Sun Hao's legs were crushed from the root of the thigh and amputated at a high position.
This was the first time Ji Wanrong removed Sun Hao's bandage and checked the situation. When she sprinkled the white medicine, the veins in Sun Hao's neck burst out in pain.
However, he gritted his teeth tightly and did not cry out even though he was bleeding.
"If it hurts, just shout out. It'll be okay."
Ji Wanrong looked down at him.
Sun Hao's condition is very bad. His bad condition may be related to the fact that he has completely lost the will to survive.
She just learned that Sun Hao was only seventeen, his parents died, he was an orphan, and the day of the accident was his birthday.
He got the opportunity to go out to the military camp to buy things, and with the few pieces of silver he got, he was going to buy rouge for his little fiancée, but accidentally learned that his fiancée had committed suicide.
He wanted to report to the official with hatred, but it was not that enemies would not get together, so he met Chen Hu on the road.
Chen Hu deliberately crushed his feet with a horse. While he was crushing her, he laughed and leisurely described the death of his fiancée to Sun Hao.
It was two soldiers who were traveling with him who hacked the horse to death, dragged Sun Hao out from under the horse's hooves, and reported the news to Xie Lingxiao.
"thank you……"
Sun Hao heard Ji Wanrong's words and opened his eyes to look at her. Two lines of clear tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, mixed with the sweat on his cheeks caused by pain, and quickly fell down.
"Don't cry. You can take good care of yourself. I will heal you with my heart and everything will get better."
Ji Wanrong wiped away his tears with a handkerchief. He was so young, but he encountered such a thing, and his heart felt sour.
"Forget it, County Master Qinghui, it's not worth wasting your time on me."
After he said this, he slowly turned his head and looked at the Mongolian prince standing at the door.
He immediately recognized the tall, round-waisted man at the door, but there was no hatred in his eyes.
What Ji Wanrong could see was the disgrace of death.
He had no hope of survival.
"Sun Hao, what do you mean by this?" Ji Wanrong paused and raised her head to look at him.
"I am already disabled. I am living in this world with a single life, and I wasted your medicine. I am already a damned person. As long as I die, you and Battalion Commander Xie don't have to be embarrassed!"
After Sun Hao finished speaking, he closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Ji Wanrong anymore.
Ji Wanrong followed the spot Sun Hao had just looked at, turned his head, glared at the Mongolian prince fiercely, and then smiled coldly.
She raised her hand high and dropped it heavily on Sun Hao's face.
A crisp sound.
The woman in front of him was so tough that she actually hit a patient who was still lying on the bed.
Feeling Ji Wanrong's sharp gaze just now, the Mongolian prince looked at him and took a few steps back in fear.
A red fingerprint soon appeared on Sun Hao's cheek. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Ji Wanrong.
My ears heard Ji Wanrong's stern words: "I took the time to save your life, your life is worth it! Everyone's life is life!"
"You are a soldier. Even if you die on the battlefield, sacrifice your life for the country, and be wrapped in horse leather, you are lucky enough to live up to your command and die well. But you feel sorry for yourself on the bed, what the hell is this!"
"Your enemy is right in front of you, but you don't dare to show hatred towards him! Who are you worthy of! Are you worthy of your fiancée who supports you in the military camp? Me? You are worthy of fighting against the emperor for you. Xie Lingxiao and Mo Jiecheng? Are you worthy of yourself?"
"Where's your man's blood? It's only on his legs, right?"
Ji Wanrong's words were sharp and his voice was passionate. Every word penetrated into everyone's ears.
After listening to Ji Wanrong's words, Sun Hao opened his eyes in confusion and looked at her.
As the Mongolian prince listened to Ji Wanrong's words from a distance, he felt a burst of excitement in his heart, as if something was about to burst out of his blood and bones.
He did not expect that such a weak, cat-like woman could actually say such words, just like a soldier who had fought on the battlefield, with the blood flowing in her bones!
The Mongolian prince was thinking, and locked his eyes on Ji Wanrong, when his thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming from behind.
