Invincible by Picking Attributes

Two days later.

Yangcheng.

At the wounded soldiers' camp.

Zhao Feng, clad in military uniform, stood side by side with Chen Fuzi, the chief military physician of the Lantian Camp. At this moment, Chen Fuzi was carefully stitching the wound of a severely injured soldier with a needle and thread.

Once the stitching was complete, Zhao Feng quickly applied medicine to the wound and wrapped it with a bandage.

"Saved one wounded soldier, gained 1 point of merit," a notification popped up on his interface.

"Brother Chen, now that you've completely mastered the stitching technique, it's up to you to pass it down. With it, we'll be able to save more of Qin's wounded soldiers," Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Haha."

"That's all thanks to your teaching."

"Your talent is truly remarkable. Your techniques for treating wounded soldiers are becoming more skillful by the day," Chen Fuzi replied cheerfully.

Having fully learned the stitching method, Chen Fuzi was genuinely pleased.

"By the way, Brother Chen, how's the matter of me joining the medical corps going?"

At this moment, Zhao Feng grinned and asked.

After killing Bao Yuan and many Han soldiers in the last battle, Zhao Feng, despite growing stronger, was acutely aware that he was now under the spotlight of the upper echelons.

Just eliminating so many enemies was already astonishing enough let alone taking down a high-ranking general.

The achievements were too great to ignore.

Zhao Feng knew he wouldn't be left in the logistics corps for long. So, when he heard Chen Fuzi wanted to bring him into the medical corps, he couldn't help but get excited.

The medical corps provided opportunities to earn merit, all while staying far from the battlefield. It was a cushy job!

Over the past two days, instead of recuperating in the wounded soldiers' camp, Zhao Feng had followed Chen Fuzi's medical team to Yangcheng, continuing to treat the injured.

Now, Zhao Feng's merit points have reached 115. Compared to gaining physical attributes, earning merit points through saving lives was far more satisfying.

"No word yet."

"But it's almost certain."

"I've never made a personal request to General Wang Jian before. He won't refuse me this time," Chen Fuzi said confidently, smiling.

Just then

At the entrance to the wounded soldiers' camp.

Wang Yan walked in gracefully.

"Look, the news must have arrived," Chen Fuzi said with a smile as soon as he saw Wang Yan.

"Let's hope I can stay in the medical corps," Zhao Feng thought expectantly.

Wang Yan approached them.

"Physician Chen here is a letter from the General's camp," Wang Yan said, holding a bamboo scroll in both hands and presenting it to Chen Fuzi.

"Thank you." Chen Fuzi accepted the scroll and immediately opened it to read.

But as his eyes scanned the contents, the smile on his face froze.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing his reaction, Zhao Feng sensed something was amiss.

"General Wang Jian rejected my request to have you transferred to the medical corps. He said you have greater value and has already petitioned the King to assign you to the main combat forces," Chen Fuzi said, looking displeased.

Zhao Feng, however, remained calm. He had anticipated this outcome.

Wang Jian had petitioned the Qin King to transfer him to the main combat forces?

Had he already caught the attention of Emperor Qin Shi Huang?

If the King issued an edict, Zhao Feng knew there would be no way out for him.

"Wang Jian…"

"He was the one who begged me to come to Lantian to oversee the medical corps. Now, when I finally ask him for something, he refuses me."

"No, I need to talk to him in person," Chen Fuzi said, visibly irritated.

"Physician Chen," Wang Yan interjected with a smile.

"Do you even realize Zhao Feng's true worth?"

"What else could it be besides his medical skills?" Chen Fuzi frowned his focus entirely on healing and treatment.

He had no idea what kind of achievements Zhao Feng had earned in battle.

"If not for Zhao Feng's bravery in leading the logistics troops to counterattack, our forces would have suffered a devastating blow. Our supply lines would have been destroyed, and Bao Yuan himself was slain by Zhao Feng."

"Do you think someone with such valor and skill would be allowed to remain a military doctor?" Wang Yan explained with a smile.

Hearing this, Chen Fuzi turned to Zhao Feng with a perplexed expression. "Is that true?"

"It's true," Zhao Feng admitted, but then he earnestly added, "But I want to stay in the medical corps!"

"Get out of here."

"If I'd known you were this capable, I wouldn't have made this request."

"Do you even understand how highly the current King values brave generals?"

"If the King finds out about your valor, and Wang Jian still places you in the medical corps, he'll be reprimanded for sure," Chen Fuzi scolded.

"If I'm transferred to the main forces, can I still retire in two years?" Zhao Feng asked reluctantly.

"For ordinary soldiers, the term of service is five years, with at least a first-rank title upon retirement."

"Wounded or disabled soldiers may retire early and will be assigned positions in their hometowns."

"But for battle commanders ranked at military marquis or above, they can retire due to old age and will receive appointments in the court," Wang Yan explained.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng's expression turned disappointed.

"Brother Zhao."

"I don't understand your reluctance."

"For soldiers in the logistics corps, being transferred to the main forces is a great honor, not to mention a pay increase."

"With your achievements, according to the Qin military merit system, you'll be promoted to multiple ranks. Your title will also significantly improve. In the logistics corps, a promotion might mean little in terms of status, but in the main forces, it's a real, tangible advancement," Chen Fuzi said with curiosity.

"My mother has been frail and sickly since giving birth to me and my sister. I want to go home early to take care of her."

"I just want to go home alive," Zhao Feng replied with a sigh, speaking honestly.

Hearing this, Chen Fuzi looked at him with a hint of admiration. "Good lad. Truly loyal and filial."

"But…"

"If you want to take care of your mother,"

"Wouldn't servants do a better job than you could?" Chen Fuzi asked with a grin.

"What do you mean by that, Brother Chen?" Zhao Feng asked, puzzled.

"Are you really that clueless?"

"With power comes privilege. Once you have authority, won't you have countless people to look after your mother?"

"With your achievements in battle, the King will surely reward you generously."

"And it's not just about your military exploits your contributions to medicine are just as significant. I've already reported them to the King."

"With these merits, not only will you rise in rank and title, but the King, known for his generosity, might even grant you servants. Wouldn't having so many attendants take care of your mother be better than you doing it alone?" Chen Fuzi said with a chuckle.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng was momentarily stunned.

"Brother Zhao."

"Let me share some wisdom with you today."

"A man lives to pursue honor and glory."

"Not just for himself, but for his family and future descendants."

"With power, you can have anything you desire."

"And you have the potential to achieve it," Chen Fuzi said earnestly.

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