Wu Jingyi arrived at the Northern Frontier Pass at the beginning of May, looking at the medical supplies that filled the warehouse, the border leaders and military doctors all breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Since last month, the Eighth Prince had reached some agreement with the Tartars, who surprisingly agreed to take the lead in several medium-scale battles, and there was also one large-scale battle.
During this period, there were quite a few injured soldiers.
Due to a lack of medicine, most of the wounded had to endure their injuries without proper treatment.
Now that the medicine had arrived, the soldiers could be saved.
When the leaders learned that the medical supplies were donated by the Yan Family, they all silently felt grateful in their hearts.
After arriving at the border, Wu Jingyi didn’t idle either, immediately meeting with the leaders to understand in detail the situation of the war, as per the emperor’s special orders before he left Beijing.
Even though information from the frontier was regularly sent to the capital, the written reports differed from what one could see with their own eyes, so Wu Jingyi inquired very carefully. Afterward, he, along with his trusted aides, went around inspecting various places.
While Wu Jingyi was busy, Wu Dingbo was also busy, occupied with inquiring about that Lord Xiao, wanting to know if the once despised youth of Beijing had become as formidable as his father had described.
After making inquiries, Wu Dingbo was filled with regret and disappointment.
Whenever people mentioned Lord Xiao, their faces showed reverence, signaling that he and Lord Xiao were no longer in the same league.
After running around for half a month, Wu Jingyi had gathered enough information regarding the emperor’s orders and thus prepared to return to Beijing.
"Father, we haven’t even seen that Lord Xiao," Wu Dingbo expressed his dissatisfaction with departing so quickly.
Wu Jingyi gave him a sidelong glance, "Do you think everyone is as idle as you? He’s busy on a mission, where would he find time to pay attention to you?"
Wu Dingbo huffed, "It’s one thing not to pay attention to me, but isn’t it a bit much for him not to meet even you, Father?"
Wu Jingyi didn’t respond; he had met with Xiu Xiangchen, who didn’t say it outright but hinted that Xiao Yeyang had taken the Yan brothers, Wentao and Wenkai, into the two cities seized by the Eighth Prince.
It would be surprising if they could meet them at such a time.
Before leaving, Wu Jingyi shared a meal with the leaders.
Midway through the meal, a soldier rushed in frantically, knelt before Chui Gang upon entering, and with tearful eyes said, "Commander, General Kou’s condition is critical, please save him."
Chui Gang stood up abruptly, anxiously saying, "Didn’t the military doctor take the medicine for treatment? How could it have become critical? Quick, take me to see."
With that, he strode out of the military tent.
Without a second thought, Wu Jingyi followed along with the other leaders.
Soon, the group arrived at General Kou’s tent.
Seeing the grievously ill Kou, burning with an unrelenting fever and fighting for his life, all the commanders showed faces of sorrow.
Chui Gang struggled to accept it: "How could this be? Kou Yaowu was in fine health, how could he not survive being wounded by a single knife?"
The military doctor spoke, "General Kou didn’t receive timely treatment after his injury, and the wound became severely infected. Despite using medicine, the wound has not healed, and now he has developed a high fever..."
At this point, the military doctor couldn’t continue.
Wu Jingyi’s brows were tightly furrowed; an infection from a wound leading to a high fever was almost irredeemable.
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