newbobooks Chapter 1010 Untying the Heart Knot
Chapter 1010 Untying the Heart Knot
General Wei frowned. He had long heard that the newly appointed commander of the Imperial Guards was even more ruthless than his predecessor, Lord Cen.
It lived up to its reputation.
He wasn't given any face at all.
His face darkened. The Martial Guard Camp was his territory, and naturally he didn't want the Imperial Guards to interfere too much.
"General Wei."
Fang Nanzhi and Dr. Wu bowed together.
General Wei nodded slightly and was about to walk past them into the tent.
Unexpectedly, Yan Shaobin, who was standing beside her, paused and bowed to Fang Nanzhi, saying, "Miss Fang."
This move was too sudden.
Fang Nanzhi quickly returned the greeting: "Greetings, Your Excellency."
Yan Shaobin dared not accept the gift and was about to bow when Fang Nanzhi jumped directly behind Doctor Wu.
"My lord, I am not wearing a jade pendant." She poked half her head out.
I'm wearing it, but it's inside the collar, so you shouldn't be able to see it.
"Although she is not wearing jade, Miss Fang is of noble character and deserves a gift."
Yan Shaobin's gloomy face was full of seriousness.
Fang Nanzhi smiled awkwardly; the excuse this official made was rather perfunctory.
She considers herself to be of good character, but there are plenty of people who are better than her.
I didn't see any officials bowing to them.
Doctor Wu stood between the two men, his body stiff, his hands and feet seemingly unsure of what to do.
No, Dr. Fang, with his physique, he can't be used as a shield.
General Wei narrowed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
The newly appointed commander of the Imperial Guards is showing such "respect" to Fong Nam Gyi. Whose face is he trying to save?
Fang Yin? Or the Crown Prince?
Either way, it's not a good thing for Yan Shaobin, is it?
As is well known, the leader of the Imperial Guards can only be loyal to the Emperor.
Suppressing his emotions, General Wei frowned and said, "Doctor Fang, Physician Wu, please come in. Lord Yan has some questions to ask."
The four entered the tent one after another. Yan Shaobin glanced at Le Qi's injuries and understood the situation.
"I'm taking away the person who plotted against Young Master Yue."
He was straightforward.
General Wei was naturally unwilling, even if that person had made a mistake, he was still a member of the Wuwei Camp.
He preferred to conduct the trial himself.
But he didn't refuse; instead, he changed the subject: "Lord Yan, why don't you ask about the situation at the time?"
At that moment, Xing Yun was also invited.
The three doctors worked together to conduct the examination.
When the person was brought in, two of their bones were already broken.
The fractures weren't completely severed; there were still some adhesions. They didn't delay and helped set the bones.
Lord Yan asked about the bone-connecting process in great detail.
After learning that it was Dr. Fang, who was in charge of Le Qi's follow-up treatment after his leg was broken, he asked again.
Questions such as when I will recover and to what extent I will recover.
Fang Nanzhi answered cautiously: "At least 100 days. She can get out of bed, but only for simple walking and not for long periods of time."
"After a period of adjustment, you can act like a normal person."
Yan Shaobin nodded, then added as if remembering something: "This afternoon, Physician Xing from the palace will come over."
Physician Xing was supposed to come with him, but there was something going on at the Crown Prince's Palace.
No matter how important Yue Qi was, she could not surpass the Crown Prince.
The doctors agreed, saying, "Come on, let him come. Since it's Physician Xing, he's practically one of our own."
Afterwards, General Wei accompanied Yan Shaobin as they left the tent and headed towards the training ground.
They also need to inquire about the details of the sparring match that day, and why it took place.
This has nothing to do with Fang Nanzhi and the others.
She reached out and poked Xing Yun: "Brother Xing, who is that person?"
Xing Yun felt that Dr. Fang's actions were completely like those of a child.
Before he could speak, Dr. Wu interrupted, "Don't you know Dr. Fang?"
Fang Nanzhi honestly shook her head.
"If you don't know him, why should he bow to you?"
Fang Nanzhi shook her head again.
How could she know?
Xing Yun was slightly taken aback: "Lord Yan bowed to you? He's the leader of the Imperial Guards."
Imperial Guards?
Fang Nanzhi scratched her head. "That must be related to the Crown Prince?"
The group didn't dwell on it for long and went about their business.
Le Qi woke up at noon, the familiar pain in her leg returning, still so unbearable.
Fang Nanzhi, holding a large bowl, sat not far away, enjoying her meal.
The shredded pork noodles made by the kitchen today had almost no visible shredded pork. The noodles were a mixed type of noodle, but fortunately the broth was well-seasoned and had a good balance of saltiness.
Hu Dayuan and his friends found some bird eggs somewhere and even gave two to Fang Nanzhi.
Fang Nanzhi ate quite a few roasted bird eggs when she was a child.
Knowing what it tasted like, she couldn't resist taking it. Of course, she reciprocated by sharing some of the dried meat with others.
