This was even more worthy of celebration than the merits and rewards they were about to receive!

Money could be earned again if lost!

But people weren’t something you could just have when they were gone! Especially veterans!

On the frontier, official positions sometimes meant nothing, but troops were always the most important thing.

Without strong troops, you were nothing!

They’d struck it rich! This time they’d really struck it rich!

The shocked weren’t just these officers—Liu Pucheng and the disciples of Qianjin Hall were also stunned.

They had participated in three rescue operations along the way, but this was the first time they’d heard such results.

The previous times hadn’t had such effects, and during the first time, they’d even caused trouble.

But Yueniang Qi had told them not to think about anything, just to keep doing and running as instructed.

And unexpectedly, they could, actually, achieve this much?

How was this possible? Had they really done this?

“How did you do it?” Zhou Maochun shouted loudly, grabbing the nearest Qianjin Hall disciple.

This disciple was still in shock himself.

“Yeah, how did you do it?” he asked in a daze.

Zhou Maochun released him and grabbed the next one.

But no one answered him, because everyone was asking the same question.

How did you do it?

How did you just do it!

The officers were also inquiring, but their questions were different from those of Zhou Maochun and the other experts.

“You did this? You did this?” they grabbed disciple after disciple asking, eyes shining as if seeing gold and silver treasures.

“It wasn’t us,” all the Qianjin Hall disciples replied.

How modest!

With such real skills, yet still so modest. Looking at their own army doctors they’d been using, comparing people would make you die, comparing goods would make you throw them away.

This wasn’t fair—such good army doctors should have been shared with them too.

“Someone come, someone come!” the officers decisively shouted, especially seeing white-robed physicians running down the street carrying wooden buckets.

How could they let these treasures do such work?!

What they should do was treat the wounded!

Personal guards hurried to relay orders, mobilizing the laborers to carry stretchers, transport the wounded, sweep, and deliver things.

“And, and,” another officer thought of something and shouted, “Deploy a team to guard these physicians well—they can’t be allowed to get hurt!”

The personal guards hurried to arrange this too.

Only then did the officers breathe a little easier, and they began looking for Chang Yuncheng. The matter of merit and reward statistics could be set aside for now—first they needed to discuss the allocation of army doctors.

But they discovered Chang Yuncheng was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is the General?” they asked.

“He seemed to follow that woman who fainted earlier,” someone remembered and said hurriedly.

Such a femme fatale…

The officers exchanged glances and shook their heads.

It seemed this woman had an unusual relationship with the general.

But no matter how unusual, at this time it was purely causing trouble.

Causing trouble? This was the second time these officers had said this.

The Qianjin Hall disciples’ expressions showed displeasure again.

Before they could speak, Qiao Minghua stepped forward.

“Causing trouble?” He looked at the officers and said, “Sir, do you know who this woman is?”

Who?

The officers looked at him.

“She is the master of these people,” Qiao Minghua said, pointing at the white-robed disciples still running around busily.

“She is the savior of these wounded soldiers,” he said, pointing at the wounded soldiers scattered and sitting on the street, pointing at those houses with different signs hanging.

“This is what she brought…” he pointed all around.

She brought the scene that remained busy but not chaotic after battle.

She brought the scene where wounded soldiers didn’t panic, cry, despair, or curse, but waited quietly for treatment.

She brought the tents where the most severely wounded, once carried inside, had hope of survival.

She brought the incredible result that all lightly wounded could be completely healed, and half of the severely wounded could be saved.

Tears flowed down Qiao Minghua’s face again.

The officers stared at him blankly.

Oh, so the traces on his face were indeed tears, not sweat…

Everyone shook their heads heavily.

“It was this woman?” they asked in surprise.

That really wasn’t causing trouble!

Thinking of their earlier words, the officers felt somewhat ashamed. No wonder these disciples looked at them with such dissatisfied eyes.

They couldn’t offend such a person—they needed to win her over.

What kind of person was this, to be so capable? How had they never heard of such an army doctor before?

Maybe she wasn’t an army doctor?

“Also,” Qiao Minghua stepped forward to leave, but stopped and turned back to look at the officers, “she is the General’s wife.”

There seemed to be the sound of a jaw dropping.

The General’s wife…

You must be joking!

When Qi Yue woke up, she immediately heard the commotion outside.

“What’s happening?” She was about to get up.

Chang Yuncheng pressed her down with his hand.

“Lie down!” he roared.

Only then did Qi Yue see him, and then she saw that she was in a temporarily arranged small room with an IV drip in her arm and the lingering taste of medicine in her mouth.

She immediately understood what had happened, thinking of the moment she collapsed and Liu Pucheng taking over the surgical knife.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“You scared me to death, what are you shouting for?” She smiled with pursed lips and obediently lay down.

“Who scared who to death?” Chang Yuncheng glared and roared.

Qi Yue smiled again and even pointed at her own nose.

“Me, I scared you to death,” she said sincerely.

