With Feng Jiu’er’s promise not to leave, the knot in Long Shiyi’s chest finally eased—so much so that he ate three full bowls of rice in one sitting.

After dinner, Long Shiyi led Jian Yi and Feng Jiu’er to pick horses, and the three of them then went to the medical camp.

The state of the medical camp was even more dire than Feng Jiu’er had imagined.

The soldiers’ wounds had been stabilized for the moment, but many still teetered on the edge of death.

“Jiu’er, you’re here.” Inside the tent, Shen Rong’er was feeding a man lying on a wooden plank.

Seeing Feng Jiu’er enter, everyone tried to sit up, but many simply couldn’t manage it.

“No need for such courtesy.” Feng Jiu’er said softly and stepped inside.

“Miss Jiu’er.”

“Miss Jiu’er.”

Those who could still speak called out respectfully.

Some could only roll their eyes, unable to utter a word.

Feng Jiu’er suppressed her own sorrow and went to sit beside Shen Rong’er.

“Don’t move!” She gently touched the shoulder of the wounded soldier.

The soldier calmed, though his eyes still rolled from time to time.

“Jiu’er, he was stabbed near the heart. We…” Shen Rong’er choked up, unable to continue.

Having grown up in a village, her life had changed dramatically after she began following Feng Jiu’er.

Even after the war had raged for so long, Shen Rong’er still hadn’t grown numb to matters of life and death.

Whenever someone was hurt or died, it weighed heavily on her heart.

“Let me have a look.” Feng Jiu’er’s expression turned grave as she examined the soldier.

She undid his clothing and saw that blood was still seeping through the bandaged wound. She immediately drew out silver needles and inserted them into several acupoints near the wound.

“Medicine box, gauze, quickly!” Feng Jiu’er said, already beginning to unwind the bandages on the soldier’s body.

Every army camp had people from Tianji Hall, and the one in charge here was Leng Xuepiao.

Seeing that the wound had been carefully bandaged, Feng Jiu’er felt a measure of relief.

“Jiu’er, the medicine box.” Shen Rong’er knelt down beside her.

“You handled the wound well!” Feng Jiu’er said gently, offering reassurance.

It was meant to comfort Shen Rong’er, and also the soldier lying there, unable to speak or move.

“It’s just that we couldn’t stop the bleeding,” Shen Rong’er said quietly.

“Don’t be afraid! The bleeding will stop.” Feng Jiu’er gave the soldier a steady, confident look.

As she lifted away the last strip of gauze from the wound, Shen Rong’er was startled to find that the blood had truly stopped flowing.

Jiu’er really was remarkable—able to do what others could not!

Feng Jiu’er stitched the wound closed and rebandaged it.

With the help of his comrades, the soldier sat up, and Feng Jiu’er channeled healing energy into him.

Two quarters of an hour later, the soldier could not only speak but manage to sit up on his own, if with effort.

Seeing such a change, everyone’s hearts filled with hope.

Someone continued feeding the soldier, while Feng Jiu’er led the others to treat the rest of the wounded.

Soon, the whole tent, once heavy with gloom, was filled with renewed life.

“Everyone must have faith in yourselves.” Feng Jiu’er stood behind the tent’s curtain and knocked her blood-stained fist against her own chest, over her heart.

“I, Feng Jiu’er, am here, and I am truly grateful to every one of you brothers for what you’ve given.”

“As long as you help me reclaim my rightful place, I promise you—when there is fortune to be had, we will share it together!”

“Long live Miss Jiu’er!” one soldier shouted.

The soldiers called out together, in one voice: “Long live Miss Jiu’er!”

“Rest well.” Feng Jiu’er nodded slightly, turned, and lifted the curtain to leave.

Out in the war zone, the Ninth Imperial Uncle and everyone else were still waiting—that was where she was needed most!