Mo Jiecheng raised his chin slightly, glanced at Ji Wanrong in the camp, and then looked at the Mongolian prince defensively, and then spoke: "What is the Mongolian prince doing standing outside the camp? Don't you dare to look at the victim? ?”
The Mongolian prince snorted coldly.
"Since we are all here, let's go in together first."
Xie Lingxiao had no expression on his face, but he still brought the two confronting people in.
When the Mongolian prince sat down in the camp, Mo Jiecheng said straight to the point: "The soldiers said that they could not find any trace of you, so I knew that you came to the camp of wounded soldiers because of the efficacy of Baiyao."
"Since you like Baiyao so much, why don't we negotiate a deal?"
When the Mongolian prince heard this, he seemed to have guessed something and laughed loudly: "His Royal Highness, King Han, wants to make a deal with me? Yes, but I want to talk to her!"
The Mongolian prince waved his long arm and pointed at Ji Wanrong, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Mo Jiecheng and Xie Lingxiao were both stunned.
Only Ji Wanrong looked calm, crossed his legs, looked at the Mongolian prince's position, and then nodded: "Okay, what do you want to talk about? I'll talk to you."
The Mongolian prince glanced around, and then said calmly: "We are talking alone."
Ji Wanrong stared at the Mongolian prince's face for a long time, unable to see the intention on his face. Then he gave up and asked Xie Lingxiao and Mo Jiecheng to go out first.
But the Mongolian prince even asked people to carry Sun Hao out.
When everyone left, Mo Jiecheng didn't want to leave yet, but under Ji Wanrong's threatening look, he trembled and reluctantly left.
Only then did the huge camp return to silence.
Ji Wanrong summoned the bottle of Baiyao from space, and spoke straight to the point: "I know the Mongolian prince wants to talk to me alone because he just saw this in my hand, Baiyao."
Her eyes were firm and her expression was somewhat serious.
"Did you develop Baiyao? Ji Wanrong. You have exceeded my expectations time and time again."
The Mongolian prince glanced at the white medicine in Ji Wanrong's hand, and immediately moved his gaze to Ji Wanrong's face, which was full of surprise.
"You're right. I provide all the white medicine in the military camp. The production process is complicated and the procedures are numerous. It cannot be mass-produced and the quantity is scarce. You want to ask other doctors to crack it, but they can't."
When the Mongolian prince heard this, he put his hands in his sleeves, shrank his neck, and smiled coquettishly.
He did not expect that the woman in front of him even knew that he had asked a doctor to develop it and wanted to replicate Baiyao.
Not only Baiyao, but also him and the Mongolian backup dancer who was injured while dancing in the past, were able to recover so quickly. In addition to Chen Hu's thoughtful care, it also had a lot to do with Ji Wanrong's treatment.
He suddenly found that he admired the woman in front of him very much!
The Mongolian prince thought of this and stared at Ji Wanrong's face with burning eyes.
Because the appearance of this woman broke the principles he believed to be true in the past.
What he believed in before was the law of the jungle, which is the law of the jungle.
It is true that this world is a world where the weak eat the strong, but strength and weakness are not judged by body size and strength.
In front of me was such a small woman, with a pointed chin and a slender and thin body. She was far less powerful and beautiful than the Mongolian woman.
To him, she was more like a little mouse, as if he could crush her to death with just one finger.
But the power in her body is indeed infinite, she can do anything well, and her body is stronger than his, which makes him worship and admire her extremely!
This is the first time he has seen such a tenacious, tenacious, and powerful woman!
Just as the Mongolian prince was thinking, Ji Wanrong's crisp voice sounded again.
"Emperor Beili promised you a year's worth of Baiyao, and I can give you twice as much free of charge as a one-time payment. And what I want is Chen Hu's life!"
The Mongolian prince agreed without thinking: "Of course I agree, but I still have one condition..."
Ji Wanrong frowned, worried that the Mongolian Prince Lion would open his mouth. When he raised his head, he felt the Mongolian Prince's fiery gaze.