Chang Yuncheng held his breath, sat down angrily, and looked at the IV drip.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m really fine, don’t worry,” Qi Yue said again, reaching out with her other hand to pull him.

Chang Yuncheng angrily dodged, not letting her reach him.

“What did you promise me?” he said with a dark face.

“Yes, yes, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have failed to rest in time,” Qi Yue smiled and reached out to pull him again.

Seeing her leaning forward, Chang Yuncheng was ultimately afraid she couldn’t reach and something would happen, so this time he didn’t dodge.

Qi Yue grabbed his hand.

“You’re exhausted too, go rest early,” she said, emphasizing again, “I’m fine. Just a little dehydrated, I’ll be better soon.”

“For this half day, you’ll lie here obediently,” Chang Yuncheng saw through her thoughts and said decisively, “Don’t think about going outside again!”

“Will you stay with me?” Qi Yue smiled.

“Stay,” Chang Yuncheng answered without hesitation.

Qi Yue smiled.

“You haven’t rested well these past days either. Come, it’s rare that I’m resting,” she smiled, patting the empty space beside her, “Come, let’s sleep together.”

Chang Yuncheng couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He looked at the narrow space beside her.

“Come on,” Qi Yue smiled, shaking his hand and even winking at him flirtatiously.

Chang Yuncheng laughed again and indeed got up to walk over. He removed his cloak, and Qi Yue happily moved aside, but Chang Yuncheng quickly stopped her.

He lay down, his large frame making the small bed seem even smaller.

He carefully positioned this woman’s arm to avoid disturbing the needle, then raised his hand to stroke Qi Yue’s head, letting her rest on his arm, turning on his side so he could carefully protect Qi Yue against his chest.

Qi Yue smiled and let him arrange her. When he stopped moving, she nuzzled against his chest and closed her eyes.

Chang Yuncheng kissed her hair.

He seemed to have many things to say in his heart, but also felt there was nothing to say.

“…You haven’t eaten either, have you?” he finally said.

Qi Yue hummed in agreement.

“…When you wake up, what do you want to eat?” Chang Yuncheng asked.

“…Chicken, duck, fish, meat, noodles, buns…” Qi Yue said.

Chang Yuncheng laughed quietly.

“Good,” he said.

“What do you want to eat?” Qi Yue asked back.

“…Radish and tofu soup, braised pork ribs, boiled fish…” Chang Yuncheng said.

These were all things Qi Yue had cooked for him. Qi Yue smiled.

After half a month, this was the first time they’d had such intimate contact. First because of Zhou Maochun’s vigilant guarding, then because of the urgent battle situation—being able to say a word when they met was already difficult, let alone lying together like this with their heads touching. They hadn’t expected that lying together like this, what they’d talk about was food.

How amusing.

Qi Yue smiled.

When apart, she hadn’t felt she missed him much, probably because she knew he was nearby. When together, she didn’t feel she missed him much either—perhaps this was the feeling of being an old married couple.

Qi Yue rested her head against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

“…The cook here is actually not bad. If you tell him, maybe he can make it…” Chang Yuncheng said, and at this point looked down to kiss Qi Yue, only to discover this woman had actually fallen asleep.

She slept very peacefully, pressed tightly against his chest.

Chang Yuncheng couldn’t help but smile.

This woman…

She was too tired…

He lowered his head to nuzzle this woman’s hair, held her steadily in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes too.

A’Ru was responsible for surgical assistance, while A’Hao took over her nursing duties. Of course, the most important task A’Ru gave her was to take good care of Qi Yue.

A’Hao carried the medicine bottle and first knocked on the door. She knew the Prince was inside accompanying her, but no one answered.

A’Hao then pushed the door open, unexpectedly seeing the two embracing on the bed at first glance, startling her into crying out and quickly turning around.

This sound woke Chang Yuncheng.

He then realized he had also fallen asleep.

“Keep it down, she’s sleeping,” he said somewhat displeasedly, quickly looking down at Qi Yue in his arms.

Qi Yue still had her eyes closed, making soft snoring sounds.

Only then did A’Hao turn around.

“The saline is finished, I’m here to remove the needle,” she said with lowered head.

Chang Yuncheng hummed and said nothing more.

A’Hao hurried over, seeing Qi Yue sleeping soundly leaning against Chang Yuncheng’s chest while Chang Yuncheng carefully stroked Qi Yue’s hair.

“Madam still sleeps most peacefully when with the Prince,” A’Hao couldn’t help but say with a low giggle.

This girl was different from A’Ru—somewhat shameless, daring to say anything.

But these words sounded quite nice…

Chang Yuncheng wanted to maintain a stern face but couldn’t help wanting to grin.

Did she feel at ease only when with him?

Did she sleep so peacefully only when with him?

A’Hao suppressed her laughter as she removed the needle, took her things, and withdrew.

Chang Yuncheng sighed with relief and looked down at the woman still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

All this movement hadn’t woken her up, showing how exhausted she was…

He sighed and pulled her closer against him.

On the small, simply constructed bed, two figures pressed tightly together.