Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 434 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 29)

Emperor Si rushed into the tent and saw Ji Xiaosong leaning weakly against the headboard, her face as pale as paper.

Her slender fingers gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning bluish-white.

"Xiao Song!" He knelt on one knee before the bed, carefully taking her icy hand in his. "Who injured you like this? Was it a secret guard sent by the emperor?"

Ji Xiaosong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

She looked into Si Di's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with heartache and anger.

A thought flashed through her mind.

Maybe this is an opportunity.

"I...I don't remember..."

She shook her head weakly, her voice barely audible, "They blindfolded me...and said they would use me to threaten the general..."

Si Di slammed his fist on the bed, the wooden frame groaning under the weight.

"Just as I expected!" he gritted his teeth. "I knew the emperor would resort to such despicable tactics!"

Ji Xiaosong gently tugged at his sleeve: "Husband, don't be angry... I'm perfectly fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

"Military doctor!"

The Emperor roared outside the tent, his eyes turning bloodshot as he turned around.

He gently wiped the blood from his wife's lips, but his voice was as cold as ice: "Don't worry about recovering. I will make the emperor pay this debt a hundredfold."

Ji Xiaosong lowered her eyes, concealing the guilt in them.

She knew she shouldn't deceive the man who had given her everything, but if her immortal identity were exposed, it would not only bring divine punishment but also put the Emperor in even greater danger.

Besides, even the Emperor might not believe her.

“That cave…” she deliberately changed the subject, “When I stumbled in, I found it filled with grain…”

Emperor Si's expression softened slightly: "It must have been secretly hoarded by the border people. They've had enough of the court's exploitation over the years, so it's common for them to hide grain in secret."

He gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead. "You've done a great service this time, saving the lives of all the soldiers."

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the tent. The lieutenant whispered outside the door, "General, the scouts report that the Qingzhou garrison is reinforcing the city's defenses!"

Emperor Si's face darkened, and he was about to get up when Ji Xiaosong grabbed his hand.

Her eyes were filled with tears: "Husband, please be careful... me and the child..."

"Wait for me to come back." Si Di kissed her forehead, then turned around, reverting to his decisive and ruthless general demeanor. "Order the entire army to break camp immediately!"

Only after the footsteps faded into the distance did Ji Xiaosong finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

She gently stroked her pregnant belly and whispered, "Baby, Mommy didn't mean to lie to Daddy..."

*

On the day Emperor Si led his army on the expedition, light snow began to fall on the border.

Wrapped in a thick cloak, Ji Xiaosong stood outside the military camp gate, watching the iron cavalry disappear into the distance.

The cold wind whipped her long hair, revealing her pale face.

The baby in the womb kicked gently, as if bidding farewell to its father.

"Madam, it's windy outside, let's go back inside," the old military doctor advised worriedly.

Ji Xiaosong shook her head: "Wait a little longer."

She didn't look away until the last troop of cavalry disappeared into the snow, and when she turned around, her eyes were filled with determination.

She had to do something so that her trip wouldn't have been in vain.

*

Inside the wounded soldiers' camp, the air was thick with the stench of blood and the bitter smell of herbs.

Hundreds of wounded soldiers lay on makeshift straw mats, some groaning softly, others unconscious, and the most seriously injured had developed high fevers, flushed faces, and rapid breathing.

The old military doctor, Chen Bozheng, was bending down to change the dressing of a soldier with an abdominal injury. When the gauze was removed, the wound had already become infected, and yellowish-green pus mixed with blood was seeping out. The soldier gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he did not utter a sound.

"The wound is festering, I'm afraid it can't be saved." Uncle Chen sighed, then turned to his assistant and said, "Go get a saw, this leg has to be amputated."

Upon hearing this, the soldier grabbed Chen Bo's wrist tightly, his eyes filled with fear: "No...don't saw it! I...I can still fight..."

Uncle Chen shook his head: "If we don't saw it, he'll die."

Just as the assistant brought the tools, the tent flap was lifted, and a gust of cold wind carrying fine snow rushed in.

Ji Xiaosong, wearing a plain cloak and carrying a cloth bag, walked in slowly.

"Uncle Chen, let me take a look." Her voice was soft, but it left no room for refusal.

Uncle Chen was taken aback and quickly stopped her, saying, "Madam, this place is unclean, and you are pregnant; it's not advisable..."

Ji Xiaosong had already squatted down and was carefully examining the soldier's wounds.

Her fingertips gently brushed the edge of the festering sore, and a faint wisp of ethereal light flashed through her fingers, unnoticed by anyone.

“No need for amputation.” She looked up at Uncle Chen and said, “Although the wound is festering, it hasn’t damaged the bones or tendons. Try this.”

