Mu Lan lifted the tent curtain and entered the military tent.
Unlike usual, Uncle Zhang, Zhang Zhongyi, whom she remembered, was not preparing herbs. Instead, he was holding a Jade Slip in his left hand, engrossed in inspecting it with his Divine Sense.
Upon hearing footsteps, Zhang Zhongyi withdrew his Divine Sense and looked up to see the female general, Mu Lan.
Mu Lan was still dressed in a red military robe, covered by Brass Armor, exuding a valiant aura. However, at the moment, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring pain.
"You've arrived, sit down," Zhang Zhongyi gestured for Mu Lan to sit beside him. He placed the Jade Slip on the desk and stood up to walk over to the workbench, beginning to prepare the herbs needed to treat Mu Lan's injuries.
"Just now, Ning Zhuo sought me out to treat his friend," he said.
"It has been successful."
"This Jade Slip contains the treatment method we came up with for the cure, we designed three sets."
