Chapter 721: You Are Sick
Walking into the commander’s tent, the soldier saw Feng Xiyan leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. Looking at his pale face and the heavy dark circles under his eyes, the soldier felt a surge of worry.
Clasping his fists, the soldier said, "Great General, you have been working since morning and haven’t had a meal. Do you want this subordinate to bring your dinner over?"
Hearing this, Feng Xiyan opened his eyes and looked at the soldier. Seeing the concern on his face, Feng Xiyan fell silent.
After a long moment, he hoarsely said, "Bring a bowl of porridge."
At his words, the soldier’s eyes lit up. "Yes, Great General!"
Bowing to Feng Xiyan, the soldier hurried away with a smile on his face.
Left alone in the tent, Feng Xiyan stared at the low ceiling, lost in thought.
Before long, the soldier returned with a tray of food. Placing the bowl of plain porridge and two plates of side dishes on the table, he said, "Great General, please enjoy your meal."
He then left the tent and resumed guarding outside.
Staring at the food in front of him, Feng Xiyan had no appetite. He clenched his jaw, then reached for the chopsticks. As he took the first sip of porridge, his stomach suddenly churned.
Feng Xiyan hurriedly put the bowl down, rushed out of the tent, and bent over to vomit.
Startled by this sight, the two guarding soldiers and the nearby soldiers rushed over to check on him.
"Great General! Are you alright?"
"Quick! Call for Physician Yan!"
"Great General, what’s wrong?"
While the soldiers gathered around Feng Xiyan and questioned him anxiously, one soldier rushed toward the military infirmary to call Yan Bingyang.
Feng Xiyan vomited for a while, then wiped his lips and weakly said, "This general is fine. No need to make a fuss."
After saying that, he took a deep breath and added, "Take the food away. This general is full."
Looking at his pale face, one of the soldiers responded worriedly, "Yes, Great General."
As the soldier went inside to take the food away, he ran into Yan Bingyang.
"Wait," Yan Bingyang stopped the soldier, then he asked, "Is this the Great General’s dinner?"
The soldier nodded. "Yes."
Yan Bingyang said nothing more and quickly took out his silver needles. Holding one, he carefully tested the food.
Finding no poison, he frowned slightly and said, "You can take it away."
The soldier bowed slightly and responded, "Yes, Physician Yan."
Yan Bingyang then hurried to the commander’s tent. When he arrived, he saw Feng Xiyan standing outside, looking pale and unwell.
Rushing forward, Yan Bingyang supported Feng Xiyan by the arm and ordered, "Quick, bring him inside!"
Seeing Yan Bingyang’s serious expression, the soldiers realized the gravity of the situation. Without wasting a second, they quickly helped Feng Xiyan back into the tent.
Pointing to a seat, Yan Bingyang ordered, "Put him there, then leave."
The soldiers helped Feng Xiyan sit down, then bowed to both of them before exiting.
Left alone with Feng Xiyan, Yan Bingyang quickly sat beside him. He opened his medicine box and took out the pulse pillow. Pulling Feng Xiyan’s hand, he began to check Feng Xiyan’s pulse.
Looking at Yan Bingyang’s solemn expression, Feng Xiyan weakly said, "I’m fine."
Yan Bingyang ignored his words.
Seeing that he was ignored, Feng Xiyan sighed helplessly and closed his eyes to rest.
Two minutes later, Yan Bingyang raised his eyes to look at Feng Xiyan’s pale complexion and heavy dark circles. Frowning deeply, he asked, "Great General, how long has it been since you last slept?"
Feng Xiyan opened his eyes, looked at Yan Bingyang, and gave him a faint smile. "...This general doesn’t really remember."
Hearing his answer, Yan Bingyang’s frown deepened. Retracting his fingers from Feng Xiyan’s wrist, he stood up and walked to the table filled with military reports and documents.
Taking a sheet of paper, Yan Bingyang picked up a writing brush and began to write a prescription.
When he was done, he called out, "Someone, come."
A moment later, a soldier lifted the tent flap and walked in. Clasping his fists, he said, "This subordinate is here. Physician Yan, what are your instructions?"
Yan Bingyang handed the prescription to the soldier and said, "Go to the military infirmary and have one of the physicians brew this medicine. Tell them to bring it over as soon as it is ready."
The soldier received the prescription and responded, "Yes, Physician Yan. This subordinate will go at once."
Once the soldier left, Yan Bingyang walked back to Feng Xiyan and sat in the empty seat across from him. He stared at Feng Xiyan for a long time without saying a word.
Having known Feng Xiyan for over a decade, Yan Bingyang could tell what was on his mind at a glance. Now, seeing him looking like a walking corpse, Yan Bingyang clenched his hands beneath his wide sleeves.
Under Yan Bingyang’s worried gaze, Feng Xiyan finally said, "Stop staring at this general. If you have something to say, just say it."
Yan Bingyang remained silent for a long moment before saying softly, "Xiyan."
Feng Xiyan’s body stiffened for a second when he heard his name. It had been years since Yan Bingyang had called him that. He remembered that the last time was when he received the news of his clan’s execution.
Yan Bingyang raised his hand, pointed at Feng Xiyan’s chest, and said, "You are sick."
Feng Xiyan lowered his eyes, looking at the slender, white finger pointed at his chest, and said helplessly, "I really can’t hide anything from you."
Yan Bingyang withdrew his hand and solemnly asked, "Where is Fairy Bai?"
The moment the question fell, Feng Xiyan’s hands clenched tightly.
Yan Bingyang’s gaze fell on Feng Xiyan’s clenched fists and pursed lips, and he immediately knew his guess was right.
Letting out a long sigh, he said worriedly, "Xiyan, if you don’t tell me anything, even if I were the God of Medicine, I wouldn’t be able to cure you."