Murong Yin frowned as he looked at Meng Xiangbei, who was defending the young doctor in front of him. He then examined the two men's clasped hands with a look of doubt in his eyes.
He hadn't spent much time with Meng Xiangbei, and had never even met him before. At most, when he learned that Jiaojiao liked Meng Xiangbei, he would secretly take his servant to spy on him, wanting to see what was so admirable about him.
And now, having just met for the first time, this person seems to be aloof and doesn't like interacting with people, yet he's defending the young doctor in front of him.
He glanced at Qiao Qingjun again and had to admit that he was an extremely handsome young man. Could it be that Meng Xiangbei had feelings for this young doctor...?
Murong Yin's expression was not very good.
"Ah Qing, are you alright?" Meng Xiangbei ignored Murong Yin and turned to ask Qiao Qingjun.
Qiao Qingjun felt a warm glow in his heart. He gazed greedily at the person in front of him, suppressing the urge to throw himself into their arms: "I'm fine. I'd like to treat General Qian."
"Okay." Meng Xiangbei didn't stop him, but whispered in his ear, "After you're cured, we'll settle the score properly."
Qiao Qingjun paused for a moment, understood the meaning behind Meng Xiangbei's words, and revealed a pitiful and longing expression.
Thinking of his husband's old ways of settling accounts, Qiao Qingjun inexplicably felt a pain in his buttocks and a soreness in his back.
Withdrawing his lingering gaze, Qiao Qingjun devoted himself entirely to treating Qian Zheng.
He used the medical techniques for treating external injuries from the surgical book that Meng Xiangbei had given him, along with a special wooden medicine box containing many bottles and jars, needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, and knives of different sizes and thicknesses.
"What are you going to do?" Someone shouted as Qiao Qingjun was about to touch Qian Zheng's leg with a knife that had been sterilized with strong liquor.
“Scrape off the rotten flesh on his legs,” Qiao Qingjun replied.
"This won't do." Everyone, including the doctors, stared wide-eyed.
“If you don’t scrape it off, it will get infected and won’t be cured,” Qiao Qingjun explained patiently, always gentle in nature.
"What is infection? How can you cut off this flesh? Wouldn't that be excruciatingly painful!" Not only the generals who had no medical experience, but even the imperial physicians and doctors were shocked, their eyes filled with doubt.
Meng Xiangbei could understand that in this era, medical technology was extremely backward. For example, if you were shot in the chest with an arrow, you would basically only be able to wait to die. If you were slashed in the chest, you would also die if you did not have good wound medicine to stop the bleeding in time. And those who were injured in the legs or arms mostly ended up losing their legs or arms.
Surgery was essentially nonexistent in this era.
"If you're unwilling and don't believe it, then don't cure him." Seeing their increasingly strong opposition, Meng Xiangbei's face grew darker and darker. He pulled Qiao Qingjun to his side and was about to drag him out.
He naturally hoped that Qian Zheng could be saved, but he was unwilling for Qiao Qingjun to receive such treatment in return.
The previously noisy sounds in the camp instantly fell silent.
"Wait." Seeing that Qiao Qingjun was about to be dragged out of the camp by Meng Xiangbei, Murong Yin spoke up to stop him.
"Young doctor, how confident are you?"
Meng Xiangbei frowned, his face dark as he looked at Murong Yin.
Qiao Qingjun knew that his husband was about to get angry, so he quickly tugged at his sleeve.
Meng Xiangbei managed to calm down a bit.
Qiao Qingjun looked at Murong Yin: "Qing will do everything in my power to heal him."
Murong Yin remained silent for a moment, then, perhaps with a "nothing to lose" mentality, said, "In that case, I'll leave it to you."
Those around him tried to stop him, but were silenced by Murong Yin's sharp, warning gaze.
With everyone silent, Qiao Qingjun didn't delay any longer and immediately went forward to treat Qian Zheng.
The unprecedented treatment methods he used greatly shocked everyone, except Meng Xiangbei.
Meng Xiangbei's gaze remained fixed on the busy, slender figure in front of him.
Compared to more than half a year ago, the boy has become much thinner, but fortunately his spirits are still good. He has probably experienced more things and has lost some of his childishness and gained more composure, especially during his medical treatment.
His face was tense, his expression serious, and he was completely focused, as if all the people and sounds around him did not exist.
