Twenty-Ninth Defense Star.
After several days of rest and recuperation, many severely injured warriors had recovered and were out of danger.
Wang Teng had naturally contributed quite a bit. His milk supply was astonishing, and its quality was excellent. Everyone he had nursed gave it glowing reviews.
A certain battlefield medic's legend had now begun circulating throughout the Military Camp.
Of course, it was a teasing nickname, but it was also a sign of familiarity.
Wang Teng had heard those rumors as well, and his face darkened slightly. He felt miserable. He probably would never escape the title of "battlefield medic" in this lifetime.
Moira covered her mouth and chuckled beside him. Over the past few days, Wang Teng had taken the time to refine the Profound Yang Soul Return Pill and save her. He had discovered her in time, and that Demon Brain Race Darkness Breed had not yet managed to absorb too much of her Soul Power. Thus, her condition had not been as serious as Di Qi's last time, and she recovered quickly.
"Colonel Wang Teng, who was invincible on the battlefield, is being jokingly called a battlefield medic. The contrast is really quite something," Moira said with a smile.
"Go away, go away!" Wang Teng was angry and depressed.
"Alright, alright. It's not that big a deal, is it? It's just a nickname," Moira comforted him.
"How about I give you one too?" Wang Teng's eyes drifted toward Moira's chest.
"Pah!" Moira spat lightly. How could she bear that sort of gaze? She hurriedly changed the subject. "I came this time to thank you in person."
"Forget it. It wasn't that big a deal." Wang Teng waved his hand indifferently.
"..." Moira was briefly stunned, then said irritably, "Does my life not count as a big