Chapter 228: Duel

This sentence temporarily brought Zhao Yan back to his senses; he gripped his long sword, his body trembling uncontrollably with anger.

Chi Nan Yi sneered, the voice landing clearly in Zhao Yan's ears; recalling his brother's tragic state, he could no longer restrain himself, pushed through the crowd, brandished his long sword, and lunged at Chi Nan Yi.

Everyone's hearts sank; that male favorite was so frail that it was obvious he knew no martial arts, how could he match Deputy General Zhao?

This single thrust could end her life.

In fact, the camp was not lacking martial artists superior to Zhao Yan; they were not unable to intervene, they simply had no intention of stopping.

The Prince's lifelong glory could never be ruined by this male favorite's hand.

Just when everyone thought they would die beneath Zhao Yan's sword, their body slipped to the side, deftly evading the long sword.

The sword thrust into empty air, the blade changed direction and swept horizontally to the side.

The long sword, trailing faint sword qi, Chi Nan Yi arched backward, lifted her toe, and kicked at Zhao Yan's wrist.

It seemed to exert no force, yet a crisp crack rang out.

Everyone's hearts sank again.

The sound seemed to have come from Deputy General Zhao's body.

The long sword fell; Zhao Yan clutched his wrist, his face flushing red.

At that moment, the scene was even quieter than before.

"Just one round, and Deputy General Zhao had his wrist snapped by a kick?"

"This…"

"You're lying!"

"Did Deputy General Zhao slip up?"

Chi Nan Yi stared at him coldly, and stepped forward slowly.

"You… what are you doing?"

Zhao Yan's voice was no longer as defiant as earlier; Zhao Yan knows the level of one's own cultivation—having one's wrist taken in a single encounter shows that their skill surpasses Zhao Yan's, and that seemingly light footfall carried power only Zhao Yan could comprehend.

Chi Nan Yi extended a hand, clasped it around Zhao Yan's wrist, and using hidden force, before Zhao Yan could react, she had already reclaimed his wrist.

"You… you can practice medicine?"

"Obviously." Chi Nan Yi wiped her hand: "Now can you tell me where that brother of yours who was about to die is?"

"You can heal?"

"Why are you so verbose? According to Mo Junyan's temperament, someone like you should have already been kicked aside by him."

Mo… Mo Junyan?

This person actually dared to address the Prince by name!

"This is a military camp; you cannot…"

Chi Nan Yi frowned, truly weary of these dull-witted people, and simply took out the token Mo Junyan had previously given her.

The crowd, seeing this, first gasped in shock, then hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Salutations, Prince."

Chi Nan Yi looked at the effect and nodded.

The effect was quite good; had I known a single token could solve the matter, why waste so much effort?

"May I now be taken there?"

"Yes."

Having seen the token, how could they still say anything?

Zhao Yan led the way; after a short while they arrived at the wounded camp, where several soldiers lay, and the entire space was suffused with the stench of blood and rotting flesh.

Walking past the wounded, and seeing their injuries, Chi Nan Yi's heart sank, as if she saw her own self from a past life.

In the deepest part of the wounded camp, the army doctor was anxiously circling a person.

"It's over, it's over; most likely we can't save him."

His words reached Zhao Yan's ears; Zhao Yan hurried forward, grabbed the doctor's collar, and shouted, "What did you say? Say it again!"

The doctor sighed, "Deputy General Zhao, I know you're distressed, but I truly have no method; right now his intake is low, output high, pulse as thin as a filament, he cannot live."

Zhao Yan staggered, and at that moment turned, his gaze earnest as he looked at Chi Nan Yi: "May I…"

"Step aside."

Before he could finish, Chi Nan Yi had already moved past him, standing before Zhao Shuai.

Zhao Shuai's injuries were indeed severe: two perforating wounds in his abdomen, his intestines about to spill out, countless slash wounds all over his body, flesh and blood flying, a terrifying sight.

Chi Nan Yi placed her finger on his pulse; indeed, as the doctor said, his qi was like a filament; if not treated soon, it would truly be beyond remedy.

She took out Spirit Spring Water and pills from her bosom and immediately poured them into him.

Seeing the familiar pills, the doctor's eyes lit up.

Those pills were exactly the same as the ones Yun Wei had delivered to the camp; who is she? How does she have these pills?

The pills and Spirit Spring Water just entered his stomach, and Zhao Shuai's pulse grew much stronger than before.

Chi Nan Yi took out a dozen bottles of Spirit Spring Water from her bosom and poured them over his wounds.

Just as they were about to ask what that was, Zhao Shuai's wounds miraculously stopped bleeding, the reddened swell began to wilt, showing signs of beginning to heal.

This… how could this be possible?

Could they be seeing things?

The doctor's eyes were almost glued to the porcelain bottle holding Spirit Spring Water.

How does this differ from a miraculous elixir?

With this, no matter how many wounded on the battlefield, there would be no need to worry.

He checked Zhao Shuai's pulse again; it had already steadied.

Such a thing that requires no effort at all, Chi Nan Yi wouldn't take it to heart.

The reason I saved him is only because he is a soldier under Mo Junyan; besides, it's also that wooden token—where exactly did it come from?

Mo Junyan just said this token belongs to the Western Region Royal Family; if that's true, could there be some connection between that Western Region Royal Family and the spy planted in the Chi Family?

She may not care, but how could others remain calm?

This is not just a divine medicine, it's a—no! countless lives!

"He will wake up before dawn tomorrow."

Having said that, Chi Nan Yi turned around and prepared to leave.

Just then, the military doctor stepped forward, smiling and saying: "Sir, you are……"

When her identity was mentioned, including Deputy General Zhao, everyone's faces flashed with obvious discomfort.

She is the Prince's male favorite—who dares say that?

If this were to reach the Prince's ears, one would really not want to keep their own little life.

Zhao Yan turned his face away, clearly not wanting to speak.

Chi Nan Yi said lightly: "Southern First."

"Southern First?" the military doctor exclaimed: "You are…… the Southern First Young Master?"

"It's me."

Southern First Young Master……

Everyone heard it clearly; in the next instant, they all wished they could slap themselves.

Isn't the Southern First Young Master the Divine Doctor who provides them with medicine?

How…… how could he be a "cut sleeve"?

Although they were unwilling to believe it, looking at Chi Nan Yi's gaze, they no longer dared to show the slightest contempt.

The military doctor's eyes brightened further, laughing as he said: "I didn't know the Divine Doctor's esteemed presence; I failed to welcome you from afar."

Chi Nan Yi waved a hand: "Such pompous words, better not say them."

"Yes yes yes." The military doctor rubbed his hands, gave an embarrassed chuckle: "I don't know, could you still give me a few of those pills?"

"What are you doing here?"

Just then, a low voice sounded from the doorway; Yun Shui pushed Mo Junyan, appearing outside the wounded soldiers' camp.