"The Emperor ordered us to send the Barbarian Prince back then return to the northwest." Shen Yi lowered his voice and said to the commander, "We should have been on the road already. The northwest road protection office has sent people to ask several times. Although with the Black Iron Camp's three factions there, they would not dare say anything even if we are a few days late. But it's almost been a month! "

The commander lowered his voice to almost a whisper, "Marshal is still..."

Shen Yi shook his head.

"What is the reason?" The commander was puzzled and said, "Marshal grew up in the northwest when he was young. Even if he doesn't sit well with the weather in the capital, it should not be to the point where he cannot endure the northern wind. Wasn't he still healthy when he arrived? Or was it the barbarian who caused it? "

"No," Shen Yi didn't want to say too much, a hint of resentment flashed past his eyes. He waved his hand and said, "Don't ask anymore."

Just at this time, a young man came out of the tent. Shaken by the wind, he almost was not able to stand firm, only after a moment did he speak with difficulty, "General Shen, my lord invited you to please come in. He will be performing the acupuncture soon."

"Ah..." Shen Yi hesitated. At last, he did not say anything.

Chen Fei Yun, the second son of the Chen family in Taiyuan Mansion, was a skillful doctor, yet he could not cure himself. He was born frail and sickly. For many years, he was unable to go out. Every time he did so, he would be severely ill and bedridden. This time, for him to come to the bitter cold frontier from thousands of miles away, it was the equivalent of 'risking his own life to save another'.

Logically, listening to his cough, Shen Yi should tell him to rest for a few days. However, the words "Master Chen, please take care" turned around on Shen Yi's tongue several times, he finally didn't say it out loud.

He truly had no other choice.

The fire in the Marshal's tent was intensely hot; it seemed that there was a little bloody smell intertwined with the heat radiating onto one's face.

"Put out the braziers." Master Chen's voice came from the tent. His face was covered with a layer of gauze to prevent his coughing from disturbing the patient, causing his voice to sound more stuffy. "Are you not afraid of the heat damaging him? When has your Marshal ever been afraid of the cold?"