Before Meng Xiangbei joined the army, he spent most of his time practicing martial arts at home. Even when he had free time, he would take the father and son shopping. He rarely went to the pharmacy and never saw Qiao Qingjun treating patients.
now……
Seeing Qiao Qingjun's serious expression, Meng Xiangbei's heart skipped a beat.
"Alright, rest well from now on and don't let the wounds get wet. I'll prescribe some more medicine." After treating Qian Zheng's leg and back injuries, Qiao Qingjun bandaged them up.
Qiao Qingjun then gave some more detailed instructions on other things that needed attention, such as that Qian Zheng might have a fever tonight, and the imperial physicians who stayed behind needed to pay close attention.
A royal physician, somewhat skeptical, stepped forward to take Qian Zheng's pulse.
Although Qian Zheng's pulse was still weak, it had stabilized.
Everyone was stunned, and it opened a new door in the medical field. It turned out that this method could be used to treat external injuries.
This method is more effective and better for patients.
The group of imperial physicians and doctors who had just been scoffing at Qiao Qingjun now looked at him with new respect, their eyes sparkling as if they were looking at a treasure. They all surrounded Qiao Qingjun, asking him questions about the techniques for treating external injuries.
Qiao Qingjun has always been passionate about medicine and has a natural affinity for doctors who heal the sick and save lives. He didn't take their mockery and distrust to heart and patiently answered their questions one by one.
While everyone was delighted, they also felt that Qiao Qingjun was a broad-minded person. Most doctors would keep their "unique family-inherited" medical skills to themselves, but this young doctor actually took the initiative to tell him.
People had a much better impression of Qiao Qingjun, the young doctor.
However, they also noticed that Qiao Qingjun seemed to lack some verbal expression skills. The doctors were all sharp-eyed and immediately saw his problem, but no one mentioned it or mocked him for it.
Meng Xiangbei looked at Qiao Qingjun, who was surrounded by a crowd, and felt extremely frustrated.
Seeing that they were discussing medical techniques endlessly, Meng Xiangbei stepped forward and pulled him out without regard for anything else.
"Young general, what are you doing? Why are you taking Doctor Qiao away?"
"That's right, you're not injured either."
"..."
Meng Xiangbei gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Aqing is my wife!"
Everyone: !?
Qiao Qingjun didn't expect Meng Xiangbei to admit it in public and even get angry. His hand was held by Meng Xiangbei's big hand, and his cheeks were burning with embarrassment.
When everyone looked over, Qiao Qingjun nodded slightly, his cheeks burning even hotter.
So, as the doctors were about to speak again, Qiao Qingjun was still taken away by Meng Xiangbei.
Meng Xiangbei took him directly to a secluded and quiet place where there was no one else.
Meng Xiangbei stopped walking and turned around, about to say something, when the boy rushed into his arms like a bird returning to its nest, hugging his strong waist with both hands.
"My love, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..." He repeatedly expressed his longing, and couldn't help but sob, like a pitiful little animal that had suffered a great injustice.
Meng Xiangbei raised his head and looked into his reddened and misty peach blossom eyes. The deep, unforgettable longing that had been buried there collapsed at this moment.
He lowered his head and kissed those rosy little lips fiercely.
He wrapped his arms tightly around the boy's slender, supple waist, almost as if he wanted to embed him into his own body.
The boy passively acknowledged his domineering and forceful nature, his body almost limp as water.
After a long while, their lips finally parted.
Meng Xiangbei gently traced the boy's swollen lips with his fingertip, then touched his forehead to his.
After both sides calmed down, Meng Xiangbei put on a serious face and began to interrogate: "Aqing, tell me, how did you end up here? Do you know where this is? Do you know how dangerous the battlefield is? One wrong move and you could easily lose your life."
The thought of Qiao Qingjun encountering various accidents and losing his life made Meng Xiangbei unable to suppress his anger, especially since the boy was simple-minded and not mentally sound.
Qiao Qingjun bit his lower lip, startled by Meng Xiangbei's stern face.
He tried hard to suppress his grievances and not let his tears fall.
"Aqing is worried about you and misses you, husband. An ge'er and master are also worried about you and misses you."
Qiao Qingjun stammered as he explained that they missed Meng Xiangbei so much and were so worried about him that he came to the military camp only after his master and An Ge'er agreed.
“…An ge’er had a nightmare, dreaming that husband’s hands and legs were gone. He was very sad, and Aqing was also sad. Here…” He pulled Meng Xiangbei’s hand and placed it on his chest: “Here, it hurts too.”
