After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times-Chapter 887 - 873: Healing Wounds

Originally, Shi Hongtu and the others watching from the side immediately turned their heads away, not daring to look anymore. Fu Tinghan leaned in to look, noticed fingerprint marks on the wound, and realized that Wu Yongfu had used a lot of force in the end.

Some fabric was still stuck to the wound due to blood, so he carefully tore it open and saw the blood coming out again. His brows furrowed tightly, "This won’t do. You move around a lot, the wound is too large, and it will tear easily, making it very difficult to heal afterward."

Zhao Hanzhang thought for a moment and said, "Stitch it up."

Fu Tinghan agreed, but, "We don’t have a needle, and not even any thread."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded toward the group of refugees, prompting Fu Tinghan to immediately say, "Fu An, go borrow some needles and thread."

Fu An: ... What to do, I feel my toes are curling into the ground.

Fu Tinghan seemed to sense this and, empathizing with his own social anxiety, immediately said, "You could also buy them."

Zhao Hanzhang then asked him, "Do you have any money?"

Fu Tinghan remained silent, realizing he had forgotten that his purse was snatched and he hadn’t retrieved it.

Zhao Hanzhang chuckled softly, took a money pouch from her bosom, and tossed it to Fu An, "Go find A Wei to buy some, and while you’re at it, buy some food and, if there’s a water pouch, get one too. We urgently need water." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Fu An examined the unfamiliar money pouch in his hand. The pouch and handkerchiefs Zhao Hanzhang used were all prepared by Ting He, and this pouch looked just like something a rough man would use, not suited to their young lord.

Could it be, the lady stole this?

As if knowing what he was thinking, Zhao Hanzhang said, "Hurry up, it’s General Shi’s money pouch."

Mentioning General Shi reminded Zhao Hanzhang, and she slightly straightened up to look at Shi Le, "Is General Shi still alive?"

Shi Le lay on the ground, stubbornly refusing to lose consciousness, feeling that if he did, his life might end here.

Sure enough, after Shi Hongtu and the others put him down, they ignored him. He persisted in letting out weak groans, which Shi Hongtu sitting beside his head must have heard, but he pretended not to, deliberately blocking Zhao Hanzhang’s view.

Shi Le made a mental note of this against him, and upon hearing Zhao Hanzhang’s question, he immediately gathered his strength and forcefully made a sound, finally attracting Zhao Hanzhang over.

Seeing he was still alive, Zhao Hanzhang wasn’t sure whether she felt fortunate or regretful, and turned to Shi Hongtu, "Give him some medicine."

Shi Hongtu said, "My medicine bag fell off."

The Zhao Family Army officers above team leaders all carry a medicine bag with them, prepared for emergencies.

After all, thousands of troops are easy to come by, but a valuable general is hard to find.

Zhao Hanzhang also had one, of which she had already given half to Shi Le, and only half remained now.

She looked down at the near-death Shi Le, weighed her own injuries, and sighed as she handed her medicine bottle to Shi Hongtu, "Give him the medicine."

Shi Le watched the whole scene, deeply moved, his spirits lifted somewhat. He propped up half his body and spoke to Zhao Hanzhang, "Governor Zhao’s kindness, I will never forget."

Zhao Hanzhang smiled at him, "You are now my subordinate general; it is my duty to ensure your safety."

Zhao Hanzhang sat next to the fire, contemplating. Without medicine, there’s only one way to stop the bleeding now.

She cleared her dry, itchy throat, pulled out her short knife, glanced at Shi Hongtu and the others, and finally focused on Fu Tinghan, "Could you lend a hand?"

Fu Tinghan glanced at her, rummaged in his sleeve, and pulled out an inner pocket, taking out his share of the medicine bag.

Zhao Hanzhang was surprised, "Wasn’t it stolen?"

Fu Tinghan said, "It’s always kept in an inner pocket; they didn’t search me."

Zhao Hanzhang was relieved, "Thankfully, thankfully, no need to cauterize the wound."

With relief, Zhao Hanzhang felt hunger pangs in her belly, just as locusts flew toward the firelight, fluttering their wings and landing by the fire, some even flying directly into it.

Zhao Hanzhang swiftly pressed down on one locust trying to escape from the fire edge, twisted off its head and wings, then tossed it on the fire’s edge to roast;

She peeled one, then caught another.

Many locusts fell nearby, attracted by the light, flying from the grass and ground towards the bright flame, so others with fires were also busily chasing away the locusts.

Zhao Hanzhang found them bothersome too, so each one that appeared, she would twist off its head and wings, then toss it onto the fire to roast, lining up ten in a row in no time.

Shi Le was helped to sit up. Shi Hongtu treated his ribs wound not-so-gently, mainly removing the clothes stuck together and cleaning out dirt.

Facing Zhao Hanzhang, he saw her pick up a locust, smell it, then tear it apart and directly eat it.

Shi Le slightly widened his eyes. Zhao Hanzhang not only ate one herself but also handed one to Fu Tinghan, "It’s really fragrant, just lacks salt."

Fu Tinghan took it, tore it open, and cautiously tasted a bite.

Zhao Hanzhang continued peeling them and chewing them with a crunching sound. One locust flew past her eye into the fire and rolled around trying to escape, but Zhao Hanzhang nimbly caught it, smoothly twisted off its head and wings, and placed it neatly by the fire.

When A Wei and Fu An arrived, they saw her eating locusts, catching locusts, twisting heads, removing wings, and performing these actions, momentarily freezing in place.

Seeing another roasted locust, Zhao Hanzhang was about to peel it carefully when she saw A Wei and Fu An return and her eyes lit up, "You’re back? Did you get water and needles and thread?"

Fu An snapped back to reality, holding a water pouch and a set of needles and thread, "Got them."

A Wei had two bamboo tubes filled with water in his arms, "Mr. Gongsun found a water source nearby, but there were too many people. Our family just fetched some. Here’s the leftover water; see if it’s enough. If not, I can borrow more from others."

Fu Tinghan took the bamboo tubes, "Thank you, this is plenty. Mainly wanted to borrow containers from you; we can fetch the water ourselves."

The young man glanced at him, "There are lots of people fetching water, and sir, being weak, might not be able to squeeze in." Then he puffed out his chest.

Fu Tinghan smiled and nodded, "Please do help us."

The young man: ... even less pleased.

Fu An also borrowed a pot and several bowls specially for boiling and holding water.

Boiling the water allows use by both Zhao Hanzhang and Shi Le.

Fu Tinghan poured out two bowls of boiling water and then tossed the needles into the pot to boil.

He took out a small roll of linen from his medicine bag, cut a small piece, dipped it in water, and cleaned Zhao Hanzhang’s wound.

The young man watched as Fu Tinghan directly pulled down her clothes, exposing her shoulder, frowned momentarily, and turned his head aside. After a while, he couldn’t resist glancing around, and saw Shi Le staring at Zhao Hanzhang unblinkingly, becoming instantly angry, "You’re being so rude, don’t you know not to look at what’s improper?"