Chen Feng walked into the ward area, carrying a full lunch box in his hand. The aroma of the food seemed a bit abrupt in the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant.

He walked straight to Yang Qingyan who was guarding in the intensive care unit, with a look of distress and concern on his face, and said softly: "Sister-in-law, you should eat something first. You haven't slept or eaten all night. If you collapse from exhaustion, Nan He will be so distressed when he wakes up."

Yang Qingyan thought that there was still a tough battle to fight, so she nodded slightly and took the lunch box. The food in the lunch box was still steaming, but she ate it absent-mindedly. After swallowing a few mouthfuls, she hurriedly got up and returned to the ward to watch over Mu Nanhe.

In the intensive care unit, various instruments continued to make regular ticking sounds, as if they were counting down Mu Nanhe's life, or playing a movement of resistance. Yang Qingyan sat by the bed, blinking her eyes at the numbers jumping on the instruments and Mu Nanhe's bloodless face, and her hands clenched her fists unconsciously, as if this could pull him back from death a little bit.

However, the disease did not let Mu Nanhe go. During the period after the operation, his body had two rounds of high fever, as if the good and evil in his body were fighting fiercely. Yang Qingyan did not dare to relax for a moment. She quickly adjusted the medication, wiped Mu Nanhe's body with a wet towel over and over again to cool him down, and gave him supernatural power to resist many times.

After 16 long hours, Mu Nanhe's fingers trembled slightly on the hospital bed, and then he slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was a dazzling white, and Yang Qingyan, who was lying on the bed and fell asleep due to exhaustion. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but a hoarse friction sound came out, and his chapped lips were also very painful.

Yang Qingyan seemed to have a telepathic connection with him, and instantly felt his movements. She raised her head, and the surprise in her eyes flashed, and then she regained her composure. She quickly picked up the cotton swab prepared beside her, dipped some warm water, and gently applied it on Mu Nanhe's lips, saying softly, "Don't talk yet, I'll moisten your throat."

After a while, Mu Nanhe gathered some energy and asked in a hoarse, almost inaudible voice, "Am I still alive?" The voice was weak but full of disbelief.

Yang Qingyan looked at him like this, angry and amused, her eyes turned red, she scolded: "Can you see me if you are alive? You scared me to death." As she said that, tears fell down and hit Mu Nanhe's back. At this moment, she finally let it out.

Mu Nanhe wanted to lift her arms to wipe her tears, but found that his arms were too weak to lift. He could only look at her helplessly, his eyes full of heartache and guilt. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something to comfort her, but his throat was dry and he made no more sounds for a while.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyan quickly wiped away her tears, adjusted her mood, and said, "You just woke up, don't move, have a good rest, and we can talk when you feel better." After that, she was busy checking the instrument data, recording Mu Nanhe's various physical indicators to ensure that he was in a stable condition.

After confirming that Mu Nanhe was out of danger, he was transferred back to the general ward. The sunlight shone through the window onto the bed sheet. Mu Nanhe's face looked a little pale, but he was in good spirits and could speak normally.

One afternoon, the ward was quite quiet, with only the occasional sound of instruments. Mu Nanhe was half leaning against the head of the bed, Chen Feng was sitting on a chair beside the bed, and Yang Qingyan was sorting out medicines. The topic turned to the mission that Mu Nanhe was injured on this time.

Mu Nanhe frowned, his eyes turned colder, and he said, "This mission is very dangerous. It's all because of the drug lord from last year. He has always hated us and is looking for revenge. He set a series of traps to lure us in. His tactics are very sinister."

After hearing this, Chen Feng clenched his fists and said angrily, "What happened next? How did you deal with it?"

Mu Nanhe lowered his voice: "In the beginning, we were quite cautious and figured out a few of their small traps, so we didn't suffer a big loss. But then the drug dealer boss gave up and became more aggressive, setting traps that became more and more dangerous."

Chen Feng stared at Mu Nanhe and listened attentively. Yang Qingyan also stopped what she was doing and looked at Mu Nanhe.

Mu Nanhe continued, "We dealt with them for a whole month. The last time, they captured several of my comrades and deliberately spread the news to lure me to rescue them. I knew it would be dangerous. My comrades were in trouble, and I could take care of them. I could go in alone."

Mu Nanhe took a deep breath and said slowly, "As soon as I got there, I felt something strange. There were ambushes everywhere. Before I could react, drug dealers rushed out from all directions and surrounded me. They were all ferocious, holding sticks, knives, and anything else in their hands, and they just attacked me."

Mu Nanhe paused, and then continued, "I struggled desperately to break through, but there were too many of them. I knew I had to take them down, and I fought them for a long time. In the end, I almost killed them. In the chaos, someone picked up an iron bar and hit my legs hard. I fractured my tibia and fibula in multiple places, and my wrist was comminuted. Every time I moved, it hurt like hell."

Chen Feng gritted his teeth in anger, veins popping out on his forehead: "These bastards!"

Mu Nanhe took a deep breath and said, "I fell to the ground, and finally the boss was the only one left. He grabbed my foot and stabbed me hard with a knife. I almost fainted from the pain."

"In the desperate situation, I seized the opportunity, fought back and killed him." Mu Nanhe continued.

Chen Feng showed admiration on his face and nodded heavily: "Nanhe, you are so amazing! You yourself..."

Mu Nanhe smiled bitterly: "Yes, I killed one thousand enemies and lost eight hundred of my own. After that fierce fight, I was seriously injured and there was no healing in my body. At that time, I thought I might die on the spot, but when I thought of you and Qingyan..."

His eyes softened. "I relied on this belief and my last bit of perseverance to crawl out of that hellhole. Fortunately, I was found by my comrades who came to support me and was sent to the hospital. That's how I saved my life."

Chen Feng's eyes were slightly red, and he said with emotion: "It's okay now, you are safe, you must be more careful in the future."

Mu Nanhe nodded slightly: "Don't worry, they have been completely wiped out this time, and there will be no such danger again in the future. And after this experience, I know how to cherish everything in front of me, especially Qingyan. I owe her too much."

At this time, Yang Qingyan was listening at the side, her eyes full of shock and admiration. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "You soldiers have it too easy. You have to face so many dangers every time you go on a mission. Mu Nanhe, you are great."