stood in front of them, she explained to them how to use each of the medicines one by one.

Tell them what these medicines are called and how to use them.

Those military doctors knew who brought the medicine and knew who to remember.

Remember her.

Remember, it was she who gave them hope.

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After breakfast, Shadow Falcon called a few people in from outside the tent.

The soldiers bent down and crawled into the tent, their eyes pausing for a moment when they saw the pile of boxes.

No one asked what it was; they just carried the boxes out one by one.

"Young Master Su, you can leave now," Shadow Falcon said.

"Okay." Su Wuli nodded and followed.

The wounded soldiers' camp was on the east side, a few tents away.

The curtain was lifted, and the smell inside wafted out from the doorway, a mixture of blood and the bitterness of medicinal soup.

Su Wuli paused for a moment as she walked to the door.

Shadow Falcon had already bent down and gone inside, and she followed closely behind him.

It was warmer inside the tent than outside, with several charcoal braziers burning.

Rows of wounded soldiers lay on the ground, and you could hear some of them groaning softly.

Several military doctors squatted beside the wounded soldiers, changing their dressings and feeding them medicine.

The low table in the corner was piled with medicine bowls and a mortar and pestle, with the pestle resting on the rim, still covered with unfinished herbs.

The boxes were carried in and stacked on the open ground in the middle of the tent.

The soldiers withdrew, and the tent flaps fell down, blocking the sunlight from the snow outside.

The tent was dark, and the light from the charcoal brazier shone on the yellow cardboard boxes.

Several military doctors stopped what they were doing, their gazes shifting from the box to Shadow Falcon's face, and then to Su Wuli's face.

They had certainly seen her before.

He was dressed in men's clothing and his hair was tied up.

The dress was too big on her, and the fur at the collar brushed against her chin, hiding half of her face inside.

That face was too pale; it wasn't the kind of paleness that comes from the wind and snow that makes people like them.

It's the kind of white that's kept hidden away and never exposed to the sun.

The woman had very long eyelashes, and she stood there, her eyes seemingly unsure of where to look.

It was completely out of place in this tent, which was filled with blood and pus and groans.

The military doctors exchanged glances, but no one spoke.

But they both understood that look in each other's eyes.

The prince brought a woman into the military camp.

They had already heard about it, and no one dared to say anything.

Who dares to interfere in the affairs of the prince?

But now that woman is standing in their tent, what is she doing here?

Will she cause trouble? Does she recognize these wound medicines? Can she distinguish between raw, rotten flesh and golden wounds?

Have you ever seen a broken bone sticking out of the flesh?

The military doctors turned their attention away from her and continued with their work.

He knelt down to change the wounded soldier's dressing.

Someone was pounding medicine in a mortar and pestle, pounding it vigorously, the pestle hitting the mortar and making a dull sound.

It seemed somewhat deliberate.

No one looked at Su Wuli, and no one asked her what she was doing there.

No one spoke to her.

Su Wuli stood in the middle of the tent, her gaze falling on the military doctors who were squatting next to the wounded soldiers.

Someone secretly raised their eyelids to glance at her, then quickly lowered them again.

The smell in the wounded soldiers' camp was even stronger than yesterday.

The charcoal brazier burned all night, the smoke from the firewood mingling with the smell of blood, pus, and herbal dregs.

Being trapped under the canvas tent felt like being trapped in a pot of thick, simmering Chinese medicine.

Shadow Falcon stood upright beside the box, glancing at the military doctors.

He spoke softly, "His Highness has sent Young Master Su to teach you how to use medicine. Put down what you're doing and come here."

The wind was strong outside the tent flap, but it suddenly became quiet inside.

A military doctor paused for a moment, the rim of the bowl of medicine in his hand remaining pressed against the wounded soldier's lips without moving.

The pestle used for pounding medicine fell into the mortar with a muffled thud, then stopped.

They looked up, their gaze shifting from Shadow Falcon's face to Su Wuli.

Then it was moved away.

The group exchanged glances and communicated silently.

What can this girl, dressed like that, teach them by standing here?

Has she ever seen a wound? What does she know about medicine?

But the Shadow Falcon stood there, showing no sign of leaving.

The older military doctor, surnamed Sun, first placed the medicine bowl on the wooden box next to him, then stood up and patted the dust off his knees.

The others also stood up.

Walk over and stand in a row in front of the boxes.

His face was etched with the weariness of being roasted by charcoal fire, and there were bloodshot eyes.

They stood there watching Su Wuli, and no one spoke.

No one urged them on.

Just waiting.

Su Wuli stood in front of the box and took a breath.

She then spoke softly, "This is iodine solution."

She picked up the bottle of iodine and held it up in front of her so they could see it clearly.

"It's for disinfection, it won't burn the wound, and it won't hurt as much when used on broken skin."

As Su Wuli spoke, she opened the bottle cap and poured the iodine solution onto a stack of gauze. The brown liquid spread onto the white gauze.

She crouched down next to the nearest wounded soldier.

There was a fresh, unbandaged wound on the man's arm, with red and swollen edges.

She covered the wound with gauze soaked in iodine and drew circles from the center outwards.

"Wipe from the inside out, not back and forth or from the outside in, as bringing in bacteria from the outside will cause the wound to become infected..."

Su Wuli stood up, put the used gauze in the empty bowl next to her, and then put the iodine bottle back on the box.

The military doctors' gazes had shifted from her face to the wound she had just treated.

The red, swollen edges were soaked in iodine, and the color darkened, but there was no stinging sensation as I had imagined.

The wounded soldier merely frowned and grunted, without struggling.

Sun, the military doctor, took half a step forward, looked down at the wound, and then looked up at the iodine bottle in Su Wuli's hand.

"This, really doesn't hurt?" His voice was a little hoarse.

"It hurts less than if you drink alcohol." Su Wuli handed him the iodine solution.

Dr. Sun took it, turned it over to look at the label on the bottom of the bottle, opened the cap and smelled it, his brow furrowing slightly.

Su Wuli picked up another package of gauze, unpacked it, and pulled the gauze out of the bag.

Dr. Sun looked at the neatly folded white gauze, which was better than any military gauze he had ever seen.

His expression betrayed his surprise.

"This is sterile. Check the packaging for any damage before opening it." Su Wuli held up the packaging bag so they could see the seal.

Then he explained, "After opening it, do not touch the side that is attached to the wound."

Su Wuli turned her hand over, used the back of her fingers to support the gauze covering the wound, and then secured it with medical tape.

The tape makes a soft "ripping" sound when it's torn.

She cut the tape in two and stuck them across the edge of the gauze.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Where did these drugs come from?"