Jishi doctor arrives

Seeing Zhou Chengling, Yang Mo's habitual action was to climb up with his fingers to reach his pulse. Who knew that the armor on Zhou Chengling's body blocked his arms tightly.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Yang Mo's hand touching his head, Zhou Chengling frowned.

Zhou Chengling was still angry.

Just as Yang Mo was about to speak, Ah Jiu came in and said, "Jiang Ping is here."

Zhou Chengling kept his hands behind his back and said nothing.

Ajiu backed out step by step.

Yang Mo hurriedly said: "It's none of Jiang Ping's business, it's because I fainted him with medicine and brought him here."

Zhou Chengling looked down at Yang Mo, said coldly, "You are really getting better and better."

Yang Mo leaned over, put her forehead on Zhou Chengling's back quietly, leaned against him like this, and then stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around his waist, "I'm just bold, didn't you already know that I You probably received the news when you left Beijing, otherwise why would you come here at this time."

Don't look at her weak body, but just being hugged by her like this, he felt his back was warm, and his hardened heart softened, "If I didn't lead the soldiers here, would you still come?"

This man just poked her heart, Yang Mo leaned forward and leaned forward, unbelievable that he could still be stubborn with her like this, "You are so cool in armor."

She didn't answer what she asked, but when he thought of her dusty appearance, he couldn't bear to scold her.

"You're messing around like this, which makes me worry." Zhou Chengling said in a low voice, reaching out his hand to pull Yang Mo from behind.

Yang Mo didn't move, "Don't, just stay like this for a while. I miss you."

Hearing what she said, Zhou Chengling's heart suddenly beat wildly, blood rushed to his face, and his heart softened completely.

It's hard to see what to do with her at this time.

Only Yang Molan dared to go to the battlefield at this time, who else could do it, that is, he could see his family members before the battle.

Others know how envious they are.

Seeing her was obviously moved but still had a sullen face.

If she wasn't pressed like this, she wouldn't know what dangerous thing to do.

"I saw Imperial Doctor Yao sending the wounded soldiers back to Beijing. He said that there was someone on the way to pick him up, so he knew it was you. The imperial physicians of the Great Zhou Dynasty knew nothing else. It is best to hide at home and enjoy the blessings. If everyone wants to come Help, where there is no need to respond, I have already come here with Imperial Doctor Yao."

He thought it through.

"After much deliberation, I don't care about the patients. It's just you and your Baohetang."

Why does this sound wrong, it seems to be complimenting her but it doesn't quite seem like it. Yang Mo wanted to twist Zhou Chengling, but she couldn't do anything through the armor, so she had to write down the account for him.

Zhou Chengling said: "Let Jiang Ping go back to Beijing with you, and leave today."

Yang Mo shook her head vigorously. "No, the Yangle Hall has just opened. You can't give up halfway, anyway, you have to win the battle and go back to Beijing. I'll just stay for a few more days."

"Please, just this once, when Yang Le Tang opens, I won't go to the battlefield."

She deliberately suppressed her voice, with a strong nasal voice.

"I'll protect you while I'm here. If I..."

"Nonsense." Zhou Chengling's hand was suddenly held by Yang Mo.

"I'm married to you, and you will protect me for the rest of your life."

"capricious."

Yang Mo lowered her head and smiled. "There's nothing wrong with being self-willed. You can only be self-willed if someone pampers you, and you can only be self-willed if you have to rely on it. It's not good if you are too promising. That means no one will hurt you." He pinched Zhou Chengling's fingers while talking.

"People just want to act mischievously when someone is in pain."

Zhou Chengling laughed angrily, "And you are so reasonable."

The two sat down arm in arm, Yang Mo said, "Why did you take me over today?" Zhou Chengling must have made arrangements.

Zhou Chengling said: "Tomorrow we will fight, and today we will eat well." As he spoke, he rubbed the smudges on her face with his hands.

Yang Mo didn't need to look in the mirror to know what she looked like, she was similar to Wei Mao, Xiao Quan, and Mei Xiang, with a disheveled face.

"I asked someone to prepare water. You can take a bath in a while, and let's take a good rest after eating."

Yang Mo originally thought it was too troublesome, but when she thought of the warm bath water, she felt itchy and uncomfortable, and really wanted to take a bath and change clothes.

At this time, just doing anything casually on weekdays makes people feel very happy.

Yang Mo stepped into the simple bathtub and felt so comfortable sitting in the warm water, her body and mind seemed to relax.

After taking a comfortable bath, when I came out reluctantly, I found that the water was cold.

After changing his clothes, he was about to come out and found Zhou Chengling taking off his clothes.

Yang Mo couldn't help being a little surprised, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Chengling didn't look up, "Take a bath with your water."

He didn't say that she still couldn't remember, the smell on his body was a little heavy.

"The water is already cold, and it's still dirty, let someone change it."

Seeing her flushed face, Zhou Chengling laughed, "What are you afraid of, I use cold water every day to see how dirty it is." He said and stepped over.

After a long while Yang Mo heard the sound of water, she went in holding the cloth towel, looking at Zhou Chengling's broad back, Yang Mo couldn't help but blush when she thought of the nights when the two of them were together.

"Is it dirty?"

