Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1166: Illicit Matchmakerless Union

Chapter 1166: Illicit Matchmakerless Union

“So what are you telling me this for? You came to tell me that you two are getting together?” Ning Shu’s face was expressionless and she yawned. “If this is the meaningless thing you want to say to me, then you’re better off not saying it. I have no objections towards you two getting together or even getting married and having children. You can have Zhu Yanqiu.”
Ning Shu got up and patted the dirt off her butt before walking past Fang Feifei. Fang Feifei turned and spoke towards Ning Shu’s back. “Zhu Yanqiu isn’t an object, he’s a person. He has his own thoughts and feelings; he doesn’t need your permission for anything.”
Ning Shu shrugged without looking back and walked into the tent. When she saw that Xiao Tong hadn’t gone to bed and was waiting for her, she said, “Go to sleep, otherwise your body won’t be able to hold up.”
Ning Shu lay down on the wooden board and fell asleep the moment she closed her eyes. She was actually quite speechless. They were still being conflicted over these things in this situation? It was a big question for people on the battlefield whether they would even be able to see the sun tomorrow. It was completely meaningless to be conflicted over matters of love.
Zhu Yanqiu woke up to see Ning Shu walk in from outside the tent and saw Fang Feifei come in after her. His heart jumped and he quickly asked Fang Feifei, “Feifei, did Zhu Suniang make things hard for you?”
Fang Feifei shook her head and said, “I finally see what kind of person Zhu Suniang is now. She’s seriously old-fashioned in her thinking, it’s no wonder you can’t talk to her. She even said that we’re an illicit matchmakerless union.”
Zhu Yanqiu breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Don’t worry about her. She’s just a woman of the feudal era. You won’t be able to get through to her, so talking to her is just a waste of energy. Feifei, I’m planning to head back to the battlefield.”
“But your injury?” Fang Feifei looked at Zhu Yanqiu’s shoulder and said, “Don’t be in a rush, your health is more important. You should wait until you’ve recovered.”
Zhu Yanqiu immediately said, “My wound’s pretty much healed and I can’t just stay like this without doing anything while wasting the food of the army.”
Zhu Yanqiu was quite anxious. He couldn’t keep dragging things on. The people who had come to the battlefield with him had already killed a lot of enemies, but he was simply lying here, more dead than alive.
Fang Feifei nodded. “As long as you know what you’re doing. However, the battlefield is very dangerous so make sure to protect yourself.”
The moment the battle resumed, Zhu Yanqiu dragged his battered body to the battlefield. He was now a bit impatient for instant success. Even Zhu Suniang, whom he had looked down on, had become a respected military doctor, yet he still had no achievements to his name. How was he supposed to talk about reviving the Zhu family and bringing Fang Feifei happiness this way?
A desire was pent up in his heart and he was determined to make great achievements. However, as he crawled along the trench and holding the gun in preparation to pull the trigger, he no longer felt no the ambition and only felt helplessness and fear.
Zhu Yanqiu didn’t know what was wrong with his hand. Whenever he tried to pull the trigger, it always felt very weak. It’d tremble slightly and was a little stiff. It just wouldn’t do what he wanted.
It felt like his finger couldn’t react with fast precision.
In the face of this situation, Zhu Yanqiu, this grown man, nearly started crying. What was going on? What exactly was going on with his hand?
Ning Shu was busy treating new patients when she saw Zhu Yanqiu, who had just headed to the battlefield, get carried back on a stretcher. He hadn’t been injured and had simply been knocked out by a shell explosion. However, the wound on his shoulder had been torn open again so his clothes were soaked with blood.
Ning Shu sprinkled some medicinal powder on Zhu Yanqiu’s old wound. The sharp pain caused Zhu Yanqiu to wake up. He opened his eyes and the hazy face in front of him gradually became clear.
When he saw that it was Ning Shu, he abruptly reached out and grabbed her. His voice seemed to come out from the seams of his gritted teeth. It was gloomy and filled with anger. “You definitely did something to me, you definitely...”