flstandardbreds Chapter 917 Don’t Be Sad
Chapter 917 Don’t Be Sad
Lu Yangyang has lost count of how many seriously injured people she has treated. She dares not relax for a moment, only grateful that she still has the ability to save their lives. As long as she perseveres a little longer, she can save one more life.
Lu Yangyang was finally able to calm down a little after Wen Yu brought Rong Xin over.
When Zong Que was about to head north, he had already sent Rong Xin out of the capital in advance, originally wanting her to stay away from all the trouble. However, he did not expect that she would eventually choose to come to the battlefield in the north again.
Twenty years ago, before she married the emperor, she, like Lu Yangyang, tried to use her advanced surgical skills to improve the backward medical environment of the military camp. Unfortunately, her efforts were short-lived, and she was soon forced to leave. She then had no choice but to marry into the palace and put down her scalpel.
Twenty years later, she once again stepped into the battlefield in the North to complete the unfinished business she had left behind.
Rong Xin calmly picked up the scalpel, exchanged a glance with Lu Yangyang, and then brushed past her without saying a word, yet they both understood each other's resolve.
It was already late at night when Lu Yangyang walked out of the room, which was lit by candlelight. She didn't go far, but walked to a pillar at the corner of the corridor, leaned against the pillar, and closed her eyes.
She was so tired that she didn't have the energy to think; she just wanted to doze off quickly so she could continue rescuing people.
They desperately need doctors, more and more professional doctors, to save seriously wounded soldiers in such circumstances.
There is still a very long way to go on this road ahead.
Lu Yangyang quickly fell asleep, her head tilting downwards involuntarily. A hand reached out and steadily supported her cheek, a cloak wrapped around her body, and Zong Que put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.
Lu Yangyang closed her eyes and gently snuggled against him, "A-Que?"
"Mmm," Zong Que responded softly, sat down against the wall, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her waist tightly.
Warmth quickly enveloped Lu Yangyang, who comfortably shifted her position, burying her head in Zong Que's arms, grasping his fingers tightly, and saying indistinctly, "A Que, don't be sad."
Zong Que gently kissed her forehead, listened to her deep breathing as she fell asleep, and looked up at the night sky.
"In this vast land, life knows no race, but one's stance is destined to be irreconcilable. I only hope that the blood shed in Qinzhou today can bring peace to this land for the next hundred years."
When Lu Yangyang woke up, it was already dawn. She was leaning against the corner of the room, still wrapped in Zong Que's cloak, but Zong Que had already left.
Lu Yangyang ran her fingers over the cloak that still retained warmth. Ever since she left the capital that year, every parting had been a life-or-death separation, and every reunion a narrow escape.
Lu Yangyang turned her head to look at the brightening sky outside the window, a slight smile playing on her lips.
But it seems she likes him a little more now.
Lu Yangyang patted her cheeks to clear her mind, grabbed her slightly messy hair, tied it with a hair tie, and turned around to continue rescuing people.
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The situation in Qinzhou did not stabilize completely for three days. The main force of the Northern Yan army was annihilated in Qinzhou. Upon receiving the news at Fengming Mountain, Nalan Xiong immediately led his army to withdraw from Fengming Mountain. The Yan army under Huyan Jun was unwilling to accept defeat and wanted to counterattack, but they were defeated by Huo Lin and fled Fengming Mountain in a sorry state. Huo Lin took the opportunity to reclaim Yizhou.
Zong Que joined forces with General Cheng and led an army of 400,000 men straight toward Yanjing.