Finally, at the end of the pipeline, Mu Nanhe seized the opportunity, rushed forward, kicked the gun out of the main criminal's hand, and then captured the main criminal with a neat capture action. At this time, the comrades outside also sent good news that the criminal gang had been caught in one fell swoop.

Yang Qingyan, on the other hand, lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She looked at the moonlight pouring in from the window, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the little things she had with Mu Nanhe: the human cushion when she fell, the warm hands during her period, the gentle massage when she was tired from surgery, the firm figure who stood up for her when the original owner's parents made things difficult for her, the pain in his eyes when he recounted his tragic childhood experiences, and the cautious but expectant kiss. She was shocked to realize that Mu Nanhe had quietly moved into her heart since some time, and she began to care about him and worry about him. This feeling was strange and made her a little flustered, but also sweet, and it became clearer in the quiet night.

When Mu Nanhe returned home exhausted and injured, it was already dawn. Yang Qingyan heard the noise at the door and hurriedly got up to open it.

Seeing Mu Nanhe's injured arm, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she said in pain: "What's wrong with you? Why don't you take care of it first?" As she said that, she quickly pulled him into the house to sit down, and took out the medical kit to treat his wound.

Mu Nanhe looked at Yang Qingyan's busy figure, his heart was filled with warmth, and he said softly: "Don't worry, it's just a scratch, nothing serious."

Yang Qingyan couldn't help but complain: "It's bleeding, and you say it's okay." Although she was complaining, her tone was full of concern.

Mu Nanhe held her hand. No one had ever cared for him like this when he was hurt before. Their hands were tightly clasped together. In the morning light, they seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light, and their friendship of mutual support became even deeper.

After the wound was bandaged, Yang Qingyan got up and prepared to make breakfast. Seeing this, Mu Nanhe hurriedly said, "Wife, let me help you." His voice still carried a hint of fatigue, but it also revealed a passion to help.

Yang Qingyan turned around, looked at the dark circles under his eyes, smiled and refused, "You were exhausted last night, sit there and rest for a while." Mu Nanhe listened to his wife and did as she said, walked to the sofa and sat down, then closed his eyes and rested.

After a while, the kitchen was filled with tempting aromas. After breakfast was ready, Yang Qingyan walked up to Mu Nanhe and said softly, "Mu Nanhe, come and have breakfast first."

Mu Nanhe slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were still a little drowsy and showed some lingering fatigue. But the moment he saw Yang Qingyan, a hint of warmth immediately flashed in his eyes.

Mu Nanhe suddenly acted like a child and said coquettishly, "Wife, can you call me Nanhe, or husband, Brother He?" Yang Qingyan was amused by his behavior and said with a smile, "I'll call you Uncle Mu." After saying that, she made a playful face, turned around and ran away.

Mu Nanhe also stood up with an indulgent smile on his face, pretending to chase her, shouting, "You naughty girl, wait and see how I'll punish you when I catch you." For a moment, the house was filled with laughter, presenting a warm scene of "you make trouble, I laugh".

Afterwards, the two of them walked to the dining table and sat down. Yang Qingyan brought the steaming hot breakfast to Mu Nanhe and asked with concern, "Are you not going to the army today?"

Mu Nanhe took the breakfast, looked at her gratefully, and replied, "Not today. No one got a rest last night, and the chief has approved that we can have a day off today."

Yang Qingyan nodded slightly, and then continued: "Then go to sleep after eating and make up for your sleep." Her tone was gentle and full of care. Mu Nanhe felt warm inside and replied: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

After breakfast, Mu Nanhe went back to his room to catch up on his sleep, while Yang Qingyan was idle and looked out the window at the mountain not far away. She was moved. She remembered that the mountain was lush with trees and rich in spiritual energy, which would be very beneficial to the improvement and repair of her supernatural powers, and she might even be able to dig up some rare medicinal herbs.

Now that she was in good health, climbing the mountain was not a difficult task for her, not to mention that she was also thinking about finding some herbs to make some medicine that could relieve the cold symptoms of the uterus. Thinking of this, Yang Qingyan simply packed up, put on a small bamboo basket, and walked quickly towards the mountain.

The path in the mountains was winding, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides were lush and green, emitting bursts of fresh air. Yang Qingyan took a deep breath, feeling the gift of nature, and her mood became more and more joyful. As she walked, she paid attention to the plants around her, squatting down from time to time to carefully examine the shape and color of the herbs.

As she walked, she came to a quiet valley, which was filled with mist, like a fairyland. Yang Qingyan's eyes were attracted by a plant that was gleaming with light. The leaves of the plant were saw-shaped, with a faint blue light on the edges. The stem was upright, and there was a strange little flower on the top. She was delighted and recognized that this was most likely the "spiritual blue grass" recorded in ancient books that had a miraculous effect on improving supernatural powers.

Yang Qingyan approached cautiously and just as she reached out to pick the fruit, she heard a rustling sound from the bushes nearby. She stopped her movements alertly and stared at the source of the sound. She saw a large hare emerge from the bushes, its eyes red, as if it was irritated, and it rushed towards Yang Qingyan. Yang Qingyan dodged the hare's attack swiftly, secretly congratulating herself for the improvement in her physical fitness during this period.

After staying on the mountain for a while and looking for some herbs, she heard an anxious call from the bottom of the mountain: "Qingyan--Qingyan--" The voice was getting closer and closer. Yang Qingyan recognized it as Mu Nanhe's voice and was full of confusion. She didn't know what was going on. She quickly responded, put away the shovel she used to pick herbs, and walked quickly towards the source of the sound.

After a while, Mu Nanhe appeared in front of him. He looked a little flustered, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and it was obvious that he had been running all the way.

Seeing that Yang Qingyan was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "A sister-in-law in the family hospital has given birth, and the situation is urgent. You performed a caesarean section on Wei Wan last time, and the family hospital is famous. The military doctor knows your expertise, so he rushed to find you."