PFC Chapter 267 Drain You Dry
Chapter 267 Drain You Dry
Now, an enemy nation has invaded, attempting to trample our homeland and harm our loved ones. To protect all of this, to ensure our families can continue to live in peace, we will never back down! Even if we fight to the last soldier, we will let the enemy know that the capital is not to be violated!
Ye Jiuchen's words were like a blazing torch, instantly igniting the soldiers' passion and fighting spirit. The soldiers were filled with fervor, their eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. They shouted in unison, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Their deafening cries seemed to pierce the clouds and shake the heavens and earth.
As the enemy army surged towards the city, their dense ranks forming a black ocean that completely surrounded the capital. Ye Jiuchen showed no fear; he charged ahead, leading the charge like a sharp blade, the first to plunge into the enemy ranks. In an instant, the battlefield erupted in deafening battle cries and splattered blood. The clang of swords clashing, the roars of soldiers, and the screams of the wounded mingled together, creating a scene of tragic grandeur.
Just as the battle reached a stalemate, with both sides locked in a fierce and evenly matched struggle, a surprise force appeared out of nowhere, suddenly attacking from behind the enemy lines. This was an ambush meticulously arranged by Ye Jiuchen before the battle. They swiftly charged into the enemy ranks like ghosts, disrupting their formation and throwing the enemy into disarray, unable to coordinate their attacks. Led by Ye Jiuchen, the soldiers of the capital pressed their advantage, fighting bravely and routing the enemy forces, who scattered like birds and beasts.
The crisis in the capital was finally averted, and Ye Jiuchen once again became a hero in the hearts of the people. His figure was incredibly tall in their eyes, like a deity protecting all living beings. But Ye Jiuchen knew that peace was hard-won, and beneath this seemingly calm surface, countless crises and challenges might still be lurking. He constantly reminded himself, and those around him, that they must remain vigilant at all times, without the slightest slackening. Only in this way could they protect the peace of this land and ensure that the people of the capital could forever live a happy and fulfilling life.
In this breathtaking battle, Ye Jiuchen turned the tide and successfully relieved the crisis in the capital, naturally becoming a hero revered by the people. However, the cruelty of war, like a ferocious beast, mercilessly trampled across this land, leaving behind a scene of devastation and heavy casualties.
Throughout the capital, the streets and alleys echoed with groans of pain. Wounded soldiers and civilians lay scattered in every corner, some missing limbs, their wounds bleeding profusely, a gruesome sight; others were pale, barely breathing, their lives hanging by a thread. The city's clinics were overflowing, the doctors overwhelmed with work, barely able to keep up. Medicinal herbs were rapidly depleting, and the clinics' capacity to treat so many wounded was stretched thin, far from meeting the demand.
Witnessing these tragic scenes, Ye Jiuchen was filled with grief, and a look of worry appeared on his usually resolute face. After a moment's thought, he resolutely decided to summon renowned physicians from all over the land to the capital to offer assistance. The decree was quickly spread far and wide, and soon after, several famous physicians responded to the call, traveling day and night to reach the capital.
Among these renowned healers, a female physician named Su Yao stood out. Dressed in a simple white robe, her graceful figure exuded a cool and aloof air, like a fairy descended from heaven, untouched by worldly concerns. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, yet as if covered in frost, her expression indifferent, giving off an aura of unapproachability. However, her superb medical skills were undeniable and widely praised.
As everyone worked together to treat the wounded, they encountered an extremely difficult problem. Many soldiers' wounds had become infected and worsened for unknown reasons; the wounds were red, swollen, and ulcerated, emitting a nauseating stench. Conventional medications were ineffective, and the wounded's conditions continued to deteriorate, their lives hanging by a thread. The group gathered together, brows furrowed, racking their brains but finding no good solution.
Just then, Su Yao's clear, cold voice rang in everyone's ears: "I have heard of a rare herb that might solve this crisis. This herb is called Lingyou Grass, which grows in deep mountains and cliffs, and is extremely difficult to harvest." Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to her, their eyes filled with a glimmer of hope mixed with a hint of doubt. Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuchen did not hesitate at all. His deep eyes revealed a firm determination, and without saying a word, he decided to go and find Lingyou Grass himself.
Ye Jiuchen embarked on a difficult journey to find the medicinal herb. He traversed dense, secluded forests, where thorns tore at his clothes and stung his skin, yet he felt no pain. Steep peaks rose into the clouds, and the mountain paths were rugged and difficult to traverse. He used both hands and feet to climb step by step with great difficulty. When encountering howling winds, he clung tightly to the rocks beside him to avoid being swept off the cliff; when torrential rain poured down, making the mountain paths muddy and slippery, he nearly slipped and fell several times, but he never gave up. After overcoming countless hardships and dangers, he finally discovered the Spirit Herb, emitting a faint glow, atop a deep, misty cliff. He carefully picked the herb, his heart filled with hope for the recovery of the injured.
Ye Jiuchen rushed back to the capital with the Spirit Grass. Su Yao took the herbs and immediately began preparing a prescription to treat the wounded. Miraculously, after using the medicine, the wounds began to heal; the redness and swelling gradually subsided, the ulcers slowly healed, and the vital signs gradually stabilized. Through this experience, Ye Jiuchen and Su Yao cooperated even more seamlessly in treating the wounded. Ye Jiuchen was responsible for overall coordination and resource allocation, while Su Yao focused on medical treatment. In their glances, an unspoken understanding and trust seemed to emerge.
However, Ye Jiuchen, with his meticulous mind, was not immersed in the joy of the injured man's recovery. In his spare time, he repeatedly pondered the ins and outs of the herb incident, feeling that the matter was too suspicious. The location where the Spirit Nether Grass grew was extremely secluded, so how did Su Yao know about it? Moreover, the timing of this herb incident was too coincidental, as if someone had deliberately orchestrated it. All signs pointed to someone secretly manipulating everything, as if deliberately testing his abilities and resolve. Who could have planned such a meticulous scheme? A cold glint flashed in Ye Jiuchen's eyes; he resolved to investigate to the end and not let any suspicious detail slip by.
So, while Ye Jiuchen and Su Yao continued to devote themselves wholeheartedly to treating the wounded, they also discreetly investigated the truth behind it all. Life in the capital city seemed to have returned to normal on the surface, and the lives of the people were gradually returning to normal. However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, undercurrents were surging, and a new storm might be quietly brewing.