Chen Mo ordered the entire army to scatter and be on high alert, then set up a military tent at the bottom of a slope. He carried Zhao Qianyi into the tent and went to the mountains to gather some herbs. With the wound healing medicine he carried, he returned to the tent.

Fortunately, during the time he exchanged messages with Yunxi, Chen Mo had flipped through the Great Song Plants many times and recognized some herbs for treating internal injuries.

Zhao Qianyi lay on the ground covered by a cloak, her brows furrowed tightly, her face covered with beads of sweat, murmuring at the corner of her mouth.

Her features were sharp and distinct, possibly due to years of guarding Tiger Prison Pass and fighting battles everywhere, causing her skin to be sun-kissed to a wheat color, with a honey-like sheen.

Her nose was thin and prominent, her lips tight and pursed.

But that superior beauty was so apparent that no one would mistake her for a man.

Perhaps she was older than Luo Zhen and the others, about the same age as Yunxi, even with her eyes closed, she carried an enticing air.

Wearing a blood-soaked, tattered armor, she had an aura like a Valkyrie freshly out of a legion of warriors.

However, her weak current condition greatly diminished her aura.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, hesitated no more, and first held Zhao Qianyi’s arm, pressing two fingers on her wrist to check her pulse. It felt hot and soft to the touch.

"Such severe internal injuries..."

Though Chen Mo wasn’t a doctor, diagnosing minor illnesses and injuries, as well as battlefield external wounds and internal injuries suffered by martial artists, was no problem for him.

What he couldn’t handle were difficult and rare diseases or certain physiological conditions.

"Princess, excuse me, I am Chen Mo. I will now treat your wounds, but first, I need to remove your armor to check your injuries." Chen Mo wasn’t sure if Zhao Qianyi could hear him, but he felt it necessary to explain beforehand.

Zhao Qianyi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she had no response.

"Urgent matters allow for extraordinary actions, Princess, I will assume you consent. Excuse me." Chen Mo wiped his hands with the cloak and proceeded to remove Zhao Qianyi’s armor.

Zhao Qianyi’s armor style was similar to Chen Mo’s Celestial Spirit Heart Guard Armor, so the way to wear it was also the same.

Chen Mo expertly took off Zhao Qianyi’s blood-soaked golden armor.

At that moment, a Bronze Small Bell slipped from Zhao Qianyi’s arms.

"Red Sun Bell!" Seeing the fallen Bronze Small Bell, Chen Mo instantly recognized it.

After removing the armor, she wore a white inner garment, with the area around her left chest stained red with blood.

Seeing this, Chen Mo’s expression turned serious, and he quickly activated his Ancient Heavy Pupils to inspect. Luckily, the heart was not injured, which gave Chen Mo some relief.

Zhao Qianyi’s chest was wrapped in white bands, and when Chen Mo untied these bands, the bundle suddenly bounced a bit.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

The Princess appeared to have more than he expected.

But having come this far, there was no harm in taking the last step.

Chen Mo removed Zhao Qianyi’s inner garment as well.

Underneath, she wasn’t wearing a bellyband, only wrapped in white cloth, which made Chen Mo pause in surprise. Good heavens, she was tightly bound.

When he unraveled the inner white cloth,

Chen Mo couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

Though not as voluptuous as Hu Mei’Er, she was comparable to Miaozhen.

No wonder she was wrapped in so much white cloth; perhaps she didn’t want it to affect her battlefield performance.

"Hmm..."

Though Zhao Qianyi had fainted, she seemed to sense something and responded with a slight finger movement, clearly resisting.

"Hold on, it’ll be over soon."

Chen Mo tore a piece of the cloak, wet it with snow water, and cleaned the bloodstains off Zhao Qianyi.

After doing this, Chen Mo glanced at her; compared to the exposed skin, the skin inside was snow-white since it hadn’t been exposed to the sun.

Left chest, left shoulder, right shoulder, each had a blood hole.

The left chest injury was the most severe, with accumulated blood, turning the white bundle into a deep red bundle.

Chen Mo furrowed his brow, then lifted Zhao Qianyi to inspect her back. Fortunately, it was not a penetrating wound.

Holding onto the principle of thorough inspection, Chen Mo lifted his hand to open her thin trousers, after a quick look, he put them back on.

Now, he just needed to treat her three external injuries and her internal injuries.

The wounds on her left and right shoulders were easier to manage.

Clean the wounds, sprinkle with wound healing medicine, then apply crushed herbs and wrap with bandages.

But the wound on her left chest was relatively tricky, first needing to be cleared of the accumulated blood.

Chen Mo didn’t deliberately take advantage of her by using his mouth, instead, he used True Qi to expel it.

While applying medicine to the soft bundle,

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhao Qianyi let out a muffled cough, surprisingly opening her eyes, seemingly aware of something, looking down for a glance.

Chen Mo froze for a moment, and then the two stared each other down for a few breaths.

Perhaps it was her brief clarity before fainting again, Zhao Qianyi said nothing and passed out once more.

Chen Mo: "..."

To save time, after applying medicine and bandaging her wounds, Chen Mo didn’t bother wrapping her with those strips of cloth, he directly helped her put on the inner garment.

Thinking it cumbersome, he didn’t help her put on the armor again; instead, he wrapped her in his cloak.

Since they were on enemy territory, Chen Mo naturally wouldn’t brew medicinal herbs, risking exposure, and instead crushed the herbs with a stone, feeding them into Zhao Qianyi’s mouth, using snow water.

However, the herb tasted bitter, especially being fed directly in this manner.

The herb hadn’t even been swallowed before Zhao Qianyi instinctively spat it out.

Chen Mo tried again, but Zhao Qianyi spat it out once more.

Just then, Gao Zheng’s voice came from outside: "Sir, the scouts report a large number of enemy troops approaching us."

With no other option, Chen Mo fed the herbs into Zhao Qianyi’s mouth, then took a few handfuls of snow into his own, melting it. He then leaned in and kissed Zhao Qianyi’s lips, transferring the herbs.

Apart from the bitterness of the herbs, there was no other sensation.

And the herbs were so bitter that even Chen Mo closed his eyes.

What he didn’t notice was that Zhao Qianyi had opened her eyes again, her eyelashes fluttering.

Trying to lift her hand to push Chen Mo away, yet she lacked the strength.

Sensing the bitter taste in her mouth, Zhao Qianyi realized Chen Mo wasn’t taking advantage of her.

Feeling shy inside, she closed her eyes again, pretending to faint so Chen Mo wouldn’t notice.

After feeding all the herbs for internal injuries into Zhao Qianyi’s mouth, Chen Mo wiped his mouth, tucked the Red Sun Bell back into her chest, then picked her up with one hand, grabbing her armor, and left the tent.

As Gao Zheng approached, Chen Mo tossed Zhao Qianyi’s armor to him, saying, "Retreat!"

Watching Chen Mo’s back, Gao Zheng couldn’t believe it, rubbing his eyes: "Has the Princess always been this large?"