Wei and Jin cooks

After Ji Yuan, Zhao Ming and others received Zhao Hanzhang's letter, they immediately sent people to mobilize troops from various places, and then gave Ji Yuan all the more than 40,000 soldiers and horses remaining in the camp, and divided them into three groups to meet Zhao Hanzhang.

Ji Yuan led 10,000 troops and had already met Wang Zhen in front of him. Knowing that Zhao Hanzhang had not completely broken up with Gou Xi, he breathed a long sigh of relief, but he still hurried over.

The two of them met on the way, both of them looking very relieved. Ji Yuan saw his lord's face was haggard and his eyes were black, so he rushed to greet him and asked distressedly: "Girl, where is the eldest husband?"

"In the car."

Fu Tinghan woke up for a while, but soon fell asleep again. His wound was large and his condition was not very good.

Military doctors are accustomed to this kind of thing. Many soldiers were alive when they went off to the battlefield, but died after being treated. Most of them died from the deterioration of their wounds.

Zhao Hanzhang went to a Chinese medicine doctor to read his prescription, but she really didn't understand Chinese medicine, so she was so anxious that she started to waste food.

She and the cook ordered a lot of steamed buns, hoping to make them moldy so they could extract penicillin.

Unfortunately, it's cold now, and the steamed buns have no flavor after being stored for a day, and there is no sign of mold at all.

Zhao Hanzhang looked almost worried to death.

Fu Tinghan woke up occasionally and heard Fu An say, "Miss Zhao was so obsessed with her husband's illness that she went to the kitchen and asked for some steamed buns. She put them in a clean jar and said she wanted to make some medicine for you."

Fu An said: "Mr. Lang, please get well soon, otherwise I think Miss Zhao will go crazy."

Fu Tinghan tried to stay awake when Zhao Hanzhang came to see him, and said to her: "The weather is so cold now. It will take a long time for you to wait for penicillium to grow on the steamed buns."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "I have asked people to look for it everywhere. Penicillium from other foods can also be used."

Fu Tinghan laughed and said: "In this world, who has leftover food that can grow mold?"

Also, even if it's a wealthy family and they can't finish the food themselves, they still have servants. Besides the servants, there are also tenants. Anyway, there won't be moldy food.

So Zhao Hanzhang has been committed to making it himself.

Fu Tinghan whispered: "You can create a hot and humid environment for it to make it moldy faster."

Zhao Hanzhang's eyes lit up, and then he felt a little guilty, "At this time, I still make you worry about these things."

"It doesn't take much effort. Anyway, I'm in too much pain and can't sleep. I'm just talking."

That's what he said, but Fu Tinghan's medicine had a sleeping effect, and it seemed to be very effective on Fu Tinghan. After saying a few words and teaching Zhao Hanzhang how to create a hot and humid environment for the steamed buns, he fell asleep again. .

Zhao Hanzhang stared blankly at his thin and pale face, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "At that time... did you know that it was very dangerous to expose your back to the enemy? You almost died. , is this because you like me, or would other people do the same thing?"

Fu Tinghan lost some sleepiness, thought about it carefully and said, "If it were Qiu Wu and Fu An, I would be anxious, but I probably wouldn't turn around, expose my back, and take risks to save them."

"If it was Erlang, I would probably save him."

Zhao Hanzhang: "Because I have a deeper relationship with him?"

Fu Tinghan smiled and nodded slightly, saying, "It's also because of you."

Zhao Hanzhang was stunned for a while and then asked, "Do you like me that much?"

Fu Tinghan said softly "Yeah".

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him steadily and said after a long silence: "Have you ever thought that I am not worthy of your love?"

"Whether it's worth it or not is not up to you," Fu Tinghan raised his eyes to look at her, "I like you, I just like you. I don't think my love for you can be measured by whether it's worth it, because I don't want to How about you, but what I want to do for you.”

"If one day I don't like you, it's not that you are not worthy anymore, but that I have changed my mind. This is my problem, not yours."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him blankly and asked after a while: "Then when will you stop liking me?"

Fu Tinghan also thought about it seriously, then shook his head and said: "That day probably won't come. I have liked you for fourteen years, and I have been separated for several years. I have not changed my mind. It will be harder to change my mind in the future."

"Moreover," Fu Tinghan looked at her and said, "In this world, you are the only one who is the same as me, but different. If you die, I will really be alone in this world."

"I am like a rootless weed here. Without you, I probably won't be able to live alone," Fu Tinghan said bluntly: "You are the reason for my existence in this world."

Zhao Hanzhang heard that these were not love words, but just declarative sentences.

She also became serious, looked at him with a serious face and said: "I will work hard to live, and you must also work hard to live!"

Zhao Hanzhang reached out and held his hand, giving him a firm squeeze that even made him feel the pain, "You also said that in this world, we are the only ones who are the same. You will feel lonely, and so will I!"

Fu Tinghan shook her hand back, ignoring the pain in his back shoulder. He smiled gently at her, "Don't worry, I will survive."

I don't know if it was his strong will to live that played a role, or the medicine prescribed by the military doctor finally took effect. Fu Tinghan, who had been suffering from high fever intermittently, finally stabilized and his wounds began to improve.

The military doctor breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Hanzhang attached great importance to Fu Tinghan. He was really afraid that if something happened to Fu Tinghan, Zhao Hanzhang would do something else.

The military doctor changed the medicine for Fu Tinghan, stood up and said with a smile: "The wound is almost healed. If Da Langjun continues to avoid taking medicine, scabs will form in ten days at most."

It was already their third day back in Chen County.

Fu Tinghan can already walk, but in order not to rub the wound, he rarely goes out.

As soon as he put on his middle coat, Fu An came running over, "Mr. Lang, the medicine the girl made for you finally turned out to be penicillium."

Fu Tinghan paused while putting on clothes and asked: "Is it much?"

"There's quite a lot," Fu An was puzzled, "But what are you going to do with those moldy steamed buns? Do you want to eat them, Mr. Lang?"

Fu An said with a horrified look on his face: "Lang Jun is fine, will he eat that steamed bun..."

Fu Tinghan glanced at him and said, "What are you thinking about? That's not food."

He picked up his clothes and was about to put them on. Fu An hurriedly reached out and took them. While carefully putting the clothes on for him, he asked, "If you don't want to eat, how can you make medicine?"

Fu Tinghan asked: "Have you finished what I asked you to find a craftsman to make two days ago?"

Fu An: "Liu Lifang is in Shangcai. I'm guessing I'll just send it to Shangcai now. How can it be so fast?"

It can still be done without transparent glass products, measuring cups and other tools, but it will be more troublesome.

But Fu Tinghan was not afraid of trouble. He took Fu An and went to see the vat of moldy steamed buns.

See you tomorrow