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Chapter 301 A Compassionate Heart - Captain Gan

"Help! Help! Help!"

Below the sandpit, Suzhileg shouted hoarsely in Chinese.

Hasibaren was frozen all night.

Right now, his arms and face are twitching, his eyes are rolling upwards, he is spitting out some white foam, and his entire face is bluish-purple.

No matter how much her two sons called out, there was no response.

Suzilege and Morigen were so anxious that their hair was practically standing on end.

But they're all buried.

His lower body was completely immobile.

After discussing it, the two brothers decided to shout for help from the Bei army.

They were supposed to die six days later.

They couldn't let Ata (the father) die before that.

After a few breaths.

Two heads peeked out from the top of the pit.

After the two men understood Suzhileg's request, one of them spat directly into the pit.

"Pah! That's hilarious! They're about to be buried alive and they're still yelling for help!"

Surileg's eyes showed earnestness:

"Please, gentlemen, help me out. My father is old and can't stand the cold. Could you please make him feel better before the roof is finished? How high do you plan to bury him today? I'll just bury the rest of my father's body under my own!"

"Tsk tsk, boss, the son down there is such a filial son! Rare indeed!"

"Fine, they won't live much longer anyway, let the medical team take a look at this old man!"

Surileg thanked him profusely, his face showing deep gratitude.

What he was really thinking was that the Han people truly valued filial piety above all else.

He seemed to have found a glimmer of hope again.

A quarter of an hour later.

A woman's clear, cold voice rang out from the top of the pit.

“Our medical team has been working for 24 hours straight without closing their eyes. You centurions really know how to order people around.”

The man replied obsequiously:
"Captain Gan, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you again. There's a filial son among these Hu people. He says his father caught a chill last night and now has a fever. Could you please take a look at him?"

The woman's cold voice carried a hint of anger: "If you're going to kill prisoners, just do it quickly. Why bother burying them alive and making such a fuss?"

The obsequious man coughed, covering his mouth.

"Captain Gan, please don't be angry. The General is still furious! His facial wounds were fortunately stitched up in time by your medical team, but a scar is inevitable! It's practically disfigurement! The General doesn't want these barbarians to die a quick and painless death."

The same cold voice, now shifting from anger to impatience:

"Alright, alright, all of you get out of here! This captain only saves people, not kills. Seeing you killers just annoys me."

"Hehehe, please! Please!"

The sound of rustling footsteps came from behind.

Which medical team leader has arrived?
The expression that Su Rileg had just managed to put on froze when he saw the owner of the voice.

The group of Hu people who were also looking up at the approaching person couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

It's so cold!
They were all used to the fact that women in the Khanate always wore headscarves and had gentle smiles.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with such stunning beauty, yet colder than a snow-capped mountain.

The contrast is just too stark!
The medical team leader, Gan Minglan, looked down at him expressionlessly: "Who can tell us the patient's specific condition?"

Surileg, suppressing his rapidly pounding heart, hesitated for a moment before replying:

"The patient is sixty-two years old. He..." After carefully describing his father's condition, he added:

“My father should be enjoying his retirement in the capital, but this time the king has forced him to lead troops into battle! He is the only living general in our Kashgar Khanate. I wonder if your country could grant such a veteran a little preferential treatment?”

Gan Minglan remained expressionless, her tone calm and even:

"So, you want to get your father a quick and easy solution? Like, have him finish the roof today?"

Surrage: "."

He's a very filial son, how could he let Ata die before him!

Speechless, she responded with a tearful expression.

No matter how cold a woman may appear, she will have a touch of compassion when facing elderly and sick patients.

After asking a few more questions about the symptoms, the other party concluded:
“Your father has convulsions! Since you are a filial son, I have some pills here. Have him take one every four hours. After taking six pills, he should be fine.”

After Gan Minglan finished speaking, she tossed a small porcelain bottle in front of Su Rileg.

Seeing that she was about to leave after dropping the medicine, Su Rileg quickly spoke up:
"Thank you, Captain! You have the heart of a Bodhisattva! Could you please put in a good word for us with the General? As long as we aren't buried alive, everything is negotiable."

"Just wait and see!" After a long while, this sentence finally came from the top of the pit.

That one sentence immediately roused the Hu people in the pit.

A few of the non-Han nobles could understand some of the Chinese, and they quickly relayed the conversation between the two men to the others.

The eldest brother, Morigen, was half pleased and half worried: "Third brother, will this work? No matter how beautiful a woman is, can she change the mind of a general?"

The general standing nearby chimed in, "Yes! The way she spoke almost froze my heart! Even the Khan's princess wasn't as arrogant as her."

Without hesitation, Su Rileg poured out a pill from the small porcelain bottle, pried open Hasibaren's mouth, and stuffed it in.

He smelled the medicinal fragrance inside the bottle.

He said with great certainty:
“Brother, women are never brought into the Han Chinese military camps! This medical team leader must be someone important, and her medicines smell extraordinary! My Han Chinese master once told me that the doctors from their Divine Doctor Valley are all exceptionally skilled, but their weakness might be that these reclusive people are unfamiliar with worldly affairs.”

Eldest brother Morigen: "So, that woman might be a legendary healer from a hidden sect?"

Surleg nodded: "If she weren't someone with great abilities, how could a mere woman gain the flattery and praise of these soldiers and bandits?"

The Hu people said, "May Allah protect us."

They don't have a miracle healer, they have God.

Historically, when people from the Hu region fell ill, they mostly relied on willpower to tough it out.

They believe in natural selection.

If half of ten children survive to adulthood, that's considered quite remarkable.

Unlike the Han people, who would seek medical help for even the slightest illness.

Ha ha!

I'm not jealous!
They weren't jealous at all!
However, the old general looks very dangerous now, and he has already fainted.

Allah could not hear his plea for help.

No, no.

The Han Chinese healers may be mortals sent by Allah to save Him.

really.

Just half an hour later, the old general Hasibaren's convulsions were relieved.

The twitching in my hands and face has stopped.

His complexion also began to change from bluish-purple to normal.

The miracle doctor, on whom all hope had been placed, reappeared at midday.

Her voice was as cold as ever, and she went straight to the point: "What do you want to give in exchange for your lives?"

(End of this chapter)