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The night fell, and moonlight seeped through the seams of the military tent, casting mottled shadows. Xiao Yan stood alone in a corner of the tent, contemplating battle strategies at the well-lit desk. However, his gaze involuntarily drifted to the other side of the tent, where Zhao Qinglan, dressed in Confucian robes, lay peacefully.
" Zhi Wei, how do you view today's battle situation?" Xiao Yan suddenly asked, his tone calm but carrying a hint of eeriness.
Zhi Wei slowly raised her head, her gaze sharp. "Young master, although the battle went smoothly today, the generals of Northern Wei are clearly not simple. Especially the injury of young master Zhao Qinglan is indeed worrying."
"Yes, Zhao Qinglan's injury..." Xiao Yan fell silent for a moment, a hint of doubt in his expression as if it turned into solidified air.
"Reporting to the commander, the military doctor is ready. Should we proceed with treating Lord Zhao Qinglan immediately?" A voice of a guard was heard at the entrance of the military account.
Xiao Yan paused for a moment before saying, "Please military doctor come in."
The military doctor walked in with steady steps, his eyebrows and beard all white, holding a small wooden box. He bowed in respect and then stood to the side, waiting.
At this moment, Zhao Qinglan is lying in another corner of the military account, her face slightly pale. She is tightly gripping a short sword in her hand, with a scabbard carved with a flying dragon, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.
Xiao Yan stands up and walks to Zhao Qinglan's side, asking in a deep voice, "Lan Di, can I have the military doctor examine you?"
Zhao Qinglan shook her head somewhat reluctantly: " Brother Xiao, there's no need. I have my own medicine, and Beyue will take care of me."
"This wound is not to be taken lightly. It must be treated promptly," Xiao Yan said, looking at her pale face with even greater determination.
Zhao Qinglan glanced at him, smiled, but the smile was filled with bitterness: "Who says men can't act coy? I don't want to cause you trouble."
"You are an important military commander in my army, how could you be a trouble." Xiao Yan said with a hint of emotion in his tone.
Beyue walked over at this moment, holding a medicine box. Although dressed as a woman, there was a vigilant look in his eyes.
"Since that's the case, let Beyue do the bandaging first, and then military doctor can check the injuries later," Zhao Qinglan said tentatively.
Xiao Yan glanced thoughtfully at Beyue and nodded, "Alright, let's do it this way."
Zhao Qinglan looked at Xiao Yan and the imperial physician, and it seemed like neither of them had any intention of leaving.
"Ah, I'm a shy person. Xiao Yan brother, military doctor, could you leave the tent for a moment?"
Although Xiao Yan and military doctor felt puzzled, they didn't doubt him and left the tent in the camp.
Beyue quickly walked to Chao Qinglan's side and gently bandaged her wound. Zhao Qinglan bit her lip, enduring the pain, and kept her eyes tightly focused ahead.
After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Beyue stood up, went out to call Xiao Yan and the military doctor in. Then she stepped aside herself.
Xiao Yan pushed open the tent, and at that moment, walked in. His gaze immediately fell on Zhao Qinglan, and seeing that the wound had been properly bandaged, he felt a little relieved.
"Military doctor, please proceed with the final pulse check," Xiao Yan said at last.
military doctor stepped forward, unwrapping the thick silk covering to reveal a row of neatly arranged medical instruments. He picked up a small silver needle, carefully sterilized it in the firelight, and gently pricked Chao Qinglan's pulse. His brow furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed.
"Physician, how is Zhao Qinglan's condition?" Xiao Yan asked, his expression serious.
"The wound did not reach the internal organs, and the blood flow is relatively stable. With a few more days of care, there should be no major issues," said the imperial physician as he put the silver needle back into its case and carefully sealed it.
Xiao Yan had a glint of relief in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a hint of worry. "Lan Di, you brought the medicine, right?"
Zhao Qinglan furrowed her brows, then smiled, "Yes, Beyue has already prepared it for me. But thank you for your concern, military doctor. I will carefully follow the prescription."
military doctor bowed with a smile and left.
Xiao Yan walked up to Zhao Qinglan and gazed at her strong but injured face. "Do you know, when I saw you getting hurt, I completely fell apart. I even forgot that I was on the battlefield myself."
Zhao Qinglan gave a faint bitter smile. "What you're saying, that's not the reaction a Manly man should have, is it?"
Xiao Yan took a deep breath, "Sometimes, even every Manly man has their own vulnerabilities."
Xiao Yan continued, with a hint of admiration and concern in his eyes. "Lan, I know you have extraordinary intelligence and courage, but this war cannot be solved by one person alone. Your life is more important to me than anything else."
Zhao Qinglan felt a warm feeling in her heart and gently said, "I understand, but you should also know that no matter what happens, I will take good care of myself. I won't do anything that I'm not sure about."
Xiao Yan gazed at him, as if trying to see through the secrets in his heart, "Younger Brother Zhao, you always understand me so well. Sometimes I even think, if only you were a woman."
Zhao Qinglan almost fainted, feeling that the current situation was getting more and more out of control. It seemed like this was not the outcome he wanted.
He thought about how he originally was Zhang Yi, a man from a distant future. If Xiao Yan really found out that he was a woman, that would be it! So he quickly said, "Brother Xiao Yan, you're joking. I am a genuine man." After saying that, he immediately pretended that his wound was hurting.
"I was just kidding, Younger Brother Zhao. You should rest well, I won't disturb you anymore," Xiao Yan left the tent.
"Thanks to Lord Xiao's lifesaving grace, my injuries are not too serious. Don't worry, I will recover soon," Zhao Qinglan replied, but a barely noticeable sense of gratitude flashed in his eyes.
Xiao Yan smiled and said, "I have to thank you. You risked your life to save me."
Then continued, "Resting is important, but don't let your injuries affect your morale and fighting spirit."
Zhao Qinglan With a faint smile, "Don't worry, I still have a lot of things to do, I won't easily fall down."
Chao Qinglan tightly closed her emerald green eyes, her face showing a hint of paleness. Wrapped in a thin veil, she felt the medicine slowly seeping into her body through her skin.
Beyue looked at Chao Qinglan's condition, her eyes revealing a trace of worry. She gently picked up a porcelain bottle placed on the table, containing precious elixirs. Carefully opening the bottle, she handed one of the elixirs to Qinglan to swallow.
" Beyue, are you sure Xiao Yan didn't notice anything?" Chao Qinglan suddenly broke the silence in the room with a hint of nervousness in her tone.
Beyue paused for a moment, then slowly replied, "Miss, rest assured, Xiao Yan seems to only care about the treatment of the wound and your physical condition, without asking much else."
"Phew, that's good." Hearing Beyue's response, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Chao Qinglan's mouth, revealing a hint of ambiguity. However, beneath that smile, there was a tumultuous sea of emotions.
"Well, even if he finds out that I am transgender, it shouldn't cause too much of a problem. But if he were to discover that I am actually an archaeologist from a distant time and space, who should have been male, then everything would become even more complicated and difficult to explain," Chao Qinglan silently calculated in his heart.
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