Zhao Feng strode forward, his lips pressed tightly together, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He never imagined that Jiang Linchuan would go to such lengths for Xu Xinghe.

Does he have a death wish?

She's just a woman. Even if you lose her, you can find another one. Is it really worth it?

He raised his hand. "Hand the man over to me."

Xu Xinghe's face was covered in tears. After crying for only a short while, her delicate eyes swelled up like two ripe cherries. Her eyelashes were wet with tears, and every time she blinked, tears would well up and slide down her fair chin. Her once clear and bright eyes were now filled with fear and heartache, as if covered by a thick layer of mist, making people's hearts tighten.

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat. He took Jiang Linchuan from Jiang Linchuan and called to the other soldiers to quickly carry the stretcher over.

In this situation, you should not move around carelessly, as it could easily cause further injury.

Xu Xinghe staggered after him, wanting to help with the stretcher, but Zhao Feng stopped her, saying, "You stay here. Your condition is special; you can't move around freely."

"No!" Xu Xinghe shook her head, tears blurring her vision once again. "He became like this because of me. I have to go. Can't you just watch me? Please, please, just let me go!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were fixed on Jiang Linchuan, as if he would disappear if she looked away.

Looking at her red eyes and her tear-stained nose, Zhao Feng sighed and finally softened. "Let's go, follow me."

He couldn't bring himself to say no to a girl like that.

Just as the books say, beautiful women have the power to bewitch people.

Zhao Feng's once firm resolve wavered at this moment.

Xu Xinghe immediately followed, standing close to the stretcher. "Lin Chuan, we're going to the hospital soon. Please hold on. Don't leave me alone. I really can't live without you."

She had already lost Jiang Linchuan in her past life, leaving him to suffer alone for the rest of his life.

This time, we absolutely cannot let anything happen to him!

Many soldiers spontaneously followed, and upon hearing her words, their eyes welled up with tears.

Outside, a fierce snowstorm raged.

Everyone remained silent and rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.

The hospital director had already received the news and was waiting at the door. When he saw Jiang Linchuan on the stretcher, his back covered in blood and his breath weak, his expression changed drastically. "Quickly, get him into the operating room and start resuscitation immediately!"

The soldiers immediately carried the stretcher and ran forward.

"Dean! Wait!" Xu Xinghe shouted as she ran, taking a small glass bottle from her pocket. "This is medicine my family got when I was still the daughter of Shanghai's richest man. It's very effective. Please make sure Jiang Linchuan uses it!"

The dean was taken aback. He knew Xu Xinghe's background, and Shanghai was not a black province; it was a big city where many foreigners had lived before.

He took the bottle and nodded. "Okay, I'll use it if I can."

With a bang.

The operating room door closed.

The red light is on.

Xu Xinghe slumped into the chair, feeling utterly powerless.

She frantically twisted her fingers, her mind blank, completely unsure of what to do.

It seems the only thing we can do is wait here.

She covered her face and could no longer hold back her soft sobs.

Wang Zhizhi, it's all her fault!

If she hadn't attacked him, Jiang Linchuan wouldn't have been injured so badly!

Zhao Feng sat down next to Xu Xinghe, took out a neatly folded blue handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to her, saying, "Wipe your eyes, they're all swollen from crying."

Xu Xinghe didn't look at him. She took the handkerchief and wiped her face haphazardly, but tears streamed down her face like a flood that had been broken.

The handkerchief still carried a faint scent of soap, the kind issued uniformly in the military camp, and the rough fabric stung my cheeks.

"Jiang Linchuan is incredibly resilient." Zhao Feng stared at the closed operating room door, his voice low. "He's carried out so many dangerous missions, surviving countless gunfights. He'll be fine this time too."

He had seen Jiang Linchuan at his most disheveled, knocked over by a shell in the mud, with two broken ribs, yet still dragging prisoners back. Compared to that, this injury was nothing.

Xu Xinghe remained silent, but her shoulders trembled even more violently, and her handkerchief was soaked with tears.

She never imagined that Jiang Linchuan had encountered an even more dangerous situation than this.

But he never said anything in his past life; he just silently endured it all by himself.

Zhao Feng stared intently at Xu Xinghe. The dim light fell on her tear-streaked face, making her appear inexplicably fragile and touching.

He felt a sudden pang of tenderness in his heart. Having led troops for so many years and witnessed countless partings and deaths, he had never felt pity for any woman before. Xu Xinghe was the first.

Beautiful women are indeed different; even their crying is pleasing to the eye.

"Xu Xinghe!" Lian Xiao's voice came, followed by hurried footsteps.

He approached Xu Xinghe, staring at her tear-streaked face, a tightness gripping his chest. Looking down, he noticed the blue handkerchief clutched in her hand, and his brows furrowed immediately.

This isn't the kind women use.

He immediately pulled out his handkerchief. "Here, take this. How can you use such a rag to wipe your face?"

After saying that, he directly snatched it away and stuffed his own into Xu Xinghe's hand, saying, "This one is cleaner. I haven't used it before; it's new."

Zhao Feng watched from the side, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled.

This Lian Xiao is quite interesting. He makes such a big deal out of a simple handkerchief.

Xu Xinghe wiped away her tears again, silently lowered her head, and didn't say a word.

She was in no mood to speak at all.

"Xinghe, are you alright?" Li Xingzhou, dressed in a white lab coat, looked tall and slender. His voice was slightly out of breath, indicating he had run there. The bruises on his face looked even more frightening than yesterday, but they did not diminish his gentle and refined demeanor in the slightest.

He took out an ice pack wrapped in gauze, "Put it on your eyes, otherwise they will swell and ache later."

Xu Xinghe, who had been silent, suddenly raised her head and knocked the ice pack to the ground. "Li Xingzhou, if anything happens to Jiang Linchuan, neither you nor Wang Zhizhi will escape!"

If they hadn't followed us, none of this would have happened!

Her relationship with Jiang Linchuan will progress gradually and get better and better, and she will not get hurt!

Li Xingzhou's gentle expression froze for a moment, and he sighed softly, "Xinghe, I know you're very sad right now. No matter what, you have to take care of your health."

Wang Zhizhi's previous behavior was clearly problematic, and Li Xingzhou had already guessed that she was the one who did the spying, so it's normal for Xu Xinghe to hate her.

I never expected that I would also be held responsible for this.

Lian Xiao shoved him away. "Get lost, Xinghe. Did you see his face? I hit him. If you don't like him, I'll hit him a few more times for you. I'm not afraid of being punished."

Li Xingzhou met his gaze without flinching, "Lian Xiao, don't push your luck!"

Zhao Feng looked at the tense scene and touched his nose.

To be honest, this scene is getting more and more interesting.

Xu Xinghe looked at Lian Xiao, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. "Lian Xiao, please let him go. I don't want to see him."