——Could it be that they noticed the changes in her body?

Such doubts only flashed through Song Yingying's mind for a moment, because she knew it was impossible. The so-called "time travel" was something that people of this era could only hear and see.

Since it is something beyond our cognitive scope, it is naturally impossible to know it.

At most, they thought she was too frightened and had a brief period of possession.

Song Yingying thought about this and shook her head slowly.

However, it is just such a shaking of the head action.

Zhao Weidong suddenly stood up from his chair and asked nervously, "Do you have a headache again? I'll go get the nurse."

"Don't go, I—"

Song Yingying didn't have time to say anything. She had already seen Zhao Weidong running out in a hurry and there was no way to stop him.

well……

Song Yingying sighed helplessly. She had just retracted her gaze and then lowered her eyes to look at the child beside her.

Zhao Xiaobei looked at the gauze on Song Yingying's forehead nervously, still remembering the scene of her lying on the ground bleeding, he pursed his lips and asked, "Does it hurt?"

If it hurts a lot, he can blow on it.

If little Anbao from next door fell and got hurt, Jiang Nian would just blow on his ear and he would stop crying immediately.

Song Yingying didn't dare to shake her head this time. She said quietly, "I don't feel any pain anymore. It's your dad who is too nervous. Xiaobei, come here."

Zhao Xiaobei took small steps and moved a little closer to Song Yingying.

As soon as Song Yingying raised her hand, she could touch Zhao Xiaobei's head and gently stroked it, "Xiaobei, don't worry, okay? I really don't feel any pain at all, but you look like you are in a lot of pain."

Zhao Xiaobei's eyes trembled nervously and he bit his lips silently. The fragility that had been suppressed deep in his heart was looming.

He looked at Song Yingying, hesitant and conflicted. His lips moved as if he was about to say something.

But at this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.

It’s Zhao Weidong who’s back.

He actually sent a nurse over.

The conversation between Song Yingying and Zhao Xiaobei was interrupted. Zhao Xiaobei retracted his emotions and became the overly nervous child again. He stared at the nurse as he watched the nurse examine Song Yingying.

The nurse said, "Maybe the drip is too fast. I'll slow it down. It will be better for your health."

"Okay, thank you." Song Yingying looked up to thank him, then said embarrassedly, "Can you please give me some disinfectant alcohol and gauze for bandaging? He... my lover is injured, and I want to help him deal with it."

The nurse probably knew Zhao Weidong's identity and that soldiers were treated differently, so after Song Yingying made this request, she did not refuse. She went out for a while and came back immediately to give Song Yingying what she needed.

The nurse asked worriedly, "Can you heal? If not, go to the nursing station. There are nurses on duty there who can treat the wound."

"I will, please."

Song Yingying took the iron tray handed over by the nurse. There were not only alcohol and gauze, but also medical cotton balls and tweezers. These were the items she was most familiar with.

What she was not very familiar with were probably the three words "my love".

When I said it just now, I almost bit my tongue, but after I actually said it, it didn't seem like a big deal.

She seemed to accept it very early on.

Song Yingying sat up straighter, put the iron plate away, and then turned to Zhao Weidong, "Give me your hand."

This scene has a sense of déjà vu.