When Jiang Yanyi woke up, he felt a burning pain on his left cheek and a dull pain in the back of his neck.
She opened her eyes and saw the white tent roof.
The memory of her before she fell into a coma came back to her, and she was so shocked that she sat up with a somersault, and the injury on her back suddenly made her grimace in pain.
The dark velvet cloak covering his body slipped off with this movement. He saw that his clothes were still intact and there was no discomfort in any private parts of his body.
Jiang Yanyi finally breathed a sigh of relief—the pockmarked man had failed and she was saved.
However, two of the laces on the lapel were torn, and someone pierced two small holes on the front of her clothes. She used the broken laces to tie a sloppy knot to prevent her clothes from hanging down.
It was obvious that the person who rescued her saw that her collar was torn and fixed it for her temporarily.
It was then that she noticed that she was wearing a cloak.
I don't know what animal's fur it is made of, but it feels soft and smooth. It looks thin but it is very warm. Ordinary people definitely can't afford it.
Jiang Yanyi couldn't help but look at this overly simple military tent again.
There were five single beds in the small space, but no one was on the other beds. In the corner was a wooden table with peeling paint, on top of which were several medicine bags, and the air was filled with a bitter smell of medicine.
If she guessed correctly, this should be the barracks where the military doctors were on duty.
Jiang Yanyi was worried about Qiu Kui, not knowing what had happened to her. He did not care about his injuries for a moment and was about to get out of bed when he saw the curtain being lifted and Qiu Kui walking in holding a bowl of black medicine juice.
When he saw her, his eyes were full of joy: "You're awake! Take the medicine quickly!"
Seeing that her forehead was wrapped in gauze, Jiang Yan guessed that she must have been injured by the pockmarked face last night. He asked with a worried look on his face: "How are you? Are you seriously injured?"
Qiu Kui shook his head honestly: "I have thick skin, it doesn't hurt, it just broke a little."
She looked at the slap marks on Jiang Yanyi's face, which had faded a little but were still obvious, and felt very guilty: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't had diarrhea and gone to the bush, we wouldn't be in danger."
The pockmarked man was obviously prepared. Even if Qiu Kui hadn't gone over at that time, they were two weak women and it was dark at the time, so they wouldn't have known that the pockmarked man hit them from behind with a club.
Jiang Yanyi comforted Qiu Kui with a few words, and learned from her that they were indeed with the military doctor. Last night, the guards in the nearby watchtower heard the noise and rushed over to rescue them.
The main culprit, Pockmarked Face, was sentenced to 300 lashes. The executioner was an old hand. After 300 lashes, not only the flesh on his buttocks turned into mud, but even his bones were broken. However, Pockmarked Face was still hanging on to his breath. He was tied and hung at the gate of the military camp as a warning to others.
Jiang Yanyi was relieved about the fate of the pockmarked face, but she was a little skeptical about the fact that the guards in the sentry tower saved them - the cloak she was wearing was obviously not something an ordinary guard could have.
The person who saved her might not want to cause trouble, or might not want to have too much interaction with her.
After all, the reputation of military prostitutes is even worse than that of brothel girls.
Jiang Yanyi didn't bother asking for unnecessary information in the name of repaying a favor and just embarrass himself.
After drinking the medicine, she asked Qiu Kui to help her borrow needle and thread to sew the laces of her clothes.
The original body was born into a noble family. She had been learning needlework from a famous embroiderer in the capital since she was young. Although her embroidery skills were not outstanding, she could definitely mend clothes.
After Jiang Yanyi took off her outer garment, she was left with only a crabapple-colored coat.
Her collarbone was delicate, and at first glance she looked too thin, but her chest, wrapped in her coat, was bulging, with every bit of flesh visible where it should be.
Her arms were slender and her skin was as white as jade. Against the backdrop of the crabapple-red coat, she looked like a woman defying the frost and snow. Even Qiu Kui was stunned by her gaze.
Because of this, the bruises on her back from being pressed to the ground were particularly obvious, and there was a patch of skin that was broken.
Qiu Kui was so distressed that he hurried out of the tent to find the military doctor to get some medicated oil for external application. Jiang Yanyi couldn't stop him even after being called out.
