Time flies, and half a month passes.

Border.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the autumn rain is slightly cool.

There were bursts of pain from the wounded camp from time to time. More than 20 military doctors were busy and almost never stopped. Even so, they were still too busy.

The border war was urgent, and the border troops were seriously injured. More and more wounded soldiers were sent to the camp every day. Later, the camp was not enough, so they had to expand the camp. Those seriously injured were given priority to carry them into the camp. Those with mild injuries were outside the camp, either sitting or lying down.

It was raining today, it was wet and cold. The wounded soldiers all squeezed into the tent, which was extremely crowded and the smell of blood was particularly strong.

Only in the tent in the corner was a wounded soldier. The wounded soldiers automatically gave up the tent.

This wounded soldier, whose surname is He, is the legitimate son of General He and the nephew of Duke Pingguo.

The He family has been in charge of the border army for more than a hundred years, and has been operating for several generations. They have a high prestige in the border army. To be honest, the border army is the He family army. He Qi's identity should be like his own father in the future, becoming the general of the army and the right-hand man of the next Duke of Pingguo.

The "family scandal" of the Duke of Pingguo's mansion is in the capital, and there are very few people who know it, let alone the soldiers in the border army.

The soldiers mentioned He Zhi privately, either regretting that his handsome face had been ruined, or they felt that General He was ruthless and actually arranged his own son into the scout camp.

The Tatar cavalry suddenly launched a large-scale attack, and no one in ten scout camps survived. He Qifu had a great life and survived. After that, he went to the battlefield, killed many enemy soldiers, and was promoted to a low-level general with his military achievements.

More than a month ago, He Qi was stabbed on the battlefield and was seriously injured. He was carried into the wounded camp with blood. Medical Officer Cheng, known as the miracle doctor in the army, personally treated He Qi and rescued him, who was dying.

He Qi lay down for a month, and the knife wound on his back slowly healed. Now he can barely walk a few steps. However, if you want to recover, you will have to take care of it again, and you will have to take care of it for at least two more months.

He Qi was wearing an eye mask, but the scars on his face were not covered. His left face was intact, making his right face increasingly ugly and ferocious. Apart from the knife wounds behind him, there were no more scars of all sizes on his body, and he was silent in vicissitudes of life.

He slowly got up, supported it with the wooden stick in his hand, and walked slowly. Within a moment, a fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. However, he still did not stop.

The second young master He who was furious in the past, had been practicing in the harsh battlefield for more than half a year and had become a different person.

...

The curtain of the tent was lifted up, and a tall young man walked in and held a bowl of hot soup in his hand: "Second brother, I've taken the medicine."

He Qi stopped and turned slightly: "Thank you, brother."

This young man was He Dalang who led his personal soldiers to reinforce with the reinforcements.

He Qi was arrogant and never took the gentle and mediocre cousin seriously in the past. Now after the changes, He Qi's enthusiasm has long been smoothed out. He also admired He Dalang, who volunteered to come to the border.

After He Dalang arrived at the border army, he went to the battlefield with Duke Ping twice. When he got free, he came to accompany the injured He Zhi.

The brothers had a mediocre relationship in the past, but they have been much closer recently.

He Dalang brought the medicine into the tent with the medicine and said with a smile: "Brothers, why do you do such polite words?" As he said, he sent the medicine over.

He Qi took the medicine and drank it slowly.

The decoction is very bitter, but you must not miss it to cure the injury.

"How is the injury on your back?" He Dalang asked with concern: "Is it still so painful that I can't sleep?"

He Zhi replied in a low voice: "It's much better."

He Dalang smiled and praised: "Doctor Cheng is really a magical medical skill. The deep and long knife wounds behind you, he used a thin needle to sew neatly."

"Yes, if it weren't for the military doctor Cheng, I'm afraid my life would be unsuccessful." When talking about Cheng Wang, He Zhi was full of gratitude.

He was seriously injured that day and he was bleeding profusely. Many soldiers in the army who were seriously injured were unable to be treated and died of blood.

He also felt that he would definitely die at that time. It was Cheng Wang who snatched his life back from the King of Hell.

"Doctor Cheng is not an outsider either." He Dalang whispered: "When the third brother and sister pass the door, we will have to change our words when we meet Dr. Cheng."

Cheng Jinrong is He Qi's fiancée and their future younger siblings. Cheng Wang is Cheng Jinrong's biological father and their in-laws elder.

He Qi smiled and nodded, with a trace of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

When talking about Cheng Jinrong, I couldn't help but think of He Qi...

He Dalang only felt complicated without knowing He Zhi's feelings, and said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng's medical skills are excellent, and his future third brother and sister are even more outstanding. Now he is on duty by the emperor, and his popularity is better than Du Tidian."

"On the Holy Family, even the third brother is not as good as her."

He Qi came back to his senses and whispered: "I am in the border army and I have also heard of the great reputation of the Imperial Doctor."

He is famous as an imperial physician in a woman. Cheng Jinrong is unique and unparalleled in the world!

The two brothers were whispering, and a personal soldier came hurriedly: "Second Young Master, I have sent my family letter to the capital."

This was the personal soldier who left Beijing with He Zhi at that time, and he still called him the former name.

A happy look flashed in the congratulations, and took the letter from home, and couldn't wait to disassemble it.

Since he arrived at the border army, He Qi's life has been upside down. He gritted his teeth and struggled until today. The ones he was most concerned about were Wei and the children in her belly.

It is quite inconvenient to send letters in the army. It is lucky to have the opportunity to write two letters in a year.

Fortunately, he still has a certain identity.

Duke Ping sent personal soldiers to send letters to his family every month, and he could communicate with Wei at all times. However, he did not dare to tell Wei about his injuries, so as not to worry too much and get angry...

He Qi opened the letter and looked at a few lines. His expression changed. His right hand holding the letter kept trembling.

He Dalang knew something was wrong and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

He Qi seemed to have not heard of it, so he read it alone. It was not until he finished reading the letter that his trembling right hand slowly returned to its steady state. His pale face also turned bloody.

"Brother," He Qi raised his head, his eyes flashed with water: "White heard about my injury and had a premature birth after having a fetal aura."

What?

He Dalang was shocked and blurted out: "Second brother and sister are fine!"

"Fortunately, my third brother asked Doctor Cheng to leave the palace in time and went to the mansion." He Qi's eyes turned red and his voice was choked: "Doctor Cheng took the child with a caesarean section for Wei, and the mother and son of Wei are safe."

Fortunately, He Qi ignored the past.

Fortunately, Cheng Jinrong went to He Mansion.
Chapter completed!