Song Qinghan got more and more depressed at the thought of that, as if the next moment Wu Dahu emerge and announce their divorce heartlessly.

It would be more acceptable to be announced with the news of divorce. The most negative side and the heartbroken scenario would be that a drafted divorce announcement was awaiting him at home.

By the time he had finished his morning duty and muddled off to find Shuluo, a news even more shocking was waiting for him.

Wu Dahu was sent to be the frontline as a leader again! And this time he was assigned to follow up a victory with hot pursuit and completely defeat the barbarians away!

He had little insight when it came to fighting battles, so it was hard for him to judge whether this order from the Commander General was right or wrong. But along with that fact, he also knew that those fierce Northern minorities weren’t that kind of weak as they imagined.

Well, to be honest, the last victory was in fact a hard-to-earn one because the troops set off in well preparation, furthermore, the Northern minorities were caught unprepared in the combat. That was why they could be able to get that victory so smoothly. But how about this time?

He had got no recent news that the troops were to take any action. And even if they did, it was impossible for those Northern minorities not preparing themself in an all round way since it had been a long time.

And to view this whole decision in a critical way, probably those enemies were staying in their spot and waiting for the arrival of the troops as their strategy. After all, they had got wise mastermind by their side.

Noticing that Song Qinghan was rather pale in the face being on the verge of collapse, Shuluo hurried to support him by the arms and lead him to have a seat aside. And then he rushed out and got the head of the doctor group here, urging him to take a pulse for Song Qinghan.

The head of the doctor group frowned tight there taking the pulse, while his expression on the face grew more and more serious, and then he turned to look at Song Qinghan, saying in a deep voice, “Don’t suffer yourself with overloading worries. Your pulse is kind of weak and it might post a threat to the child in your belly!”

He knew that Song Qinghan was also a doctor, so there was a stereotype in his mind that Song Qinghan definitely knew how the bad emotion ‘post a threat’ to the baby he carried. In that case he did not bother to explain further but stared at Song Qinghan in peace, as if to wait for the answer.

Song Qinghan had already come back to his senses when the head of the doctor group was taking his pulse. And after hearing the diagnosis, he finally sighed with a big relief.

Sure enough, he just worried too much. He had got bunch of scenarios already in his mind before things happened, well, wasn’t it an overloading burden for his mentality?

He pursed his lips and whispered, “Probably it is because I got so many things to deal with recently, which got me a little bit dizzy in the head. So I just…”

“Hey,” Shuluo sounded, and then reached out to pat Song Qinghan on the shoulder, encouraging, “Probably we’ll die tomorrow, so what are you in fact worried about? Since we’re all enrolled here, we can’t escape anyway… Why don’t we just stay as chilled as we can?”

Catching that the head of the doctor group was right glaring at him, Shuluo retrieved his hand, and then scratched himself in the head. Words failed him to talk further.

Beyond the two’s expectations, instead of being even more depressed on face, Song Qinghan suddenly burst into laughter.

Yeah, what was he actually worried about? It still remained an uncertain thing no matter whether Wu Dahu had to take full charge of the combat, and that whether Wu Dahu had had an eye on Jiayi or not.

To view it in a more unpleasant point, he should be fully prepared for the upcoming possible death he might face. So, he’d better be focus on the more realistic matter than worrying about those uncertain things.

Thinking of this, he stood up and put the package he brought into Shuluo’s hands. Noticing the confusion on Shuluo’s face, he came to explain in extreme calmness, “Since I’ve got a weak pulse myself and it might post a threat to the baby, I can’t exert myself. But someone needs to do something with that stuff.”

Song Qinghan sank into silence after that. And it was Shuluo himself responding mournfully while covering his face with one palm and making sounds in complaint. He took over the package, and then sighed heavily while saying, “Well, what kind of matter is that? I just got rid of the wolf pack and now I am trapped in the nest of the tigers. I thought I was able to enjoy at least a short while of peace here! Come on, it should be my loss letting you guys discover my talent, dang it. I must be envied by the Buddha and he’s going to steal my talent from ME!”

