(Historical Era + Space + Military Marriage + Medical Skills) A modern PhD in both Chinese and Western medicine accidentally transmigrated to the 1970s and obtained a special space upon arrival.
She looked around for a while, then went into the outpatient building.
When she returned to the family compound that evening, Zhang Fei and his wife arrived as soon as she entered.
"Sister-in-law, I have good news for you. Zhengting will be back in a couple of days. This time, he has done a great service again."
Lin Qingyan was undoubtedly very happy to hear this news.
"Brother Zhang, is he alright?"
"It's okay, he's fine. Just wait for him to come back and celebrate with him."
"Okay, sure."
Two days later, a convoy of trucks carrying victorious soldiers slowly drove into the military region.
The moment Lin Qingyan saw Lu Zhengting, her eyes welled up with tears again.
Lu Zhengting remained agile. Upon seeing his wife, he jumped off the truck as soon as it stopped to go find her.
"young married woman."
Lin Qingyan suddenly saw a scruffy man standing in front of her. His hair was several centimeters long, completely different from the buzz cut he had given her when she left. His face was also much thinner, indicating that he must have suffered a lot in the past month.
But seeing that he was completely unharmed, she felt much more at ease.
"Wife, I'll listen to you. I'm not hurt. I'm back safe and sound."
Lin Qingyan laughed and punched him in the chest: "Are you really afraid I'll leave you?"
The rough-looking man smiled. "I know my wife will definitely not want me anymore, but I also can't bear to let her worry about me." Lu Zhengting then thought of Feng Yidong: "By the way, how is Yidong? He was the most seriously injured this time, and everyone is worried about whether he can recover."
"He was indeed seriously injured, but he is now my patient, and I will do my best to heal him."
"Wife, I'm naturally at ease knowing you're personally leading the charge. However, you'll have to work hard. The casualty rate this time is indeed much lower than before, and you deserve a lot of credit, wife."
"It may also be related to the improved combat capabilities of the soldiers and the effective command of you officers."
"Wife, you're being modest."
"I am analyzing this matter objectively."
Suddenly, a mournful wail rang out not far from them; at first glance, it sounded like someone had lost their parents.
"Oh dear, Ocean, you're injured again. How did you get injured again?"
"I'm fine, just a minor injury." Wang Dahai, with his arm in a cast, chuckled twice at Sister Yang, looking honest and simple: "It's nothing, look at me, I'm perfectly fine, this little injury will be healed in a few days."
Sister Yang glared at him. Her husband was too honest; he put in a lot of effort, but climbed the ranks very slowly.
Wang Dahai was still chuckling: "Why are you glaring at me? I'm fine, really fine. This is much less serious than my previous injuries. I have to say, the newly developed hemostatic medicine is really effective, otherwise I would have more than just this one injury."
The division commander, along with several leaders from the division headquarters, came to welcome the soldiers and gave a speech.
When Lu Zhengting and Lin Qingyan returned home, the rough-looking man picked up his wife as soon as they entered the door.
"Honey, I've missed you so much these past month."
He kicked the door shut and gave his wife two quick kisses on the lips. "Wife, let's go back inside."
After saying that, he pressed his lips to his wife's lips again.
When they reached the door, Lin Qingyan told him to stop, took out her key from her pocket, opened the door, and went inside. The two became even more intimate and unrestrained.
Lu Zhengting went back to the courtyard, locked the gate, and prepared to have a big battle with his wife on the kang (heated brick bed).
"You just got back, you must be tired. You should rest for a while," Lin Qingyan reminded him.
"I'm not tired. I'm full of energy right now. If you don't let me release some of it, I might not be able to fall asleep."
However, considering that he had just returned, he needed to clean himself up before touching his wife.
"I'll take a shower first."
"Okay, after you're done washing up, I'll cut your hair again and shave your beard. It must have been quite prickly when we kissed earlier."