Wei and Jin Cooks

   After receiving Zhao Hanzhang's letter, Ji Yuan, Zhao Ming and others immediately dispatched troops from various places, and then brought the remaining 40,000 soldiers and horses in the camp to Ji Yuan, and went out to meet Zhao Hanzhang in three ways.

  Ji Yuan brought 10,000 soldiers. He had already met Wang Zang before. Knowing that Zhao Hanzhang and Gou Xi had not completely torn apart his face, he breathed a long sigh of relief, but he hurried over.

   The two of them met on the way, and both of them looked relieved. Ji Yuan saw his lord's face was haggard and his eyes were dark.

   "In the car."

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

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

   Zhao Hanzhang went to a Chinese medicine doctor to see his prescription, but she really didn't know much about Chinese medicine, so she started wasting food after turning around in a hurry.

   She and the cook asked for a lot of steamed buns to make them moldy so that they could extract penicillin.

  It's a pity that it's cold at the moment, the steamed buns have no taste after a day, and there is no sign of mold.

   Zhao Hanzhang was about to die of worry.

  Fu Tinghan woke up occasionally and heard Fu An say, "Ms. Zhao was stunned because of Lang Jun's illness. She went to the kitchen to ask for some steamed buns, put them in a clean urn, and said she wanted to make you a blind medicine."

  Fu An said: "Lang Jun, get well soon, or I think Lady Zhao is going crazy."

  Fu Tinghan tried to stay awake when Zhao Hanzhang came to see him, and said to her, "It's so cold now, it might take a long time for you to wait for penicillium on the steamed bread."

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "I have asked people to find them everywhere. Penicillium from other foods is also fine."

  Fu Tinghan smiled and said, "In this world, who would have leftover food that could grow mold?"

   Also, even if it is a rich family, if you can’t finish it by yourself, then there are servants, and there are tenants in addition to the servants. Anyway, there will be no moldy food.

   So Zhao Hanzhang has been committed to making it himself.

  Fu Tinghan said in a low voice, "You can create a humid and hot environment for it to make it moldy faster."

   Zhao Hanzhang's eyes lit up, and then he felt a little guilt, "It's all at this time, and I made you worry about these things."

   "I didn't bother much, anyway, I couldn't sleep because of the pain, just talking."

That said, but Fu Tinghan's medicine has a sleeping effect, and the medicine seems to be very effective on Fu Tinghan, so he just said a few words to teach Zhao Hanzhang how to create a hot and humid environment for the steamed buns, and he fell asleep again. .

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

  Fu Tinghan's sleepiness subsided a little, and after thinking about it seriously, he said, "If it was Qiu Wu and Fu An, I would be anxious, but I shouldn't turn around, expose my back, and take the risk to rescue."

   "If it's Erlang, I should save him."

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

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

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

  Fu Tinghan gave a soft "um".

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at him fixedly, and after a long silence he said, "Have you ever thought that I'm not worthy of your liking."

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's worth it or not," Fu Tinghan raised his eyes to look at her, "I like you, just like you, I don't think my liking for you can't be measured by its worthiness, because I don't want to How are you, but what I want to do for you."

   "If one day I don't like you, it's not that you're not worth it, but I've changed my mind. It's my problem, not yours."

   Zhao Hanzhang stared at him blankly, and asked after a while, "Then when will you not like me?"

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

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

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

   Zhao Hanzhang heard it, this is not a love story, but a declarative sentence.

   She also got 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 stretched out his hand to hold his hand and squeezed it so hard that he even felt pain, "You also said that in this world, only we are the same, you will feel lonely, and so will I!"

  Fu Tinghan shook her hand back, ignoring the pain in the back shoulder, he gave her a gentle smile, "Don't worry, I will survive."

   I don't know if his strong will to survive played a role, or if the medicine prescribed by the military doctor finally took effect, Fu Tinghan, who had been having an intermittent high fever, finally stabilized, and the wound began to improve.

  The military doctor breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Hanzhang attached great importance to Fu Tinghan. He was really afraid that Fu Tinghan would have an accident and Zhao Hanzhang would do other things.

  The military doctor changed Fu Tinghan's medicine, got up and said with a smile: "The wound is about to heal, Dalang-Jun continues to avoid taking medicine, and it will be scabbed in at most ten days."

   It was already the third day that they had returned to Chen County.

  Fu Tinghan was able to walk on the ground, but in order not to rub the wound, he rarely went out.

   Just before he put on his coat, Fu An ran over, "Lang Jun, the medicine the lady made for you has finally developed penicillium."

  Fu Tinghan paused while putting on his clothes, and asked, "A lot?"

   "It's quite a lot," Fu An was puzzled, "just how do you use that moldy steamed bun? Do you want to eat it?"

  Fu An said with a horrified expression: "Lang-jun is fine, will he just eat the steamed bun..."

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

   He picked up the clothes to put on, but Fu An hurriedly reached out to take them, carefully putting on his clothes, and asked, "If you don't eat, how can you make medicine?"

  Fu Tinghan asked, "Have you made what you asked a craftsman to do two days ago?"

  Fu An: "Liu Lifang is in Shangcai, I guess the letter will be delivered to Shangcai at this time, how can it be so fast?"

  There are no transparent glass products and tools such as measuring cups that can be operated naturally, but it will be a little troublesome.

   But Fu Tinghan was not afraid of trouble, he brought Fu An and went to see the moldy steamed bun.