A soldier soon entered and bowed. "Great General, what are your orders?"
"Bring more people and transport these medicines to the infirmary." Feng Xiyan commanded, his voice full of energy.
Before the soldier could leave, Yan Bingyang said, "Great General, we must treat your wounds first. Please sit and remove your upper garments."
Without waiting for Feng Xiyan's response, he opened several boxes, pulling out gauze, surgical tools, a first aid kit, antibiotics, and alcohol swabs.
Looking at Feng Xiyan, he said, "Great General, please undress."
Feng Xiyan nodded, then sat down and took off his clothes.
After he undressed, Yan Bingyang carefully unwrapped Feng Xiyan's bandages.
Meanwhile, Bai Hanyun watched through the antique mirror. When she saw the deep, long wounds covering Feng Xiyan's body, she sucked in a sharp breath.
'How did he survive those injuries? No wonder he looks pale and weak… To be able to stand and move around after being hurt this badly—this Feng Xiyan must have a very strong will and physique.'
Fifteen minutes later, Yan Bingyang finished applying medicine and rebandaged Feng Xiyan's wounds.
He then handed some antipyretic and antibiotic pills to Feng Xiyan and said, "According to the instructions, you need to take these to reduce your fever and prevent infection."
Feng Xiyan had been running a persistent fever for days and was nearing his limit. Listening to Yan Bingyang's words, he took the pills and swallowed them with a cup of water.
Yan Bingyang then packed up the first aid kit and said, "Great General, I must go treat the others. I will return later to check on your wounds and fever."
Feng Xiyan nodded. "Thank you, Physician Yan."
After Yan Bingyang and the soldiers left with the medicines, fatigue overtook Feng Xiyan. He walked to his bed and fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.
Seeing this, Bai Hanyun tapped the mirror twice and returned it to the display cabinet. Checking the time, she realized it was lunchtime and ordered some takeout.
Recalling the wounds on Feng Xiyan's body, her fingers paused for a moment. After a moment of thought, she added a few more dishes and a serving of nutritious porridge to her order.
While Feng Xiyan was resting and Bai Hanyun was having lunch, Yan Bingyang and the apprentice physicians were busy in the infirmary.
Walking into the tent, he immediately ordered the apprentice physicians to clean the injured soldiers' wounds with alcohol swabs and rebandage them.
Seeing that there were finally medical supplies, one of the injured soldiers asked, "Physician Yan, did the imperial court finally send us supplies?"
Yan Bingyang didn't answer right away. After checking his pulse, he replied, "These medical supplies aren't from the imperial court. They were a blessing from Heaven."
Hearing this, the excitement and joy in the patients' eyes quickly dimmed.
Noticing their devastated expressions, one of the apprentice physicians spoke up. "The imperial court and the Emperor may have forsaken us, but Heaven has blessed our Great General and sent Fairy Bai. I believe with Heaven supporting the Feng Army, we will survive this predicament."
His words echoed through the spacious tent, stunning everyone into silence.
After a long silence, the injured soldiers' expressions changed.
One of them pushed his injured body upright and said, "That's right. We still have Heaven's protection."
With those words, the heavy atmosphere inside the tent lifted. The other injured soldiers exchanged looks and saw hope inside each other's eyes.
"Our Great General is blessed by Heaven. As long as we follow him, we will also receive Heaven's blessing!"
"That's right! We will survive this war!"
Watching the injured soldiers regain their fighting spirit, Yan Bingyang and the apprentice physicians were overjoyed.
Medicine was important for recovery. But what was even more important was the will to live.
With the soldiers' spirits revived, Yan Bingyang ordered, "Speed up the treatment and distribute the medicine. We must save everyone!"
"Yes, Physician Yan!" The apprentice physicians replied in unison and continued treating the patients with renewed determination.
While the situation in Xiqiang City was improving, the same couldn't be said for the Yuezhi Tribe.
In the command tent, the supreme general of the Yuezhi Tribe, Kai Mu, sat on the main seat, frowning at the map spread across the long table.
Seated below the main seat on the left and right were his trusted aides and generals.
After a long silence, Kai Mu looked away from the map and said, "It's been eight months since we forced Feng Xiyan to retreat into Xiqiang City and sealed all the routes. Without food and water, they should have starved to death by now. But until today, he is still alive and kicking."
He paused for a moment, his frown deepening. "Not right. There is something we are missing."
Upon hearing this, his military advisor considered for a moment and then said, "Supreme General, is there no word from our spies?"
Kai Mu shook his head and explained, "Although we have besieged Xiqiang City from the outside, Feng Xiyan has also blocked us from the inside. The last report said he was heavily injured in battle six days ago. After that, all contact with the spies was lost."
Clenching his teeth, he added bitterly, "Feng Xiyan must have discovered them and dealt with them."
At his words, the military advisor frowned thoughtfully. After a moment of thought, he suggested, "Supreme General, how about launching a surprise attack on Xiqiang City tonight?"
Kai Mu raised a brow at his words and asked, "Do you have a plan?"