She was afraid that someone would come in soon, so she was wearing only a padded jacket and felt very cold in late autumn, and her hands were sewing very quickly.
The cloak next to him can keep him warm, but it was a benefactor's item after all. It was fine to cover himself with it while he was unconscious, but it would not be good to continue using it after he woke up.
Moreover, her back seemed to be broken. If there was blood on it, and she asked the military doctor to return it later, she was afraid that the other party would see it and think it was unlucky.
After sewing the laces, Jiang Yanyi lowered his head to bite the thread. At this moment, the curtain was lifted without warning.
When she looked up, her eyes met Feng Shuo's.
Feng Shuo was slightly stunned, as if he had not expected to see such a scene after lifting the curtain.
Because of the backlight, Jiang Yanyi couldn't see the expression on his face, she just felt that his gaze on her made her feel uneasy.
She hurriedly covered her body with the sewn coat and said awkwardly, "Military Advisor, please step aside for a moment."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the other party narrowed his narrow and long phoenix eyes, and instead of avoiding, he let down the curtain and walked in.
Jiang Yanyi was frightened by his actions, and the strength of his five fingers pinching his coat increased a little: "I thought the military advisor was a gentleman!"
He ignored her and walked towards this side, his steps neither fast nor slow, and every step seemed to step on Jiang Yanyi's heartstrings.
Seeing that the other party was about to approach, Jiang Yanyi was completely panicked. He said fiercely but weakly, "The military advisor is a rare talent. Why bother a woman like me? Besides, the general has issued an order that soldiers are not allowed to visit prostitutes. Does the military advisor want to disregard the order?"
Apparently, her words did not scare the other person. Jiang Yanyi even saw him slightly raise his eyebrows. This was a very common action, but it looked damn good when done by him, with a sense of hipster style.
Jiang Yanyi just watched him take the last step recklessly and block himself in front of the bed.
She was forced to lean back and use her elbows to support herself on the bed to stabilize her body.
Feng Shuo actually leaned down slowly, his handsome face getting closer and closer, his hanging hair brushed against her face, bringing a cool touch.
Jiang Yanyi's heartbeat had never been so fast before. She even suspected that she might die suddenly from the rapid heartbeat.
Naturally, she felt no loss in front of this face, but she already had the impression that this military advisor was a cool and gentle man. Now, he suddenly turned into a pervert. Jiang Yanyi still found it difficult to accept it.
She closed her eyes as if ready to die, "I didn't expect you to be such a person!"
"Oh."
Jiang Yanyi heard a light sneer in his ear.
The warm breath brought a tingling sensation, making her ears turn slightly red.
When Jiang Yanyi opened her eyes, she saw Feng Shuo reaching out his hand and touching the cloak at her side. He finally took out a golden token from underneath, and then walked out of the tent without looking back.
Jiang Yanyi was stunned.
Then he threw himself on the bed, covering his face, wishing he could suffocate himself with a pillow.
Shameful!
It’s so embarrassing!
After Feng Shuo took the token and left the military tent, a group of his followers followed him and quickly dismounted to ask, "Master, have you found the token?"
Feng Shuo said "hmm" lightly, climbed onto his warhorse, kicked the horse's belly and ran away.
A sharp-eyed attendant still noticed that the tips of his ears were turning red.
The attendant touched his ears. The weather in Xizhou was not that cold, so why did his ears turn red from the cold
Inside the military tent.
Although Jiang Yanyi hated the behavior of this unscrupulous military advisor, but the token he dropped when he came to her, did it mean that the cloak was also his
After such a life-saving favor, I can’t even scold him now!
Jiang Yanyi felt very depressed.
She angrily folded the cloak and prepared to ask the military doctor to help return it to the unscrupulous military advisor.
After walking out of the military tent holding the cloak, he looked around and didn't see anyone. The military doctor was not there, and Qiu Kui was not there either.
Jiang Yanyi was wondering in his heart, but he saw several people from the Fire Head Battalion carrying a stretcher and rushing over here, shouting as they ran: "Military doctor! Where is the military doctor!"