She actually knew that she had just eaten a bad lunch.
But her family would practically prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for her in the mornings and evenings, while Hu Dayuan and his family rarely ate anything oily or fatty.
As the free clinics went on for a while, the doctors all received some "small gifts" to varying degrees.
They mostly don't accept it, and if they do, it's like Fang Nanzhi—they take something worthless but interesting.
Surprisingly, this made the relationship between the soldiers of the Wuwei Battalion and the doctor even more harmonious.
Starting yesterday, Leqi has been eating special meals, including vegetable porridge, meat porridge, and all kinds of thick porridge.
This way, you can feel full without feeling dry, drink less water, and go to the toilet less often.
Going to the toilet is truly a painful experience.
Several people had to carry him, help him take off and put on his pants, and even wipe his bottom...
Le Qi didn't want to experience that sense of shame of being unable to take care of herself any longer.
People always crave porridge.
Right now, looking at the bird eggs, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Fang Nanzhi noticed and generously gave him one.
Le Qi reached out and took it, peeled it, took a bite, and found it incredibly fragrant: "What kind of egg is this?"
He had never eaten anything like this before; it was much smaller than an egg.
“Bird eggs,” Fang Nanzhi said while slurping noodles.
"What kind of bird gave birth to it?" Le Qi asked curiously.
This stumped Fang Nanzhi. She had known since she was a child that climbing trees to raid bird nests would yield eggs that were delicious whether roasted or boiled.
Did you ever think about what kind of bird it was?
"Hmm, I don't know," Fang Nanzhi replied truthfully.
Le Qi frowned: "You don't know you can eat it?"
Fang Nanzhi put down her bowl, looked back at him, and gave him a look that said, "You're making a fuss over nothing."
"What happened?"
"Does everything have to be thoroughly researched before it can be eaten? When I was a child, I even ate weeds when I was starving."
"As long as it's not poisonous, it's fine."
These words were difficult for Yue Qi to understand.
As the only son of the Le family, he was raised with meticulous care from a young age. It's no exaggeration to say that anything he put in his mouth had to be tested for poison first.
As one of the founding generals, General Le offended many people, both openly and secretly, during his heyday.
As the Le family declined, more people sought revenge and venting their anger.
What other way would be more satisfying to kill off the only son of the Le family?
In addition, the only grandson was pampered by the old lady, who spoiled him rotten, providing him with the best, most expensive, and rarest food and supplies.
After joining the army, Le Qi realized how unpalatable coarse rice and coarse flour were, and how they could get stuck in his throat.
He thought this was the suffering of the world.
Unexpectedly, Dr. Fang ate grass when he was hungry?
"Did you have a hard life before?" Le Qi asked earnestly.
Fang Nanzhi thought about it carefully and shook her head: "In terms of food and clothing, it was quite tough, but life wasn't difficult. My father loved me very much."
Although there is bitterness in her memory, there are more images of her father sheltering her from the wind and rain.
Once Fang Nanzhi started talking, she couldn't stop.
I simply chatted with Le Qi about my days in the countryside.
She mainly talked about food and drink.
"After the rain stopped, I went to pick mushrooms. Fresh mushrooms are easy to cook and they're very tender with just a little salt."
"There are wild pears in the mountains. They are bitter and not very juicy, so they don't taste very good, but you can eat them when you're hungry."
"The best thing to eat is chicken, of course. The chicken that my dad stole, cough, borrowed is the most delicious."
Fang Nanzhi almost blurted it out.
Stealing chickens was a form of revenge by her father when others bullied her or her second uncle during those difficult years.
As long as you don't get caught red-handed, the other party can't do anything even if they're furious.
"How do I return the chicken I borrowed?" Le Qi asked, puzzled.
"No need to pay it back, the people in our village are very generous," Fang Nanzhi said, spouting nonsense.
The villagers who were forced to be generous and had their chickens stolen are probably not very happy.
"The wild vegetable dumplings taste alright, but they get dry and hard after a while, and kids can't chew them." Afraid he would ask more questions, Fang Nanzhi quickly changed the subject.
At noon, it was as if Le Qi had opened the door to a new world.
It was a life he had never experienced and therefore could not imagine.
Fang Nanzhi, engrossed in her conversation, forgot to take a nap and went out to provide free medical consultations while yawning.
She kept reminding herself that she couldn't keep chatting with people, but why couldn't she stop talking?
She left, and Keleqi was still lost in thought.
Although Dr. Fang mainly talked about food, from her few words, it was clear that she had a very difficult past.
Hungry, cold, and without a mother, all their relatives except their father were like hungry wolves.
In contrast, although he did not have a father, he had the wholehearted love of his mother, grandmother, and uncle.
If a little girl from a mountain village can live like this, why can't he?
He was even better off, with no worries about food or clothing, having practiced martial arts since childhood, and coming from a family with a strong tradition of martial arts.
