Chapter 1460 – Sun Wen’s Mission (Part 8)
The one sent to assist Sun Wen was Bai Ning.
Though Bai Ning was a martial artist recommended by Wei Ci, he had started from the bottom of the military camp, gradually accumulating achievements, and had finally made a name for himself.
The fact that he was appointed to welcome Sun Wen showed that Jiang Pengji placed trust in him.
“Military Adviser.”
Bai Ning had been waiting here day after day, and today he finally spotted figures appearing on the horizon, his nerves instantly snapping into focus.
As the people drew near, the scout confirmed that they were indeed Sun Wen’s troops, and hurried to meet them.
Sun Wen’s complexion was somewhat sallow, and he was sweating profusely when he saw Bai Ning, his heart easing a little.
“Where is the Lord now?”
Sun Wen stepped down from the sedan chair, noticing his legs felt a bit weak, and his shirt drenched in sweat, leading him to reveal a wry smile.
Getting older truly means not being able to handle a scare.
After that encounter, his heart felt like it had jumped into his throat, and he was drenched in cold sweat, finally able to settle down now.
“The Lord is in the tent discussing matters.” Seeing Sun Wen’s poor condition, Bai Ning said, “Why don’t you take a rest for a moment? Your complexion…”
Sun Wen was already nearing fifty, and despite his daily consumption of black sesame for health, his hair had turned gray and the lines of age on his face grew deeper. After the fright, he looked as pale as paper, appearing as if he might faint at any moment.
“No need, I can still hold on. There’s no need for the General to be so cautious.”
After resting for a bit, Sun Wen’s weak legs regained some strength.
Seeing the familiar banners floating above the camp, a feeling named “stability” gradually welled up inside him.
Sun Wen took a deep breath, flicked his long sleeves, and returned to his usual self.
“Grandpa!”
As he entered the command tent, Sun Wen heard his grandson Lan Lan’s voice. Following the sound, he saw his grandson’s darkened face beaming at him.
“What are you doing here?”
Sun Wen furrowed his brow. Although he doted on his grandson, he could tell the difference in occasions.
This was a military camp; excessive pampering and care would be more harmful than loving for Sun Lan.
Sun Lan stepped forward, bowing to both Sun Wen and Bai Ning, smiling, “I’m just here to take care of some duties!”
Due to their age, both Sun Lan and Feng Yi had been assigned by Jiang Pengji to handle mundane tasks.
While they were trivial matters, they could still provide some training, giving these two pampered young masters their first taste of the battlefield.
Sun Wen scowled, “Here, there are no grandpas and grandsons, just superiors and subordinates!”
Sun Lan’s little face fell, looking pitiful as he let out an “oh.”
“What are you holding?” Sun Wen asked.
Sun Lan replied, “I just organized some military affairs to send for the Lord’s review.”
Sun Wen’s mouth twitched, and he restrained the impulse to flick a sugar-coated chestnut at his grandson’s forehead for a long while.
“Quickly go!” Sun Wen commanded, “Since it’s military affairs, no matter how small or urgent, it must be delivered to the Lord’s desk immediately!”
Sun Lan had never seen such a serious grandfather before and was instantly intimidated. He scurried off to the command tent, clutching the pile of documents to his chest.
Sun Wen gritted his teeth, feeling frustrated, “This kid…”
Fortunately, it was just regular military matters; if it were something critical, that kid would have been in serious trouble!
Beside him, Bai Ning said, “Why bother getting so worked up, Military Adviser? I’ve heard that just the other day, the Lord praised Sun Xiao Lang Jun and Feng Junshi’s eldest son, saying that although they are young, they handle matters quite well. If they keep honing their skills for a few more years, they will surely become pillars of support.”
Sun Wen replied, “Pillars of support? Those aren’t vegetables sold on the street! Lan Lan is still far from it!”
Bai Ning merely smiled and said nothing.
The two entered the tent one after another, and indeed, Jiang Pengji was in a meeting.
Sun Lan was attentively listening in the corner, while Feng Zhen’s son Feng Yi sat a little behind Jiang Pengji, busily taking notes on something.
Feng Yi was recording the content of the meeting, making sure to capture what was said without straying from the main point.
Sun Wen stepped forward to pay his respects, “Greetings, my Lord. I have returned, fulfilling my duty and bringing back important evidence.”
Jiang Pengji naturally remembered why Sun Wen had gone to Nie Liang’s camp and hurriedly asked, “What was the result?”
Taking out a small packet of medicine residue, Sun Wen continued, “Based on my investigations, Nie Liang’s health is at its limit; he eats less than half of what a normal person does at every meal. Moreover, he must drink a bowl of medicine each meal… This is the residue left after the medicine is prepared.”
How much is half of what a normal person eats?
An ordinary man requires about one and a half to two jin daily, and the elite in the military need even more to meet their nutritional needs.
According to the standards of the audience, that amount per meal would be sufficient, but little did they know, soldiers mostly filled their stomachs with plain wheat meals and rarely had side dishes, so the staples made up a large portion of their diet. Based on Nie Liang’s eating standards, even if he was physically healthy, he would eventually face issues.
Among those present, only Wei Ci was well-versed in pharmacology.
He took the medicine residue Sun Wen handed him, first sniffing it, then pinching a bit to taste.
Since childhood, Wei Ci had been weak and ill, and he couldn’t go without medicinal soup at every meal. As he grew up, he needed traditional medicine for nourishment.
His tongue was highly sensitive, and just a small taste was enough for him to identify several herbs in the residue.
Wei Ci borrowed some paper and ink to transcribe the herbs from the residue, passing it around for everyone to see.
“The potency is ferocious, and the dosage is extremely heavy. If it were to treat an illness, a few doses would be sufficient. However, to consume this every meal, it’s likely just to keep him on the brink of life,” Wei Ci said calmly. “From this, it seems Nie Liang’s health is not optimistic.”
Qi Guanrang didn’t understand pharmacology, but he knew there were a few herbs that wouldn’t appear in a normal prescription due to their fierce nature.
Once a doctor prescribed these herbs, everyone understood what that meant.
“Zixiao, in your opinion, how long does Nie Liang have left?”
Jiang Pengji glanced at the paper before setting it aside.
Wei Ci said, “Half a year! He needs to rest quietly, avoid excessive thinking and emotions, and refrain from great joys or angers; otherwise…”
“Refrain from excessive thinking and emotions, and avoid great joys or angers?” Jiang Pengji smirked, saying, “That seems a bit difficult, doesn’t it?”
Wei Ci pursed his lips in silence.
Oh Christmas: Confirmed eye contact, this is someone not to provoke.
Artist: Devious face, this chat clearly tells others that she plans to make Nie Liang overthink and rage.
Tong Meng: Just being enraged is enough; he’ll never get that “joy.”
Seeing this scene, many idle people felt an impending sense of “aiding the villain.”
Blue Drawer: Every time I see the streamer showing that villain smile, I suspect she’s actually the villain, leaving no way out for the protagonist.
Shen Jia: Shivering, how pitiful would the protagonist be facing such a villain boss? There’s no way to clear this game; it’s impossible to clear it in this lifetime. It’s not about fighting; just lying down and hugging the streamer’s leg is the only way to survive. Looking at the streamer feels like looking at grandpa, bullied every day like a grandson; I super adore the streamer. One sentence: even carrying a crystal won’t win!
