"Big brother, I'm fine. It's just superficial injuries."
Zhong Yong saw his big brother's concern about him and giggled foolishly. He only laughed as his vision darkened, and he fell to the ground.
"Someone, call the military doctor."
Xiao Zeyu hugged his good brother and ordered the soldiers to call the military doctor. He helped Zhong Yong to a chair and fed him the hemostatic medicine that Su Qing had given. After seeing that the bleeding had stopped, he checked his injuries and took Zhong Yong's pulse.
At first glance, Zhong Yong only had a dozen external wounds on his body. The deepest wound was so deep that the bone could be seen, and the longest wound was more than a foot long. Despite being so heavily injured, He was still brave to kill the enemy. He was a fierce general.
