The six words had been spoken so casually, yet they were something the woman had never encountered in her life, something she had never dared hope for. For some reason, her eyes suddenly stung, as if someone had tossed a handful of ash into them.
If anyone else had said those words, she would have thought them sheer fantasy. But they had come from the medical unit, and every word carried weight.
Over the past two days, the woman had seen the medical unit calmly and steadily treating the wounded, issuing all manner of medical instructions without the slightest haste. She knew nothing about medicine, but she understood people. The medical soldiers looked at the medical unit with undisguised respect; some even paid their respects as disciples. What sort of woman could earn such heartfelt respect in a place like an army camp, if not an extraordinary one?
Naturally, her words were convincing.
The woman asked uneasily, "What if military law can't kill him?"
She thought the medical unit would fly into a rage and storm off. Instead, the other woman merely replied in an even tone, "Oh, then our lord will kill him personally."
The woman blinked. "Our lord?"
This was the second time she had heard of "our lord."
The first time, she had thought "our lord" meant the garrison commander. It was only after clearing up the misunderstanding that she learned it wasn't. She could tell that the medical unit, the medical soldiers, and the wounded all yearned fervently for their lord. Anyone who could win the medical unit's loyalty had to be a good person.
Instinctively, the woman thought he must be a refined gentleman.
He would have a heart as delicate as a finely carved ornament, able to look up and glimpse the vastness of