The wind and snow cut people's faces, and fourteen-year-old Xiang Qing was wrapped in a large military medical robe, not much higher than a medicine pestle.
"Nonsense! Is this where you should be?" Grandfather took the blood-stained bandage from her hand, "Swordsmen and arrows have no eyes!"
While the fighting was going on outside the tent, she stood on tiptoe to sew up the wounds of the wounded soldiers with bone-deep wounds.
After seven days and nights without sleep, the extremely tired little medical fairy fell asleep on the medicine box.
Grandfather pulled the blood-stained cloak over her thin shoulders, and wiped her face fiercely when she turned around.
There was a sudden sound of armor, and General Yan Xun of Zhenbei broke into the military tent.
"I'm going to find the military doctor..." The words stopped abruptly.
His eyes fell on the girl who was curled up like a cub, her blood-stained combat boots stopped half a step away: "This little brat... Rescued Xu Polu?"
