nycdaug Chapter 484 The King of Lingnan is Severely Injured
Chapter 484 The King of Lingnan is Severely Injured
"General, something terrible has happened!" Suddenly, a hurried shout came from outside.
Lu Zhijin wiped away her tears and looked at the person who came in: "What happened?"
"General, the Prince of Lingnan is seriously injured. The army doctor said... said he might not survive," the young soldier said, his voice trembling.
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhijin immediately got up and walked outside. The King of Lingnan had also participated in the battle today. Although he escaped the explosion, he was seriously injured while saving her.
Inside the Lingnan King's tent, several soldiers looked at the person on the bed with troubled expressions. They had tried various methods, but the Lingnan King was too badly injured, and their methods were of no use.
"How is it? Is it really impossible to cure the prince?" Lu Zhijin rushed in.
"Greetings, General."
"No need for formalities, Your Highness. Is there really no other way?"
"General, the prince was caught in the blast and suffered burns to multiple parts of his body. We... can't save him anymore." The military doctor's voice was choked with emotion. In just one day, they had witnessed too many soldiers die despite their efforts to save them, but they still couldn't remain indifferent. They were powerless to save these soldiers.
Lu Zhijin closed his eyes and looked at the person on the bed. The King of Lingnan's entire face was burned beyond recognition, and the skin on his neck and chest was charred, swollen, and completely unharmed. He had long since fallen into a coma, his breathing weak, as if he might die at any moment.
"Let's think of another way. Thank you for your hard work." Lu Zhijin clenched one of his hands. He felt sad, but he was powerless to help.
Leaving the camp, Lu Zhijin went up to the city wall. Looking at the blasted area in the distance, thick smoke was still rising. For the first time, he felt confused. What kind of weapon was that? If the enemy had such a powerful weapon, why didn't they use it before, and why didn't they press their advantage and take Lizhou today?
If the enemy continues to pursue, they will have no chance to fight back against such weapons.
Lu Zhijin was filled with questions. And then there was the force of war, those kinds of weapons—how were they supposed to fight this battle? Did they even have a chance of winning?
The image of the Prince of Lingnan, critically wounded and on the verge of death, kept flashing through Lu Zhijin's mind, making his heart grow heavier. Although the Prince of Lingnan's heir was somewhat incompetent, the Prince of Lingnan himself was a respectable figure. However, now the Prince of Lingnan was also on the verge of death because of this war, because of saving him, which made Lu Zhijin feel extremely heartbroken and guilty.
Recalling the situation before the expedition, Lu Zhijin had never anticipated encountering such a difficult predicament. They had originally been full of confidence in the weapons and equipment of the Great Zhou, believing that with these superior weapons, they would surely achieve victory on the battlefield. However, reality dealt them a heavy blow; those weapons they had once been so proud of were utterly powerless against the enemy's superior weaponry.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, Lu Zhijin felt helpless. He couldn't help but reflect on whether there were problems with his decisions and strategies, while also feeling shocked and terrified by the enemy's overwhelming strength. The course of the war had completely exceeded his expectations, plunging him into an unprecedented predicament.
Lu Zhijin took out an exquisite pouch from his bosom, opened it, and first took out the jade pendant inside, gently stroking it.
"Ah Yue, do you think our Great Zhou can win this time?" Lu Zhijin looked into the distance and murmured to himself.
"Ah Yue, I miss you. Are you thinking of me too?"
"..."
Lu Zhijin poured out his heart and longing to the wind. After a long while, he put the jade pendant back and took out the small porcelain bottle inside.
This was the life-saving pill that Xiao Siyue gave him before he went to war. However, now he was afraid he would have to let down Siyue's kindness. The King of Lingnan was about to die because of him. If he didn't have this pill today, he would be powerless and could only send the King of Lingnan off with regret and guilt.
But he now clearly has a life-saving elixir. If he doesn't use it, he will live with guilt for the rest of his life and will never be able to let go of it.
He had always known how precious this Life-Giving Pill was, but he also knew what trouble he would face if he saved the King of Lingnan today. However, he could not bear to watch the King of Lingnan die.
Lu Zhijin picked up the small porcelain bottle, placed it to his lips, and gently kissed it, his eyes filled with determination and guilt: "A-Yue, I'm sorry."
Then he quickly descended the city wall and went to the camp of the King of Lingnan.
After dismissing the servants inside, he picked up a stool and sat down by the bed. Looking at the Prince of Lingnan, whose breath was gradually weakening, he took out a porcelain bottle, poured out the pills inside, and fed them to the prince.
Watching the pill slide down the Lingnan King's Adam's apple, Lu Zhijin felt both reluctant and relieved.
Lu Zhijin had experienced the effects of the Vitality Pill before, so he did not leave but sat and waited. Sure enough, it did not take long for the King of Lingnan's breathing to calm down, and the scars on his body began to slowly scab over and heal.
This miraculous scene could only be witnessed by Lu Zhijin.
Soon after, the King of Lingnan slowly regained consciousness and saw Lu Zhijin sitting by the bedside. He didn't react for a moment.
"Zhijin?" Because the two were familiar with each other, the Prince of Lingnan addressed Lu Zhijin by his name in private.
Although he didn't know how serious his injuries were, he clearly remembered being thrown away by the heat wave from the explosion, and the burning pain in his body was still fresh in his mind.
Now… the King of Lingnan had a sudden thought. Why didn’t he feel any pain at all? Had he been unconscious for a long time? Had all his wounds healed? Had they won this battle?
"Your Highness, you're awake? Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Lu Zhijin asked with concern.
"No, Zhijin, how long have I been unconscious? Is the war over? Have we won?" The King of Lingnan looked at Lu Zhijin expectantly, and Lu Zhijin was at a loss for words.
Seeing Lu Zhijin remain silent, the King of Lingnan assumed they had been defeated, and his eyes dimmed.
Yes, what is he expecting? The enemy's weapons are far superior to theirs.
"Your Highness, you were unconscious all night and did not engage in battle."
Upon hearing Lu Zhijin's words, the King of Lingnan looked at him in surprise.
What did he just say? He had been unconscious all night, and the King of Lingnan, somewhat incredulous, reached out to touch his scabbed face.
His eyes widened in disbelief. How could this be? In just one night, he felt no pain at all. His recovery was too fast.
The King of Lingnan felt as if he were dreaming. Was he still unconscious? He probably was, otherwise how could such a bizarre thing have happened?
Looking at the King of Lingnan's expression, Lu Zhijin naturally knew what he was thinking.
"Your Highness need not be so surprised, you are indeed well."