The sky gradually brightened.
The treated warrior calmly slept, with bandages on his leg. After taking the elixir, his complexion gradually became rosy, and his breathing was steady and strong, obviously out of danger.
"Mr. Song!" Feng Jian excitedly grasped Song Xiaodong's hands.
"Thanks to Mr. Song!" Feng Jian's eyes were unexpectedly a bit moist.
Despite Feng Jian's bad temper, he was very attached to his soldiers.
"Captain Feng, there's no need for this. My medical skills can't be used all the time. Everyone still needs to be cautious. There are too many wounded, and I can't save them all." Song Xiaodong didn't hold a grudge against Feng Jian's earlier remarks.
In the morning, Feng Jian started arranging people to clean the battlefield and was extremely surprised that nearly all fifteen people were killed by Song Xiaodong alone.
"Mr. Song, I was rude earlier. I hope you won't mind." Feng Jian said with a somewhat unnatural smile to Song Xiaodong.
