"General, you are wounded."
Xie Feifei ran over at this time, carrying a medicine chest.
The wind blew her temple locks of hair, her small face pale with worry, appearing like a delicate flower.
"You've arrived just in time, hurry and take a look at him, his abdominal wound is severe."
Yan Lian said urgently.
Everyone quickly carried Zhu Yinian to an adjacent tent.
Xie Feifei took out scissors and cut open Zhu Yinian's clothes, fully exposing the wound.
The wound was very deep, and fresh blood was seeping out.
"Brother Yinian, it must hurt a lot."
Xie Feifei's eyes reddened immediately, her voice tender with pain.
Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, Zhu Yinian's brow furrowed tight, and he hurriedly said, "Feifei, in the march and battle, who does not get injured? Don't worry."
"I'm going to clean your wound now, bear with it a little," Xie Feifei sobbed.
"You, you take good care of his wounds."
Yan Lian sighed and then walked out with Jian Yun.