When they got closer, Jiang Yanyi saw that the person on the stretcher was Chef Li, and was also shocked. He asked them hurriedly, "What happened to Chef Li?"
A fireman said with hatred: "It was Liu Cheng, that wicked and heartless fellow, who did this!"
Jiang Yanyi was shocked for a moment when he heard them talk about how Liu Cheng harmed Chef Li.
They didn't call for a military doctor, only a soldier in charge of decocting medicine came running from behind the tent with a palm-leaf fan in his hand: "Military Doctor Hu has been transferred away, and now only Military Doctor Han is left in the barracks. But Deputy General Ma has a backache, and Military Doctor Han is giving him acupuncture and moxa in Deputy General Ma's camp..."
Lieutenant General Ma’s military tent is about a quarter of an hour away from here.
Several firemen were suddenly filled with despair.
The soldier who was decocting the medicine asked them to put the man down. After checking his breath with his hand, he said with a gloomy face, "He's dead, why bother saving him?"
The younger fireman started to cry out, while the larger fireman grabbed the soldier by the collar and said, "You are talking nonsense!"
Chef Li has a cold face but a kind heart. Although he appears fierce on weekdays, he is just thunder without rain. Everyone in the fire camp trusts him.
Jiang Yanyi also felt a little uncomfortable. She was new to the place and was able to gain a foothold in Huotouying with a lot of help from Chef Li.
She put her cape aside, reached out and touched Chef Li's hand, and found that his hand was still warm. She hurriedly called out to the big guy who was about to hit him, "Stop! Chef Li may still be saved!"
When the firemen heard this, they immediately gathered around.
"Press this place hard with both hands. Press once every time I count. Do it quickly!" Jiang Yanyi said to the big guy.
He turned around and ordered the younger fireman, "Go to Lieutenant General Ma's tent and ask the military doctor to come back!"
The young fireman wiped away his tears and ran towards the direction of Deputy General Ma's tent.
The big guy began to press quickly on Chef Li's chest according to the frequency counted by Jiang Yanyi. The frequency range of cardiopulmonary resuscitation was one hundred to one hundred and twenty times per minute, which means almost two compressions per second.
There was no concept of minutes and seconds in ancient times, so Jiang Yanyi could only use his own counting to time the big fireman.
The big guy pressed for nearly a quarter of an hour, but Chef Li still didn't breathe at all. His arms were so sore that he could hardly use them.
Jiang Yanyi knew that cardiopulmonary resuscitation was very physically demanding, so he quickly asked another fireman to take over.
They kept pressing alternately like this until the short fireman asked the Korean military doctor to come back, but there was still no improvement.
Doctor Han was nearly 40 years old, short and fat, with a mustache. Seeing them pressing on Chef Li's chest, he started to scold them, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Yanyi signaled the big guy not to stop, and turned to Doctor Han and said, "Doctor, please save Master Li!"
Jiang Yanyi was brought here by Feng Shuo himself last night. Military Doctor Han took a look at her and thought she was just a plaything for men to enjoy with her beauty. However, he was still afraid of Feng Shuo and asked, "How can you diagnose my pulse if you keep pressing on me like this?"
Jiang Yanyi said, "We really can't stop now."
Han Junyi has been practicing medicine for more than ten years, and he has never heard that chest compressions can save lives.
He pouted, stretched out his hand to feel Chef Li's pulse, and stood up suddenly: "I can save a living person, but I can't save a dead person!"
When the firemen heard his words, their faces were filled with despair.
The big guy who was performing CPR on Chef Li also slowed down.
Jiang Yanyi glanced at Chef Li's expression, gritted his teeth and said, "Continue."
Although what Doctor Han said was more authoritative, at this moment several firemen were unwilling to accept the fact that Chef Li was dead. Instead, they were willing to listen to Jiang Yanyi.
Jiang Yanyi counted, and the big guy continued pressing at her frequency.
Doctor Han scoffed at this: "I don't believe you can bring a dead person back to life by pressing like this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chef Li, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, suddenly made a slight sound like a hiccup from his throat, and then slowly opened his eyelids.