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Recently, the battle between Tianqi and the Wolf Tribe has been exceptionally fierce. Everyone is busy with their own affairs, leaving no time to pay attention to Ye Chen's small actions. The Medical Camp is continuously receiving injured soldiers, with stretchers coming in one after another, seemingly endless.
As the injured soldiers are brought into the Medical Camp on makeshift stretchers, Ye Chen, despite being mentally prepared and having seen this many times before, still finds it hard to look directly at the scene.
Ye Chen weaves through the injured soldiers, his eyes filled with a heavy crimson hue, while the air is filled with the relentless cries of agony.
For relatively simple injuries, such as severed limbs or arrow wounds that need disinfecting, Ye Chen can manage them with his knowledge. However, when faced with more complex injuries, he can only turn to Pei Guanjing for help.
In the end, he is covered in blood; his hands and face sticky and uncomfortable. Yet Ye Chen can no longer distinguish whose blood it is—perhaps it is a mix of countless lives lost.
He watches helplessly as soldiers with ruptured abdomens and shattered skulls are carried in, still clinging to life but emitting painful wails. After examining them, Pei Guanjing straightens up and says calmly yet with a hint of resignation, “There’s no saving them; take them out.”
Given the rudimentary medical facilities of ancient times, these severely injured soldiers truly have no hope of recovery. Moreover, there are many more waiting for treatment; it is impossible to delay aid for these few who have little chance of survival.
However, these are all vibrant lives. If only there were antibiotics, who knows how many could be saved? But Ye Chen is not a medical student and has no knowledge of how to produce such medicines.
Watching those soldiers being carried away, Ye Chen feels his hands trembling.
Every time he tries his utmost to save one more person, he always seems to be a step too late. One vibrant life after another fades away before his eyes, drowning him in a deep sense of helplessness and frustration that makes him feel unsteady on his feet.
“Are you too tired?”
His swaying body is steadied by Pei Guanjing beside him. Looking down at Ye Chen with concern in his eyes, Pei Guanjing softly asks.
“It’s nothing; I suppose I’m just tired. Master, I’ll go back to the tent to rest for a while before coming back.”
Pei Guanjing looked at Ye Chen, whose face was as pale as paper, his gaze somewhat dazed. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his tired eyelids drooped, making him appear utterly weak.
In recent days, the influx of injured soldiers had been relentless. Even someone with a robust constitution would struggle under such constant strain, let alone Ye Chen, who was already relatively frail due to his Kun Ze physique.
Thus, Pei Guanjing nodded and said gently, "Alright, take care of yourself."
Ye Chen walked out of the medical facility as if in a daze, surrounded by soldiers rushing about in a hurry.
In the distance, the drums of war thundered, and dust obscured the sun. In this chaotic world, countless lives were suffering. Smoke signals rose from afar as stretchers carrying soldiers were continuously brought to the Medical Camp. The long line seemed endless, cruelly narrating the brutality of war.
Once outside the Medical Camp, Ye Chen made his way alone toward the tent. Unbeknownst to him, a shadow was closely following him, drawing nearer with each step.
Perhaps due to the immense pressure he had been under lately, Ye Chen collapsed onto his bed as soon as he returned to the tent. He covered himself with a blanket and curled up inside, shivering.
Though it was midsummer, he felt an inexplicable chill coursing through his body, making him tremble uncontrollably.
Ye Chen was ill.
He had a high fever that refused to subside, and his mind felt somewhat muddled.
At that moment, everyone was busy. Lou Yu was undoubtedly preoccupied guarding the city gates; Pei Guanjing must still be at the Medical Camp tending to the injured soldiers being brought in; Chef Wang and Fu Gui were likely in the Canteen preparing meals for the soldiers about to head into battle; and as for Shuanzi, he certainly wouldn’t come looking for him at such a time.
So when Zhao Yongsheng quietly lifted the flap of the tent, he found Ye Chen lying alone on his side in bed.
His complexion was flushed with a rosy hue; his skin glowed with a delicate sheen. His lips were like petals of a lotus flower—vibrant and moist—exuding an unusual charm even in slumber. Moreover, being still young and slender with a soft waist only intensified Zhao Yongsheng's base desires in that instant.
From the moment he first laid eyes on Ye Chen in the Military Camp, a sense of doubt stirred within him. How could someone be so extraordinarily handsome? Moreover, living with Pei Guanjing, it was no secret that people in the camp were whispering that Ye Chen was Pei Guanjing's favored companion.
Ye Chen's beauty was so striking that every time Zhao Yongsheng indulged himself at the Pavilion of Floral Pursuit during his monthly breaks, riding atop those courtesans, it was Ye Chen's youthful and radiant face that filled his mind.
Adding to his confusion, there were whispers in the Medical Camp about the Haitang Fragrance surrounding Ye Chen. He couldn't help but wonder what use a medicine pouch filled with Haitang flowers could possibly have. So, that day, he stealthily took a pouch from the Medicine Hall and rummaged through its contents, only to find not a single petal or leaf of Haitang.
Could it be that Ye Chen was Kun Ze? But that didn't make sense! How could Kun Ze suddenly appear now when he had been absent before? Besides, Ye Chen moved with such ease and vigor every day; he hardly seemed like someone on the verge of transforming into Kun Ze.
Zhao Yongsheng felt an itch of impatience, constantly plotting to find an opportunity to uncover Ye Chen's secrets when Pei Guanjing and Lou Yu were not around.
As luck would have it, everyone was busy at the moment, and Ye Chen had sneakily returned to his tent alone. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity he had been waiting for?
With this thought in mind, Zhao Yongsheng quickened his pace, drawing closer to Ye Chen, a wicked smile spreading across his face like a wolf ready to pounce.
In the entire Military Camp, no one was unfamiliar with Pei Guanjing. In fact, Zhao Yongsheng had long heard of Pei Guanjing's identity as the adopted son of the Regent. It was quite surprising for someone of such stature to enlist in the army at this remote border.
Initially, he had harbored some trepidation towards Pei Guanjing; after all, Pei Guanjing's position commanded respect and power. He knew he couldn't afford to provoke him and thus suppressed his wicked thoughts, biding his time for a more opportune moment.
Furthermore, everyone who enlisted faced life-and-death situations on the battlefield; injuries were commonplace. As the Military Doctor in the camp, regardless of what people truly thought of him, everyone outwardly treated Pei Guanjing with utmost respect and dared not show any signs of negligence.
But at this moment, Zhao Yongsheng wasn't thinking about any of that. His mind was clouded by desire; he didn't consider the terrifying consequences that would follow if he succeeded. All he could see was Ye Chen's alluring figure beckoning him closer.
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