Here is the translation:
Meng Qianqian was treating her injuries inside the tent.
She wasn't seriously injured; there were minor wounds, mainly on her back and left shoulder.
As Qing Shuang applied medicine, she said, "Miss Meng, you're really too reckless."
Meng Qianqian knew it was out of concern: "Getting injured on the battlefield is inevitable."
Besides, if you don't fight desperately, you die.
Qing Shuang dipped the golden sore medicine and carefully applied it to the wounds on her back: "Miss Meng, have you fought in battles before?"
Meng Qianqian paused for a moment: "Perhaps."
Qing Shuang didn't understand.
At that moment, a well-rested little tabby cat broke free from its swaddle, climbed out of the basket, and gracefully jumped from the table onto Meng Qianqian's lap.
Meng Qianqian petted it and asked, "Along the way, how did you prevent people from getting suspicious?"
Qing Shuang opened her mouth and mimicked crying sounds.