"And, husband, your face..."
Qiao Qingjun touched Meng Xiangbei's left cheek, where there was a very obvious scar that ruined the man's originally handsome appearance.
"It was just an accidental scratch, it's nothing," Meng Xiangbei reassured him.
Qiao Qingjun pressed his lips tightly together, tears streaming down his face.
Meng Xiangbei feigned anger: "What, am I not pretty enough? Does Aqing dislike me?"
Qiao Qingjun's eyes widened slightly, and he hurriedly shook his head.
"Whether my husband is handsome or not, I love him anyway. Please don't be angry, don't be mean to me."
Meng Xiangbei sighed. He hadn't originally planned to be harsh with Qiao Qingjun, but seeing the boy's expression, he couldn't bring himself to say a single harsh word.
He pulled the boy into his arms again, saying with a mixture of helplessness and affection, "You always leave me helpless. Oh well, what can I do when I love you so much?"
love!?
Qiao Qingjun nestled against Meng Xiangbei's chest, his ears particularly sharp as he caught the word: "My husband said he loves me."
Okay, I'm so happy.
At this moment, Qiao Qingjun felt no pity or grievances, only warmth.
Meng Xiangbei then asked about family matters, focusing on An ge'er and Imperial Physician Liu.
Speaking of these two, Qiao Qingjun's emotions rose again, and he recounted in detail what happened after Meng Xiangbei left.
For example, An ge'er's health is getting better and better, and he often talks about when his father will come back.
For example, what is the situation at the pharmacy, and what progress has his medical skills made?
For example, he would go to the temple with An ge'er to burn incense and pray for blessings, and he would regularly go to the teahouse to listen to Mr. Mu tell stories.
"...Now the people in Shuilu City really enjoy Mr. Mu telling the stories of the two soldiers surnamed Meng and Yang. He says that these two are brave and resourceful, and are rare talents among generals."
Qiao Qingjun imitated Mr. Mu's speech in a very convincing manner.
Qiao Qingjun hugged Meng Xiangbei's arm: "Aqing knows, that person must be my husband."
Meng Xiangbei smiled and pinched his nose: "Yes, you're the most clever one."
-
Qiao Qingjun stayed in the military camp because of his extraordinary medical skills. Every day, in addition to treating wounded soldiers, he spent the rest of his time discussing medical techniques with the doctors.
Qian Zheng regained consciousness the next day. He had thought he was doomed to die, but he never expected to wake up.
However, he also knew that with his current physical condition, he was no longer able to go to the battlefield.
"General Qian, I volunteer to lead the army to attack the Jiang Kingdom." Meng Xiangbei volunteered.
Yang Huaizhong, who was standing next to him, echoed his sentiment.
Qian Zheng had actually been waiting for the arrival of the two legendary soldiers, initially clinging to a sliver of hope, but the reality brought him an even greater surprise.
Putting everything else aside, Meng Xiangbei's martial arts skills alone are superior to his.
He then tested the two men's strategies and found that they were indeed both brave and resourceful.
"In that case, I will appoint you, Meng Xiangbei, as my deputy general, with Yang Huaizhong assisting you. Lead the army to attack the Jiang Kingdom and drive those ambitious Jiang soldiers out of our Great Sui Dynasty."
"This subordinate obeys the order."
The deeds of Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong had already spread throughout the Sui Dynasty army. Because they saved General Qian and the Third Prince on the battlefield, and Meng Xiangbei also wounded Jiang Sheng, the soldiers admired and respected the two of them.
The Sui Dynasty soldiers were immediately excited when they learned that the two men would lead them to attack the Jiang Kingdom.
"Attack the Jiang Kingdom and drive out the Sui Dynasty!"
With the Sui Dynasty generals united and their morale high, led by Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong, they began to attack the Jiang Kingdom.
The only people the Jiang Kingdom relied on besides Crown Prince Jiang Sheng were the Imperial Advisor who accompanied them and was skilled in making poison.
Jiang Sheng was injured and his martial arts skills were no match for Meng Xiangbei. Every time he faced Meng Xiangbei, he struggled greatly and almost lost his life several times.
His several lieutenants were also killed by Yang Huaizhong and Murong Yin.
The soldiers of the Jiang Kingdom were originally stronger than the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty, but the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty were united at this time, and they lost their morale because of the defeat of their own crown prince.
It took the Jiang Kingdom two months to conquer two cities of the Sui Dynasty.
