"She fainted because of severe malnutrition. How could she be so seriously injured?" He Zhengping asked the military doctor with a serious face, his words were full of surprise and confusion. As he spoke, he unconsciously glanced at Mu Nanhe who was standing beside him, and there seemed to be a hint of blame in his eyes.

Mu Nanhe stood quietly beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Yang Qingyan, who was lying on the bed, as weak as a candle in the wind. His heart felt like it was being pierced by countless steel needles as thin as cow hair, and it was stabbing in pain.

Yang Qingyan's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were tightly closed, and now they were also dry and pale, and she looked lifeless.

The military doctor took a bottle of nutrient solution from the medicine box, hung it on the shelf skillfully, and adjusted the drip rate. Then, he carefully checked Yang Qingyan's vital signs, confirmed that there was no major problem for the time being, patted Mu Nanhe's shoulder gently, and left first.

As the military doctor left, the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away, and the room suddenly fell into silence. Mu Nanhe walked out of the room and washed his face with cold water, trying to use the cold water to extinguish his inner restlessness.

When Yang Qingyan woke up, she felt dizzy and weak. She secretly sighed that this body was too weak. She fainted after using a little bit of supernatural power. It was far inferior to her real body. She knew that if she wanted to live well in this era, she had to slowly recover her body.

Therefore, she secretly gave herself a little supernatural power, which slowly nourished her tired body, and the dizziness gradually disappeared.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and Mu Nanhe walked in. Seeing that Yang Qingyan had woken up, he quickly walked to the bed and sat down, and asked softly: "You are awake, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yang Qingyan raised her eyes to look at him, and replied in a somewhat cold tone: "It's okay." In her heart, she was actually feeling sorry for Yuan Bo. Even if Mu Nanhe had taken care of the family this year, Yuan Bo would not have starved to death.

Mu Nanhe sensed the alienation in her tone, frowned slightly, and explained: "I just came back from a year-long mission."

Just as she was about to continue, the door was pushed open again, and Liang Tao came in with a bowl of porridge. With a gentle smile on her face, she said, "Sister, you're awake. I cooked some porridge. Get up and drink it."

Yang Qingyan propped herself up and sat up, a grateful smile on her face, and said softly, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Liang Tao quickly placed the porridge on the bedside table, waved her hand gently and said, "Sister, don't be so polite. The military doctor just said that your health is seriously damaged and you can't eat too much fishy food for the time being. So I cooked some white porridge for you. Eat it while it's hot to fill your stomach." As she said this, she also considerately handed the spoon to Yang Qingyan.

Yang Qingyan took the spoon and looked at the bowl of steaming porridge. A warm current surged in her heart, and she said sincerely again: "Sister-in-law, thank you for your concern."

Liang Tao sat down beside the bed with a smile and said, "It's no big deal. You saved our tiger, so it's nothing to do this. Eat quickly and have a good rest after eating."

Mu Nanhe just sat there quietly, and after Liang Tao left, he slowly said, "I'm sorry, I haven't been home to see you for a year." His words were full of guilt, and his eyes were full of self-blame. Yang Qingyan didn't answer, but just stirred the porridge in the bowl silently, thinking that it was too late to say sorry. She had already been treated harshly by her in-laws, so what could he do now even if he said these things?

Mu Nanhe didn't hear what Yang Qingyan said, and continued: "Although I couldn't go back to see you, I asked my comrades to send money back every month, hoping that your family would take good care of you, but I don't know why they didn't give you any."

Yang Qingyan said coldly: "Why else? It's because they think you don't value me. This is not important. In their eyes, you are just a foreigner who can be bullied at will."

When Mu Nanhe heard this, he opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but found that he couldn't refute at all, so he could only lower his head in silence.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the occasional sound of Yang Qingyan stirring the spoon. The atmosphere was so depressing that it made her feel a little breathless.

After a long while, Mu Nanhe raised his head again, his eyes more determined. He looked at Yang Qingyan and said seriously: "You will live in the family compound in the future, and you will fulfill your duties."

Yang Qingyan did not answer. She knew that she had no other place to go now. In this era where you have to introduce your letter wherever you go, this is undoubtedly her only place to live. She took a sip of porridge lightly, her thoughts drifting away, thinking about how to get along with Mu Nanhe in this family compound in the future.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Mu Nanhe couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He continued, "Tomorrow we'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative in town to buy some things. We don't have anything at home. Even the quilt is borrowed from Mrs. Liang. You'll just have to make do with it tonight and stay in the army dormitory. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Yang Qingyan replied softly, "Yeah." She knew in her heart that this was the only arrangement for now, but she still had some complicated emotions about going out with Mu Nanhe tomorrow. She had not yet completely let go of her resentment towards Mu Nanhe.

Mu Nanhe stood up and looked at Yang Qingyan's slightly thin back. He hesitated to speak, and finally said softly: "Then you have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

Yang Qingyan didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and continued to drink her porridge. Mu Nanhe turned around and walked slowly towards the door. When he was in front of the door, he looked back at Yang Qingyan and then closed the door gently.

The room suddenly became quiet. Yang Qingyan put down the spoon, leaned against the head of the bed, and sighed softly. Perhaps she was tired from catching the train, or perhaps her body was too weak, and she felt sleepy. She slept soundly and contentedly.