Love Lock

Chapter 10 Who are you?

On the open ground next to the large tent of the wounded soldiers' camp, more than thirty tents were set up. Pingchuan pushed Zhao Zun and checked them one by one very responsibly.

The candles were extinguished, and the tent was dimly lit. The wounded soldiers all had their eyes closed, so their facial expressions were obscured. However, it was clear that each wounded soldier had two gleaming bottles of liquid hanging from their hands and white bandages wrapped around their bodies.

A soldier patrols each tent, and if the fluid runs out, he immediately replaces it as Han Lei instructed.

Each tent housed four wounded soldiers, and with more than thirty tents, there were more than one hundred wounded soldiers.

Although Zhao Zun didn't know the final outcome of his inspection tour, he couldn't help but admire Han Lei's workload of just half a day and a night.

"Cough! Cough! Cough..." A weak coughing sound came.

Someone actually woke up?

Zhao Zun's gaze, sharp as a sword, immediately locked onto a wounded soldier in the corner.

"Quick! Go there," Zhao Zun ordered, pointing in that direction.

Pingchuan quickly pushed Zhao Zun to the side of the wounded soldier's cot. Zhao Zun bent down and looked down to observe.

In the dim light, the wounded man struggled slightly, perhaps because his lying position was uncomfortable.

"Lie down, lie down. Where do you feel unwell?"

Unable to contain his excitement, Zhao Zun reached out and patted the wounded man's shoulder with trembling hands to comfort him.

"Miss Han is truly a remarkable person!" Pingchuan couldn't help but exclaim.

The wounded soldier sensed someone nearby, opened his heavy eyelids, and after a long while, he was able to see the magnified face in front of him. His lips trembled immediately.

"Is...is it the Marshal?"

The wounded man's voice was hoarse, and his chest heaved violently; he was equally agitated.

He was clearly in grave danger, so why did he see the marshal? Had the marshal also perished? Had he become the marshal's soldier in the afterlife?

"You...you're really awake?" Zhao Zun stared intently at the wounded soldier while excitedly ordering Pingchuan, "Quick, quick, go and call all the military doctors over."

"Yes!"

The soldier in charge of the tent responded and left.

Soon, a series of chaotic footsteps could be heard outside the tent.

"Let this old man take a look, let this old man take a look." It was the voice of Dr. He.

"Don't push!"

"Hey! You stepped on me."

"#*&$%…"

"Shh! Keep your voices down, the wounded are still resting!" Pingchuan strode out and glared at them.

The dozen or so military doctors shrank back, quickly quieted down, and tiptoed into the tent.

Inside, Zhao Zun turned around and glared at them, his meaning clear: How old are you all? Don't you know what's important?

Zhao Zun usually commanded great military authority, and the other military doctors were all terrified and kept silent. Only Old He, who relied on his seniority, had the thickest skin.

"Hehehe, Marshal, I heard someone has woken up?" Old He chuckled, his face full of wrinkles.

"Old He, come and take a look!" Zhao Zun rolled his eyes at him helplessly, unable to bring himself to criticize him.

After all, Old He had worked hard under his father his whole life and watched him grow up. Apart from his love of drinking, bad temper, and taking advantage of his age, he didn't have any other problems.

Pingchuan gently moved the wheelchair aside, and Old He squeezed in immediately.

The wounded man turned to look at Old He, his gaze unfocused, and swallowed hard, his lips dry and cracked.

"Quickly give him some water, and go get some rice porridge."

After saying that, Old He grabbed the wounded man's arm and placed his hand on his pulse.

A group of people surrounded Old He, holding their breath and watching intently, afraid that they might distract him from taking his pulse. Old He's heart was pounding, and his frosty brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly.

After a full half-cup of tea time, Old He finally took a deep breath and withdrew his hand.

"Incredible, incredible! I've never seen or heard of anything like it!"

Old He's words had already explained everything, but the other military doctors were eager to go and do it one by one.

Every military doctor who took the pulse was filled with shock.

No, it should be said that they were shocked! They were all shocked by the little girl's miraculous medical skills.

No one knew the condition of the wounded soldiers better than them. Every day, hundreds or even thousands of wounded soldiers were wounded in the fierce fighting, while there were only a dozen or so medics.

The fighting lasted for more than ten days, and the number of wounded kept piling up. Some of the wounded were indeed seriously injured and died, but most of the wounded were kept alive by drinking hemostatic medicine while waiting for medical treatment.

Because the time has been too long, some people's wounds have become festering and itchy, some wounds have become infected and oozing pus, and some wounds have even started to turn green and grow hair.

Once these terrible conditions occur, fever will follow, eventually leading to a persistent high fever and unconsciousness.

When they abandoned these wounded soldiers, they were already at a point where they could neither take medicine nor be beaten to wake them, and they were completely lifeless. They were truly powerless to help them.

But from yesterday afternoon until now, in just eight or nine hours, the wounded soldier in front of me, who was on the verge of death, has not only miraculously woken up, but his pulse has also gradually become stronger and more stable.

How could they not be shocked?
………I'm a lazy thread divider………

In the afternoon, it started snowing outside.

The north wind was biting, and the sky was gray and oppressive.

Perhaps because she had something on her mind that she couldn't let go of, Han Lei, who was soundly asleep without any dreams, suddenly opened her eyes.

Han Lei felt warm all over, and her vision was filled with a hazy light, but she was quickly drawn to a familiar figure.

Zhao Zun!

The prince, exuding a military air and aloofness, stood looking down at her bedside.

He was handsome and dashing, dressed in casual clothes with flowing sleeves, like a refined gentleman in a TV drama, yet with a touch of sharpness.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, yet gentle as spring water as it brushed across her face, as if trying to see right through her.

Zhao Zun's gaze lingered on Han Lei, like a scientist studying the habits of a gorilla, filled with both curiosity and focus, and a hint of barely perceptible doting.

Why is he looking at me like that?

Is it because I'm a terrible sleeping person?

Han Lei's heart tightened suddenly, and she quickly raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, afraid that she had drooled in her sleep.

Those deep eyes, which she hadn't had a chance to notice since she transmigrated here, now seemed to hold only her.

A hint of panic flashed in Han Lei's eyes. She bit her lip and then met Zhao Zun's gaze directly.

Their eyes met in the air, sparking a silent exchange of unspoken words.

A strange flutter rose in Zhao Zun's heart. The girl's eyes were clear and firm, making him want to get closer and understand everything about her.

This girl is beautiful and powerful, and her appearance is so coincidental. Although he has carefully observed and analyzed her every move over the past two days, he still can't help but wonder whether she is friend or foe, and what her purpose is in coming here.
Suddenly, Zhao Zun smiled, a smile full of tenderness and relief.

At that moment, it was as if he had let go of all his defenses and suspicions, wanting only to share this rare tranquility with her.

Han Lei also found a moment of peace in Zhao Zun's smile. She took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with the wounded?"

After saying that, Han Lei lifted the blanket and got up to check the situation, but Zhao Zun grabbed her shoulder.

"The injured person is improving and is being cared for by other doctors, so don't worry. Get up and eat something after you've rested. Then let me know when you have a moment..."

Zhao Zun paused for a moment, his smile deepening. He slowly leaned down and whispered in Han Lei's ear.

"...Who exactly are you?"