"It's a bit dirty. The bottom layer is covered with a layer. I can't see that you can have so many mud balls when you are so clean."

Yang Mo dipped a cloth towel in water and wiped Zhou Chengling's back, "Yes, you won't listen to me."

Zhou Chengling laughed, "Use some strength and rub it down more for me."

All of a sudden, she said what was on her mind, but since he said so, she didn't have to be polite, rolled up her sleeves and rubbed him down with all her strength.

After taking a bath, the two of them sat down, and immediately a soldier brought two bowls of noodles.

Two large bowls, clear soup, the slender inside is crystal clear, and only a little bit of minced meat and chopped green onion are sprinkled on top.

But Yang Mo felt that it smelled fragrant.

It's just that the bowl is too big, and she can't eat the noodles in it. Looking at Zhou Chengling's, there are no more noodles than hers.

Yang Mo picked up a chopstick and sent it to Zhou Chengling's bowl, "I can't eat so much noodles. I just want to drink more noodle soup."

After speaking, Yang Mo picked up the bowl and took a sip. The soup was sweet in his mouth.

She likes to eat hot and sour cucumber strips and some small pickles.

But when you encounter such noodles, you don’t need to eat any side dishes, just pick them up with chopsticks and deliver them to your mouth.

The two were eating noodles next to each other, and the two bowls were emptied after a while. Yang Mo felt that her stomach was going to be stretched, so Zhou Chengling stretched out her hand to rub Yang Mo's stomach.

"The noodles are delicious, the best I've ever had."

The two leaned on each other when they were full.

"Is it cold?" Zhou Chengling asked in a low voice, "It's always colder here than in the capital."

Yang Mo shook her head. "It's not cold," her heart seemed to be sprouting like a seed now, "it's spring now, how can it be cold."

At the third watch, Zhou Chengling put on his armor and walked out of the big tent, and Yang Mo asked Mei Xiang to carry the medicine box.

Still out of camp.Yang Mo saw Royal Physician Yao who hurried over.

Doctor Yao was sweating profusely as he ran, and immediately smiled when he saw Yang Mo.

It's really Miss Yang.

Miss Yang is really here.

I really want to see the flag of Baohetang here.

Although he was certain in his heart, he still couldn't help trembling in his heart when he saw the scene in front of him. He wanted to laugh but tears were about to flow out.

Yang Mo looked at Wei Mao, "Wei Mao, tell Imperial Doctor Yao. How many wounded soldiers have we treated, how many have returned to the barracks, and how many are in stable condition."

Wei Mao immediately took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to Imperial Doctor Yao.

"Physician Yao, this is the result of you letting the injury come to us."

Doctor Yao opened the brochure tremblingly, what is recorded here is the number of lives, they can't create lives, but they can try their best to keep people's lives.

Let them go home to their wives and children.

"Miss Yang... Where is Granny Ten going?" Doctor Yao hurriedly asked as Yang Mo was about to leave.

Yang Mo said: "To go to the Yangle Hall, we drove along the road from the capital. Five Yangle Halls have been opened, and they are full of wounded soldiers. When the battle starts ahead, the wounded soldiers will come one after another."

Doctor Yao nodded repeatedly, his eyes glued to Yang Mo's body for some reason, and he couldn't do without it.

"Grandma Ten..." Seeing that Yang Mo was about to walk away, Royal Physician Yao suddenly spoke.

Yang Mo turned her head.

Doctor Yao bowed his hands over his head, "Grandma Ten must take care of yourself," he said, and then bowed to Wei Mao, "Take care of Grandma Ten no matter what." You must take care of yourself, because only Grandma Ten can save you. many people.

Wei Mao hurriedly returned the gift.

They all understand that it is because of Master that they are able to stand here today. Without Master, there would be no Yang Le Tang, let alone people like them.

Without a master, he was just an ordinary apprentice, and he had no idea that he could do what he did today.

I didn't know he could have such an achievement in his life.

After Yao Yu finished speaking, he took a few steps back before turning around and chasing the army.

Yang Mo also returned a gift to Royal Physician Yao, and took Wei Mao and the others to rescue people. They hadn't gone far before they heard the sound of "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Yang Mo raised her head and saw Master Wednesday tied to the car.

On Wednesday, Master's hair crown was disheveled, his robe was messy, his mouth was stuffed, and he could only make a vague sound. There were still several bloody heads in the car.

It should be the entourage brought by Master Wednesday from home.

"It deserves it," Wei Mao cursed, "others are fighting desperately, but he is a deserter and wants to harm the master. Such a person should have this kind of fate."

Master Wednesday probably didn't expect that his clan identity meant nothing on the battlefield, so if he was bound to the battlefield together like this, even if he didn't die, he would probably be scared out of his wits.

Mrs. Zhou, who used old rice to open a porridge shed in Beijing, must have never imagined that Mr. Zhou has already been imprisoned.

……

As long as you start treating patients, time flies by.

Yang Mo has been busy for several days and nights.

"Grandma, there is good news," Mei Xiang walked over and said in a low voice, "The general has won the battle, and I heard that he has rescued everyone."

Dong Zhao rescued?

Yang Mo couldn't help feeling relieved.

"Master, master, the general sent someone to inform that both General Dong and Old General Fan were injured, and they will be brought here in a while." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation, Monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)