Chapter 51 Chapter 51

The companions behind the little soldier came over curiously, and after seeing the bright face in the window, they also showed a look of surprise.

When did such a beautiful nurse come to the health center?

The sunlight filtered through the window behind Chen Zhaoyue, casting a soft outline on her, making even the most ordinary white coat look particularly beautiful.

"What do you want?" Chen Zhaoyue asked.

The two soldiers couldn't help but feel a little elated by the soft southern accent they had never heard before.

Not only is she beautiful, but she also has a nice voice!

The two men stood there in a daze, their dark faces flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they even forgot to answer Chen Zhaoyue's question.

"Hmm?" Chen Zhaoyue tilted her head slightly: "Do you want to get treatment or medicine?"

She asked again patiently, even stretching out her slender fingers and gently waving them in front of the two of them.

The white and tender wrists shone with a lustrous luster in the sunlight, and the fingertips were as slender as scallions.

"Ah! Medicine... give me medicine!" One of the soldiers woke up as if from a dream and answered stutteringly, but his eyes were still staring at Chen Zhaoyue's hand.

"What medicine do you have?" Chen Zhaoyue smiled, and two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks.

This smile was like a flower blooming in spring, making the two young soldiers feel dazed again.

She tilted her head slightly, her hair swaying slightly with the movement: "Comrade?"

There was a hint of laughter in his voice.

Unexpectedly, after finally getting two patients, they turned out to be quite dull!

"Anti-inflammatory medicine!" Another soldier finally came to his senses and frantically dug out the prescription from his pocket: "And... and gauze..."

He stammered, his ears red as if they were about to bleed.

Chen Zhaoyue reached out to take the prescription and prepared the medicine neatly: "Do you want to get the bandage and dressing changed at the health center?"

The soft southern accent was completely different from the loud voice of the northern girl. To the ears of these soldiers who were accustomed to hearing rough voices for years, it was incredibly gentle.

"No... no need..." The soldier who took the medicine shook his head. His dark face was now red as blood, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"I...we are giving it to our comrades." His companion behind him quickly added.

Although I was so shy that my neck turned red, I still couldn't help but want to say a few more words to this gentle nurse.

Chen Zhaoyue nodded in understanding, and when he handed the medicine over, his fingertips accidentally touched the soldier's rough palm.

The slight touch made the young soldier stiffen and almost drop the medicine bag on the ground.

"Remember to change the dressing on time." She carefully reminded me, with a gentle smile in her eyes and eyebrows: "If the wound becomes inflamed, be sure to come to the health center in time."

The two soldiers nodded repeatedly, as if they had received some important military order, and walked out carefully holding the medicine bag, looking back every few steps.

Even after they walked out of the clinic gate, the two were still immersed in the gentle voice just now, and their feet felt light.

"What's wrong with you two? You're so red after going to the clinic?" On the training ground, seeing the two people who were late, the other soldiers surrounded them and joked.

The two men's faces turned red, even the base of their necks were flushed unnaturally, and their walking posture was as stiff as a puppet.

"Are you sick?" A soldier reached out to touch their foreheads with concern.

"No!" The soldier holding the medicine shook his head violently, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Seeing his comrades gathered around him, he suddenly perked up and gestured excitedly: "Let me tell you, there's a new nurse at the health center, and she's so pretty!"

"Is this true?" As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers who were warming up in the distance also came over.

"Do you have a partner?" a young soldier asked impatiently, his eyes shining frighteningly.

"I don't know about that, but her skin is as white as snow, and she speaks with a soft southern accent..."

Several young soldiers gathered in a group, chirping quietly to each other, completely unaware that Wen Qing was standing not far away.

Wen Qing was just passing by, but when he heard the key words "health center" and "Southern accent", he stopped unconsciously.

Could it be that the capitalist lady Chen Zhaoyue really managed to sneak into the health center?

No, he has to go and ask!

He rushed into the crowd in two steps: "What's the name of the person you were talking about?"

Seeing that Lian Wenqing was interested, the other soldiers talked even more excitedly: "I don't know her name, but she's so beautiful, like a fairy from heaven."

The noise here is a bit loud. Although it is not training time yet, it is hard not to notice this side.

As more and more people gathered, a cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Is the discipline of the Third Regiment so lax?"

Everyone froze instantly, and slowly turned around as if the pause button was pressed.

Wen Yanxi had been standing behind them without them noticing, his military uniform neatly trimmed and his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

Wherever those sharp eyes swept across, the soldiers fell silent.

The air froze instantly, and even the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

It’s so scary, why would this King of Hell come here?

Wen Yanxi glanced at everyone coldly, his gaze like a knife that made people's backs chill.

Then, he turned and walked towards the commander of the Third Regiment, Ding Mingzhe: "Commander Ding, are your soldiers idle?"

Although they were both team leaders, Ding Mingzhe still broke out in sweat when faced with Wen Yanxi's powerful aura.

He subconsciously straightened his back: "Captain Wen, it's my fault for not disciplining him properly!"

Wen Yanxi didn't say anything, but he didn't leave either. He just stood there with a cold face.

The temperature around seemed to have dropped by several degrees, and the invisible low pressure made it hard to breathe.

The veins on Ding Mingzhe's forehead jumped. He turned around and glared at the group of soldiers: "Whoever just spoke, everyone, do an extra five kilometers of training!"

He practically shouted, his voice echoing across the training ground: "Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

The soldiers ran faster than rabbits as if they had been pardoned.

Once the crowd left, Wen Qing stood there, standing out from the crowd.

"You should practice more too!" Wen Yanxi glanced over, his expression not relaxing at all.

"Uncle, I..." Wen Qing opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, but he closed his mouth in disappointment under the sharp gaze of his uncle.

He kicked the stones under his feet dejectedly, cursing his bad luck in his heart.

He just asked for a name, so why did he run into his uncle?

What was even more frustrating was that his uncle was clearly the commander of the Fourth Regiment, and not only did he manage the Third Regiment, he even punished his own nephew!

Wen Qing hung his head, like a quail drenched by rain, and moved slowly towards the edge of the training ground.

Wen Yanxi looked at his droopy face and frowned even more tightly: "Add another two kilometers."

Wen Qing stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

He looked back at his uncle with tears in his eyes, but all he got was a cold back.