Yang Qingyan returned home and quickly took a hot bath to get rid of the coldness in her body. Just as she was about to rest for a while, she felt something wrong in her lower body. She looked down subconsciously and found that it was her period. This was her first menstrual period after she traveled through time. Fortunately, she bought a menstrual belt when she went shopping.

She hurried back to her room to get her menstrual belt and put it on. As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She bent over in pain, holding her stomach tightly with both hands, and her face was instantly covered with cold sweat. Before she could recover from the pain, she felt nauseous again. She had to endure the discomfort and quickly walked into the bathroom to vomit.

Mu Nanhe went to the army to instruct the guards to investigate the matter, and came back to take a look during lunch break. As soon as he entered the house, he heard Yang Qingyan vomiting. His heart skipped a beat, and he ran over quickly, asking anxiously, "Qingyan, what's wrong with you?" Yang Qingyan was still vomiting, and couldn't speak at all.

When she stopped vomiting, Mu Nanhe saw that her face was as pale as paper, and he felt so distressed that he picked her up and walked towards the sofa without saying anything. Yang Qingyan's feet suddenly felt empty, and she subconsciously hugged Mu Nanhe's neck.

Lying on the sofa, Yang Qingyan took a breath, raised her head to feel her own pulse, and thought to herself: Oh no, I still have uterine cold, no wonder my period hurts so much.

Mu Nanhe asked worriedly, "Are you feeling better?" Yang Qingyan said weakly, "It's nothing. It's my period. I just went into the water and my stomach is cold."

Mu Nanhe frowned: "How can I help you?" Yang Qingyan said softly: "Go and boil some brown sugar water."

As soon as Mu Nanhe turned and left, Yang Qingyan quickly closed her eyes and quietly mobilized the hidden supernatural power in her body. She concentrated her mind and slowly guided a trace of weak supernatural power to her abdomen. With the input of supernatural power, the originally unbearable abdomen gradually felt a sense of relief, and the piercing pain began to slowly ease.

Not long after, Mu Nanhe came over with a bowl of steaming brown sugar water in his hands. Yang Qingyan quickly reached out to take it, blew it gently, and then took a sip carefully. The sweet and warm liquid flowed down her throat, as if a warm current instantly rushed into her stomach, wrapping everything it passed through with warmth. With every sip of brown sugar water, Yang Qingyan could feel her body recovering little by little.

Mu Nanhe sat down beside her. He stretched out his large and warm hands, gently placed them on Yang Qingyan's belly, and began to massage her rhythmically. His movements were extremely gentle, fearing that he would hurt her; at the same time, his fingering was just right, which could relieve the pain and make people feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.

Under such gentle comfort, Yang Qingyan felt that her whole body became soft and sluggish. Fatigue came over her like a tide. Unconsciously, her eyes gradually closed and her consciousness became blurred. She fell into a dream in a daze.

Mu Nanhe stared at her peaceful sleeping face quietly, his eyes full of pity. At this moment, an indescribable emotion quietly spread in his heart.

Perhaps from this moment on, the seed called "love" took root deeply in his heart and began to sprout. For Yang Qingyan, the original simple sense of responsibility in his heart quietly changed at some point, and gradually gave rise to more different feelings.

Finally, Mu Nanhe gently pulled up the blanket beside him and covered Yang Qingyan with it very carefully.

After Yang Qingyan fell asleep, Mu Nanhe got up quietly. He was worried that Yang Qingyan hadn't eaten yet, and was afraid that she would be hungry when she woke up. So he hurried to the army canteen, carefully selected a few meals that Yang Qingyan liked to eat during the day, and packed them up. After returning home, he ate a few bites himself, and then carefully warmed the remaining meals in the kitchen. He also left a note for Yang Qingyan, which read: "Qingyan, the meals are warm in the kitchen. Remember to eat when you wake up and have a good rest. I'm going to the army. Call me if you have anything." After everything was arranged properly, he returned to the army with peace of mind.

Yang Qingyan slept very soundly this time. In her dream, she vaguely saw a girl who looked exactly like the original owner, thin and haggard. She was the original owner of this body. The girl stood quietly in front of her, with a look of relief and relief in her eyes, and said softly: "In the future, you live well for me and live well with Mu Nanhe. I don't blame him." After that, the girl's figure gradually disappeared.

Yang Qingyan suddenly woke up, but felt relaxed, as if the air that had been pressing on her body had dissipated instantly. She knew in her heart that it seemed that the original owner had completely left this body. Yang Qingyan sighed heavily and said softly to the empty room: "Don't worry, I will live well for you in the future."

Outside the window, the sun was still bright. Yang Qingyan stood up and saw the note left by Mu Nanhe. A warm current surged in her heart. She walked into the kitchen and saw steaming hot food in the pot. After eating, Yang Qingyan gave herself another wave of supernatural power. The pain during the menstrual period had disappeared, but this body still needed to be cured for a while.

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In the evening, Mu Nanhe finished a day of training and returned home from the army with a tired body. As soon as he entered the house, the aroma of food came to his nose. He took a deep breath, and the fatigue of the day seemed to dissipate a little in an instant.

Yang Qingyan heard the door open, poked her head out of the kitchen, and said with a smile on her face, "You're back, wash up and have dinner."

Mu Nanhe walked towards her and asked caringly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? You can wait for me to come back and cook for you."

Yang Qingyan shook her head lightly and replied with a smile: "I know medical skills. I'll give you a few acupunctures and you'll be fine. Let's eat."

The two of them sat down at the table together. The food was steaming and exuding an alluring aroma. Mu Nanhe picked up the bowl and chopsticks and was about to start eating, but he hesitated.

Yang Qingyan was sharp-eyed and saw what was going on. She put down the bowl and chopsticks in her mouth and asked, "Do you want to say something?"

Mu Nanhe hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time: "Who did you learn medicine from?"

Yang Qingyan was prepared in her heart, and said calmly: "When I was away from home, I had no food to eat, so I went up the mountain to find fruit to eat. There I met an old Chinese medicine doctor. He was sent to the cowshed. He fell on the mountain and I saved him. Later, he secretly taught me Chinese medicine and gave me silver needles." Yang Qingyan's words were half true and half false. She did teach the original owner medical skills, but she only learned the basics.

Mu Nanhe nodded slightly. When he heard her say that she had no food to eat, the guilt in his heart surged up again. Although he was still a little confused, he saw that Yang Qingyan was unwilling to say more, so he stopped asking and just said softly, "So that's it."