Meng Xiangbei and others responded to them in just one month.
The good news spread throughout the entire Sui Dynasty.
Every citizen of the Sui Dynasty beamed with joy.
Meng Xiangbei and his men did not stop there and continued their attack on the Jiang Kingdom.
However, this time the Crown Prince of Jiang Kingdom resorted to a treacherous scheme.
They used the poison created by the imperial advisor and sent spies to poison the enemy. In the end, it was Qiao Qingjun who led a group of military doctors to develop the antidote.
When the Third Prince was shot by a poisoned arrow and was on the verge of death, it was they who did their best to save him.
Another year passed, and Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong led the Sui Dynasty army to conquer eight cities of the Jiang Kingdom.
Two months ago, when Jiang Sheng was shot in the neck by Meng Xiangbei and died, the Jiang Kingdom soldiers were already in retreat.
It was at this time that the ruler of the Jiang Kingdom finally could not hold on any longer and sent a special envoy to negotiate peace. The emperor of the Sui Dynasty agreed, which meant that the war that had lasted for almost two years was finally over.
The army returned to the capital in triumph.
Meng Xiangbei finally had time to be with Qiao Qingjun.
Murong Yin looked at the couple's affectionate smiles and felt a pang of envy in his eyes.
He knew a year ago that Meng Xiangbei and Qiao Qingjun were husband and wife, that they loved each other and had only each other in their eyes and hearts.
He remembered that when he first thought about Qian Jiaojiao and Meng Xiangbei, he made a point of asking them about it.
Ask Meng Xiangbei how he made Qian Jiaojiao fall in love with him, and ask him why he didn't want Qian Jiaojiao.
He remembered that this was how Meng Xiangbei answered back then.
"My contact with Miss Qian was at the request of my mother, Lady Zhongyuan. However, the only person I love is Aqing, and Aqing has also given birth to my child. I will never let them down in this life."
"As for Miss Qian, she has feelings for me, but I think what she really wants is not necessarily me. What she wants is a husband who is devoted to her and whose heart and soul belong only to her. In other words, a lifelong, monogamous relationship."
Murong Yin was immediately stunned.
The words "one life, one love, one partner" kept echoing in his ears.
In that instant, he suddenly realized that this was the reason why Qian Jiaojiao was unwilling to accept him.
Because he would have concubines and wives, and would have children with other women, Qian Jiaojiao would not be with him no matter how much she liked him.
But isn't it normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines?
Especially as a prince, he had never heard of any royal or noble man marrying only one woman.
Murong Yin's worldview was greatly shaken, and he remained silent for a long time.
On the way back to the capital in triumph, he was constantly lost in thought.
When he was almost in the capital, he finally understood and made up his mind. His previously melancholy eyes regained their luster.
He made up his mind. He loved Qian Jiaojiao and he wanted to give her a promise of a lifetime of love and companionship.
-
This great battle made Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong, who were previously unknown, famous. Meng Xiangbei, in particular, became the new generation of war god of the Sui Dynasty after Qian Zheng.
Qiao Qingjun, with his medical skills, became known as a miracle doctor among soldiers and civilians.
Upon arriving in the capital, Qian Zheng led his troops to pay homage to the emperor.
The emperor was overjoyed and immediately appointed Meng Xiangbei as the second-rank Zhenbei General, Yang Huaizhong as the third-rank Anyuan General, and the third prince Murong Yin as the crown prince because of his military achievements and his virtue and talent.
Qiao Qingjun and other military doctors also received rewards, especially Qiao Qingjun, who was bestowed with a plaque by the Emperor himself.
The emperor originally wanted him to be the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, but Qiao Qingjun refused.
The emperor originally wanted to reward Qian Zheng, but Qian Zheng said that he was too old, so he resigned from his post and handed over his military power.
The emperor handed over military power to Meng Xiangbei, and the emperor conferred the title of Duke upon Qian Zheng.
-
"What did you say? That little bastard went to join the army and was even appointed as a second-rank General of the Northern Garrison by the Emperor."
Upon hearing the news, Madam Meng at the Marquis of Zhongyuan's residence was so shocked that she collapsed into a chair.
The old woman next to her was holding a baby who was about one year old.
That was the second son that Lady Meng gave birth to that year, and the second child she had swindled from Marquis Zhongyuan.
Author's Note: This story will end tomorrow, yay! Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2020-03-06 17:36:40 and 2020-03-07 17:38:33!
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