Unbeknownst to her, the sense of urgency and anxiety that had enveloped Yue Qi had lessened considerably.
Having figured this out, Le Qi felt much more relaxed.
"Get a pen and paper."
The servant who was waiting nearby immediately stepped forward.
Le Qi picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and prepared to write a letter to his family.
The Le family had a set of rules. Before he joined the army, his family had "spoiled" him, planning for him to live a carefree life as a young master.
He knelt before his grandfather's memorial tablet for three days, begging to join the army and restore the glory of the music bureau. His grandmother came to see him.
He only said one thing: once the arrow is released, there's no turning back.
He had no regrets about Yue Qi's firm decision.
Once a man from the Yue family joins the army, he must fulfill his duty as a soldier and general, and be loyal and obedient.
Soldiers in the army cannot easily go home when they are wounded, so he does not go back either.
No one from the household came to pick him up.
The servant was able to come because General Wei took the initiative to go to the music bureau and ask for him.
Previously, Le Qi was obsessed with achieving something as soon as possible and continuing the glory of his ancestors, and was unwilling to contact his family.
He was afraid that his family would ask him to go back and continue being that pampered young master who only enjoyed protection.
But now that her heart has been somewhat at ease, Le Qi feels that this action is extremely unfilial.
He was seriously injured, and his grandmother and the others were extremely worried.
Even if he doesn't go back, he can still write a letter to inform his family of the situation and comfort them.
Fang Nanzhi was busy until almost evening when someone came to invite her to the martial arts training ground.
Fang Nanzhi was secretly excited. The martial arts training ground was something she had never been to before.
The deputy general kept glancing at the doctors, implying that they shouldn't move around freely in the military camp.
Even lunch was delivered to them; they weren't allowed to go to the kitchen.
Lieutenant: He's innocent!
He didn't! He was staring at the doctors—no, I mean, guarding the doctors—because he was afraid they might need something.
This was the task the general gave him.
As for having meals delivered, isn't that taking care of the doctors?
Although General Wei was cautious and disliked outsiders entering the Wuwei Camp, he didn't mind the few doctors providing free medical consultations.
The main training grounds and kitchens are in the public areas; there are no military secrets there.
The real secrets are all with General Wei.
Fang Nanzhi skipped and hopped after the person, while Anmei carried her medicine box.
Xing Yun wanted to say that she was being unladylike.
Looking back, what does a thirteen-year-old girl need to be dignified for?
The longer they spent together, the more Fang Nanzhi's childlike nature became impossible to hide.
I remember she had a stern face when she first came.
Now... I've completely forgotten about it.
The training ground was bustling with activity. On the high platform, Yan Shaobin and General Wei sat on the main seats, one on the left and one on the right.
Below were soldiers who had formed a circle around the crowd. In the open space in the middle of the crowd, there were two people, one standing and one lying down.
The person standing was breathing unevenly, and the one lying down was crying out in pain, clearly having just sparred.
General Wei was drinking tea when he saw Fang Nanzhi and waved to her.
"Dr. Fang, you've come at the right time. Take a look at my adjutant and see how serious his injuries are."
Fang Nanzhi looked up at him, wondering if it was just her imagination.
She felt that General Wei's tone was not heavy, worried, or angry, but rather had a "joyful" quality.
Is it something to be happy about when your subordinates get injured?
She doesn't understand.
The crowd parted to make way for her, and Fang Nanzhi entered with ease.
Anmei handed her the medicine box, and Fang Nanzhi took the pulse of the person on the ground.
Where are you hurt?
"I got kicked in the side, it hurts so much, it's killing me!" the person on the ground cried out in agony.
But Fang Nanzhi loosened his wrist and started to pull at his clothes.
The person lying down then realized that the doctor who came was a young girl.
In full view of everyone, the young girl ripped off his clothes, and the man's face instantly turned red as he tried to hide.
"No, no need to look, I am seriously injured, probably with internal injuries."
Fang Nanzhi glanced at him, but couldn't tell from his pulse that he had any internal injuries; his pulse was strong and powerful.
"Don't hide! How can we diagnose the illness without examining it?"
Fang Nanzhi forcefully held him down.
With her strength, she couldn't possibly hold down a strong man, so Anmei took matters into her own hands.
Anmei pressed one hand against his chest and the other hand gripped his hand, making it impossible for the man to break free.
Fang Nanzhi then started lifting his clothes.
On the high platform, General Wei narrowed his eyes: "The Fang family really dotes on their daughter. The maidservant she serves is quite the hidden talent."
Yan Shaobin remained silent.
He knew that the Dark Plum was a gift from the Crown Prince to Miss Fang.
He was originally a bodyguard, so his martial arts skills were naturally excellent.
The man's clothes were lifted up, and there were indeed some bluish marks on his waist, but there were no broken bones or internal injuries.
"Are you alright elsewhere?" Fang Nanzhi asked.
The man nodded hesitantly.