Even though Shuluo was kind of a guy who tended to be fastidious in attitude making jokes all around, he was never a guy who would choose to be careless when he was assigned with a serious task. Song Qinghan was much confident about that and he delivered a wry smile.

Although the drug was insufficient and limited here, the head of the doctor group still succeeded producing an integrate set of drug combining all sorts of herbs, decocted them and then delivered to Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan smiled and turned to show his gratitude. Just as he finished drinking the medicine, he heard the bustling sound ringing outside.

For some reason, his heart skipped a beat and he quickly walked out. Noticing that all the soldiers coming back were putting on with a face of grievance and wrath, he couldn’t help approaching and asking, “What’s wrong?”

It was the first time for those soldiers to see Song Qinghan in this place, and they even showed greater impatience on their faces when they noticed that Song Qinghan was wearing a logistic uniform. One of them waved his hand, and then responded impatiently, “We’re defeated. Those barbarians had prepared a trap waiting for us!”

Hearing these words, Song Qing Han’s heart thudded, realising that his previous fears were not unfounded. He followed the man who gave him the response, and then lingered around while asking, “How about Lord Wu? How about the troop you stay? Are they alright?”

The man was completely irritated by Song Qinghan’s questions in a row, while the impatience in him suddenly burst. And he roared in a deep voice, “They died, all of them died! Are you happy now?”

When Shuluo heard the commotion, he walked out of the tent and saw Song Qinghan standing dumbly in place, looking like he had been struck by lightning, his heart tightened and he hurriedly approached to support him by the shoulders, asking urgently, “What’s wrong with you? Don’t get your pulse unsteady again…”

Song Qinghan pushed him away, with his face remaining pale but calm, and at the same time his eyes were sharp and bright.

“I’ve got something need to handle with, pass me the scalpel.”

Shuluo would never believe that Song Qinghan was totally fine with that pale look. But he got no idea to persuade Song Qinghan further since Song Qinghan was rather assertive, and then he took out one of the scalpels in the package, delivered it carefully in Song Qinghan’s hands while whispering patiently, “It’s kind of a knife in extreme sharpness, you’d better not use it randomly. Or you can tell me everything if you have a conflict with someone, I’ve got thousand ideas to make him suffer and exasperate in this world without leaving trace…”

Shuluo was just like a chatterbox as usual, but Song Qinghan just left without giving him any response as if he had no interest at all to listen to his lame joke.

His back, somewhat, showed and exposed a firm determination to do something in a strong will.

Shuluo could clearly feel that something was wrong with Song Qinghan, but he couldn’t tell in a preciser way. He wanted to ask someone to take care of Song Qinghan in the very beginning, but now it was the time the injured soldiers flocking and surging, he didn’t have any redundant labor to make that real. And he himself who had been unofficially taught by Song Qinghan in treating injured people was already an indispensable strength in such a perilous moment.

Song Qinghan grasped the scalpel tightly in his hand. He knew that his future life was on this scalpel while his mind was currently blank as a paper sheet, and he could feel nothing with temperature in his hands now but the handle of the scalpel in endless coldness.

The direction he left was not somewhere else, it was the stable. And he was not looking for someone else but Susan.

Susan was currently being occupied taking care of the horses which just came back from the combat, while Little Shitou was lying peacefully in his arms.

Even though his leg injury had not completely healed, he was never limp when he was walking. Well, it should be his fortune that the leader of the stable no longer had a chance to bother, and at the same time it seemed that everyone else who worked in here was happier on their duties. Some of them even showed their willingness to lend Susan a hand, so as to get a chance to tease Little Shitou.

Susan caught a glimpse of Song Qinghan at the corner of his eyes, and then he came to ask out of surprise, “You arrive so early today. You’re not busy currently over there?”

Song Qinghan took a glance at Little Shitou who was lying in the arms of Susan and trying to grab something in the air towards Song Qinghan. Hesitation suddenly surged in him, and at the moment he was about to say something, Little Shitou suddenly broke in babbling, “Femi Daddy, where Daddy?”