She took out a small celadon bottle from her cloth bag, poured out some pale green powder, and sprinkled it evenly on the wound.

The moment the powder touched the pus and blood, it emitted a faint "sizzling" sound, like ice and snow melting.

The soldier shuddered, then his eyes widened: "No...it doesn't hurt anymore?"

Uncle Chen was also astonished to see the wound receding at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"This..." Uncle Chen trembled as he took the medicine bottle. "Madam, what kind of miraculous medicine is this?"

Ji Xiaosong smiled slightly: "It's a family recipe that can remove necrotic tissue and promote tissue regeneration. After three days, new flesh will slowly grow out."

What she didn't say was that a drop of spiritual spring water was mixed into the powder. Although it was diluted a thousand times, it was still incredibly effective for injuries to mortals.

After treating this one, she got up and went to the next wounded soldier, a young archer whose right shoulder had been pierced by a spear. Although it was bandaged, blood was still seeping out, and his face was as pale as paper.

"The arrowhead is poisoned..." he whispered weakly, "Madam...am I...going to die...?"

Ji Xiaosong grasped his hand; it felt icy cold.

She subtly channeled a wisp of her immortal power into his body to protect his heart meridian, then said to Uncle Chen, "Bring me strong liquor, needle and thread, and clean strips of cloth."

Uncle Chen quickly instructed his assistant to prepare.

Ji Xiaosong washed the wound with strong liquor, and with a gentle press of her fingertip on the wound, a jet-black arrow was forced out!

She moved with lightning speed, threading the needle and stitching up the wound in the blink of an eye.

"Do not move for three days, the stitches can be removed in five days." She stuffed a pill into the archer's mouth. "Swallow it."

The pill melted instantly in his mouth, and the archer felt a warm current slide from his throat into his stomach, then spread to his limbs and bones, and his originally cold body gradually regained sensation!

"Thank you... thank you, Madam..." His eyes were red and his voice was choked with emotion.

Ji Xiaosong simply patted his arm lightly and continued walking toward the next injured patient.

The atmosphere inside the tent gradually changed.

The wounded soldiers' previously lifeless eyes rekindled with hope, and some whispered among themselves, "The lady is truly a miracle doctor..."

"I heard she studied under a traveling doctor and knows many secret remedies..."

"The general is truly blessed..."

Ji Xiaosong ignored him and focused on treating each wounded soldier.

Some only needed dressing changes, while others required bone setting. The most seriously injured had his ribs broken by a warhorse and was on the verge of death.

She placed her palm on the soldier's chest, and her divine power flowed like a gentle stream, slowly repairing his damaged internal organs.

To outsiders, she simply closed her eyes and concentrated, as if she were praying.

Half an hour later, the soldier actually opened his eyes, and his breathing became much more stable!

Uncle Chen knelt down with a thud: "Madam's medical skills are divine! In my thirty years of practicing medicine, I have never seen such miraculous healing techniques."

Ji Xiaosong quickly helped him up: "Uncle Chen, you're too kind. It was just a coincidence."

She looked around and raised her voice a few decibels, “You soldiers have shed blood for the border, and I have only done my part. Once you have recovered, the general will need you all to fight alongside him.”

Upon hearing this, the wounded soldiers struggled to get up and salute.

An old soldier with a missing left arm wept bitterly: "Don't worry, Madam! As long as I, Wang Tiezhu, have a breath left, I will follow the general to the very end!"

Others echoed his sentiments, greatly boosting morale.

Ji Xiaosong nodded with satisfaction, then turned to Uncle Chen and whispered, "Use the powder in the medicine bottle sparingly; only a sesame-seed-sized amount is needed each time. Also, tonight, make a bowl of Astragalus and Angelica soup for each wounded soldier; I've already prepared the herbs."

Uncle Chen repeatedly agreed and respectfully saw her out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the snow had stopped.

Ji Xiaosong breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly her legs gave way and she quickly grabbed the wooden pillar for support.

Saving too many people at once depleted her immortal energy, and the child in her womb began to stir restlessly.

"Baby, be good..." she whispered, gently stroking her belly, "Mommy's alright..."

Cheers came from afar. It turned out that the wounded soldiers who had been treated that day had asked the kitchen to make a flag with the four characters "Miracle Doctor's Wife" crookedly embroidered on it, which was being hung up on the camp gate with great joy.

Ji Xiaosong shook her head and chuckled, but a warm feeling appeared in her eyes.

The genuine love and respect of these simple and honest soldiers was more comforting to her than any magic pill.

She looked up at the gray sky.

The snow came suddenly, which was extremely unfavorable for the march.

She had to do something.