allonlinenovel Chapter 342: Miss Fang, be gentle, it hurts!
Chapter 342: Miss Fang, be gentle, it hurts!
She first gently wiped away the blood and dirt around the wound with a clean, damp cloth, then carefully applied herbs, and finally wrapped it up carefully with a clean bandage.
"Miss Fang, be gentle, it hurts..." The wounded soldier couldn't help but whisper in pain, his voice trembling slightly.
Fang Xiaoxiao paused slightly, her eyes filled with concern and heartache, and said softly, "Bear with it, it'll be over soon. If this wound isn't treated properly, it could get infected and cause serious trouble."
Her voice was soft and warm, as if it possessed a magical power that gradually relaxed the wounded.
Fang Xiaoxiao continued to focus on treating the wound, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, sliding down her fair cheeks and dripping onto the ground.
But her eyes never left her work, and every movement was filled with caution and seriousness.
In other corners of the temple, some of the wounded lay recovering their strength in their sleep, while others chatted quietly. Although their faces still bore the marks of pain and exhaustion, their expressions were much more relaxed than before.
"If it weren't for Miss Fang, we would all be dead here," an older wounded soldier said with emotion. His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were full of gratitude and admiration.
"Yes, Miss Fang is not only brave, but also so kind-hearted. She's truly our lucky star," another wounded soldier chimed in, his face beaming with the relief of surviving a close call.
At that moment, a young soldier struggled to sit up. His face was still pale, but his eyes burned with a determined flame.
He looked in Fang Xiaoxiao's direction, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration: "Once I recover, I will definitely work with Miss Fang to kill all those bandits and avenge our fallen brothers!"
Fang Xiaoxiao overheard their conversation, turned her head slightly, and smiled gently: "Everyone, focus on recovering from your injuries first. We can talk about revenge later. As long as we are united, we will definitely be able to drive the bandits away and restore peace to our hometown."
After several days of careful care, the wounded soldiers' conditions gradually improved.
Some are already able to walk slowly on the ground and try to move their stiff limbs; some can also feed themselves, although the movements are still a bit difficult, but it is already a huge improvement.
The atmosphere in the temple was no longer as heavy and oppressive as before, but rather more relaxed and hopeful. Laughter and conversations rang out from time to time, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing warmth and strength to the people.
However, in this seemingly relaxed atmosphere, Fang Xiaoxiao's thoughts had already flown to Pei Yan, who was trapped in the prefectural jail.
Whenever the night was deep and quiet, and everyone was fast asleep, Fang Xiaoxiao would lie on her simple straw mat, staring at the dark roof, and Pei Yan's face would involuntarily appear in her mind.
Pei Yan, a gentle and refined scholar full of justice and courage. In order to help the people, he threw himself into the struggle against the bandits without hesitation, but unfortunately he was captured by the bandits and is now imprisoned.
Fang Xiaoxiao recalled the scene when they first met, and the determination in Pei Yan's eyes and his dedication to justice moved her.
She still remembered Pei Yan's bravery and wisdom in battle; he always managed to come up with solutions at crucial moments, bringing hope to everyone.
The thought of the torture and suffering Pei Yan might endure in prison made Fang Xiaoxiao's heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife.
She clenched her fists tightly and silently vowed in her heart that no matter the cost, she would definitely rescue Pei Yan.
On this day, the sunlight was exceptionally warm, casting golden patches of light on the ground through the windows of the dilapidated temple.
Fang Xiaoxiao walked out of the temple and stretched her somewhat stiff body.
She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunlight, as a gentle breeze caressed her face and stirred her hair.
"Miss Fang, coming out for some fresh air?" a wounded soldier asked as he approached. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes still revealed his worry for the future.
Fang Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and nodded: "Yes, everyone's injuries have almost healed, so I feel more at ease."
"Miss Fang, you seem to have something on your mind lately?" The wounded soldier keenly noticed Fang Xiaoxiao's unusual behavior, and his eyes were full of concern.
Fang Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm thinking about Pei Yan. He's still in the hands of bandits, and I don't know how much he's suffered. I can't just stand by and watch him suffer in prison without doing anything."
The wounded man's expression also turned serious. He clenched his fists tightly and said, "Miss Fang, we can't let Young Master Pei stay trapped there any longer. We have to find a way to rescue him."
A determined glint flashed in Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes: "I've already made a plan. As long as everyone is willing to come with me, we will definitely be able to rescue him."
Back in the temple, Fang Xiaoxiao looked at the wounded soldiers who were gradually recovering, and a sense of hope welled up in her heart.
She knew that the road ahead would be even more difficult and filled with unknown dangers.
But as long as everyone unites as one, there is definitely hope to rescue Pei Yan, drive away the bandits, and restore peace to Dounan County.
On a dark and windy night, dark clouds obscured the moon, plunging the entire Dounan County into darkness.
With a solemn expression, Fang Xiaoxiao gathered several reliable companions and went to a secluded, dilapidated hut.
The room was filled with an old, worn atmosphere, and the faint candlelight flickered in the wind, illuminating the solemn and resolute faces of the people.
Besides the two soldiers who had faced life and death with Fang Xiaoxiao, several villagers who were usually brave, fearless, and full of justice also sat around a dilapidated wooden table.
The wooden table, scarred and battered, seemed to tell the story of the vicissitudes of time and the suffering endured by this town.
Fang Xiaoxiao broke the silence first, her gaze firm and determined, her voice low but full of power: "Everyone, Pei Yan is currently trapped in the prefectural government's prison, suffering endless torture."
He suffered this calamity because of the people of Dounan County; we cannot stand idly by. The reason we've gathered everyone here tonight is to discuss a foolproof plan to rescue him.
Everyone nodded, their eyes revealing firm determination.
The two soldiers stepped forward, their brows furrowed, and carefully examined the hand-drawn map of the prefectural government office on the table.
One of them pointed to the markings on the map and said worriedly, "The defenses of this government office are far more stringent than we imagined."
Normally, the gate is heavily guarded, and there are mobile patrols all around. Moreover, these bandits' patrols are unpredictable, sometimes frequent, sometimes sparse, making them difficult to fathom.
Another soldier added, "That's right, breaking through the main gate is a pipe dream; it's tantamount to walking into a trap. We must find another way, a weak point in the defenses."
Fang Xiaoxiao nodded slightly, her gaze fixed intently on the map. After a moment's thought, she said, "I've been risking my life these past few days to secretly observe the area, and I've discovered a relatively low wall in the northwest corner of the yamen. It's overgrown with weeds and quite well-hidden; perhaps we can sneak in from there."