Yun Qishen

After treating the wounded soldiers that day, she went alone to the tents of the logistics soldiers.

"It's a white ghost!" The logistics soldier who was washing clothes at the entrance of the tent shouted loudly as soon as he saw her.

Upon hearing the sound, the soldiers inside the tent all turned their attention to her.

The logistics squad leader, who had long been annoyed by her presence, pushed through the crowd of onlookers and stood in front of her. He raised his hand and shoved her shoulder without any politeness, saying, "What are you doing here? Get out!"

She was pushed and stumbled, but managed to steady herself. She looked up at the group of disabled support soldiers with her innocent eyes. "You're injured. I want to treat you."

“We don’t need it!” The logistics squad leader was strong and muscular. He grabbed her by the back of her collar and easily tossed her out of the tent.

Her bottom hit the ground hard, and the yellow dust on the ground flew up with the wind from the side.

"Why refuse treatment? Isn't being injured very painful?" she wondered, when suddenly a handful of yellow soil hit her face, causing her to cough incessantly.

The logistics squad leader, his face flushed red, roared even louder than before, "There's no why! Get out! Get out of here! I'd rather you disappeared or died!"

"Isn't the injury very painful and uncomfortable? Why wasn't it treated? Why?! Cough cough cough! Why are you doing this to me?! Cough cough cough!"

The yellow sand blurred her vision. She couldn't understand why these people hated her so much, when the soldiers she had treated were all happy and content.

"Go to hell, you monster!"

With a soldier's angry curse, the yellow sand turned into a solid clod of earth, which struck her forehead hard, and red blood dripped down the shape of her forehead.

It dripped onto the loess soil, and it also dripped into people's eyes.

The logistics soldiers stopped throwing. She raised her hand and touched the blood flowing down her forehead; her hand did not emit the healing white light.

She felt somewhat aggrieved, an emotion instilled in her by the soldiers who were taking care of her.

Why do these people call her a monster? What is a monster? It doesn't seem like a good word.

"Did I do anything wrong? I just want you to be healthy and happy!" she shouted. Although her intentions were good, it was a joke to the logistics soldiers.

"Do you think we're happy?!"

Are you happy?
She was stunned, because she couldn't see any joy on the faces of these logistics soldiers. She glanced around blankly.

Suddenly, she recognized several soldiers in the logistics corps. She seemed to have treated them before, but they were all cured by now!

How did I end up here again?

"Your very existence is a mistake!" A logistics soldier picked up a glass of soapy water and splashed it at her. "Get out!"

"Monster! With you around, we can't possibly be happy! Get out!"

She cried, and she fled in panic. Finally, she stumbled into a dirty embrace.

"Girl...girl..."

That gaze that she had been so concerned about these past few days was now right in front of her.

An aggressive gaze swept over her from head to toe. Rough, calloused hands with festering purple wounds gripped her fair arm tightly.

Do you also have wounds that need treatment?

How naive she was! Back then, all she could ask were questions like that.

"Girl...girl..."

A large hand forcefully pried at her arm, followed by a cracking sound—

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"Commander! Something terrible has happened!"

A deputy rushed into the commander's tent in a panic, startling the commander, who was fast asleep from being drunk, so much so that he sat up abruptly in bed.

"What's all the fuss about!" the commander mumbled, rubbing his aching forehead.

"That treasure is broken!" the deputy said, presenting a long wooden box containing her arm. The arm, once pristine white, was now stained pink. "Look..."

The commander glanced at the bloodied arm, his brows furrowing in disgust. "Can't she treat her own wounds?"

"I don't know, the child is still unconscious."

Upon hearing his deputy's reply, the commander sighed in disappointment, "Then it's useless..."

The deputy commander placed the severed arm on the ground, knelt on one knee, and bowed respectfully. "Commander! There is one more thing I have not yet reported!"

"what's up?"

"Actually, we also discovered that the child's flesh and blood also have a healing effect, even more effective than the treatment she actively touched! Just a mouthful of blood! My body instantly became ten years younger!"

As he spoke, the deputy leader showed the commander his youthful face and muscles.

"Let's put this arm away for now..." The commander's eyes darted around, and he beckoned the deputy commander closer for a whispered conversation.

After receiving the secret order, the deputy leader quickly bowed and withdrew.

The commander carefully touched the severed arm inside the wooden box, then, unable to resist his curiosity, wiped off a drop of blood and put it in his mouth. (End of Chapter)