It was common knowledge that military men were hot-blooded and rough. They were straightforward and very protective of their families. If you said something rude toward their family, you should expect them not to give you any face in return.
Mu Luo had been working as a military physician for decades, and he was already used to the soldiers' rude behavior and didn't take Fu Chen'an's words to heart.
He rubbed his hands together and said in a buttering tone, "Squad Leader Fu, it's my fault for saying those words. I apologize to you."
Since he had lowered his stance, Fu Chen'an knew when to stop. He only nodded but said nothing.
Seeing that he was no longer angry, Mu Luo continued, "Squad Leader Fu, you see, the General's wound is not healing even after so many days."
"I want to ask for some of your wound ointment and find out the ingredients. If we can recreate this ointment, it will lessen the number of our brothers dying due to wounds."
