Qianlin quickly raised the flashlight to light the way, and he followed the adults obediently.

Ning He said hurriedly: "I'm fine, just a superficial wound, Lin Bao is also injured."

He lowered his eyes, his face darkened: "He is a man, the skin wound will heal."

What's the matter? Is it true that women’s skin injuries cannot heal?

He Shaochuan saw the dissatisfaction in Ning He's expression, and he lowered his voice and said to her, "Skin injuries are not important, but injuries to the bones are a big problem. Be good and let me check you back."

Since he was already in her arms, Ning He had no choice but to refuse. She resigned herself to her fate and nestled in He Shaochuan's arms. Looking at Qian Lin who was holding a flashlight to light the way, she felt guilty.

Obviously Qianlin was frightened just now, but in front of He Shaochuan, he pretended that nothing had happened and held up the flashlight obediently to light the way.

Ning He didn't know what to say.

She didn't know if it was because of He Shaochuan's appearance, but she felt the journey home became very short. It didn't take long before they arrived at the gate of the compound.

As we stepped into the courtyard, there was finally light inside, and the lights from every household illuminated the small paths outside.

Some families finished their dinner early and sat outside in the yard to enjoy the cool air.

The soldiers who knew He Shaochuan greeted him one after another, and until they walked away, several military families began whispering to each other again.

"That person in Captain He's arms is his wife, right? His wife has done something like that, so why is Captain He still treating her like a treasure?"

"She's a vixen, she looks like a foxy woman, she must be very good at seducing men, even Captain He was bewitched by her."

"Just wait, sooner or later, Captain He will fall for his wife!"

He Shaochuan ignored the voice behind him. Ning He also heard it and patted He Shaochuan on the chest.

I asked him angrily, "They all said that about you, why didn't you refute it?!"

He Shaochuan looked at her calmly: "Isn't what they said the truth?"

What are the facts?

Is it true that she is a vixen?

Ning He looked puzzled, and He Shaochuan stopped explaining and just held her in his arms and walked towards home.

As soon as he entered the main room, Ning He found several aluminum lunch boxes on the table, which were all the meals that He Shaochuan brought back.

He let Qianlin eat first, while He Shaochuan carried Ning He into the room.

He carefully laid her on the bed and looked carefully at the wounds on her wrists and knees, which were covered with bloodstains.

He reached out and touched the bones and joints, and after checking that there was nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At the clinic, Jiang Huaizhi asked the doctor to disinfect Ning He's wound as well, but Ning He insisted on not doing so, saying that there was a medicine box at home and she could just go back and clean it up.

Unexpectedly, when she returned home, it was He Shaochuan who helped her clean the wound.

Ning He watched him bring the medicine box, open it, and take out two transparent bottles and a roll of gauze.

He opened one of the bottles, wet the gauze and gently wiped her wound.

Ning He looked at his familiar movements and asked him in surprise, "You can also clean wounds."

He Shaochuan didn't even raise his head, his hands kept moving: "When we are on a mission, it is inevitable to get injured. When the military doctor is too late to treat us, we bandage our own wounds. Over time, we have learned it."

These words touched Ning He deeply, because in his previous life, he had always dealt with hospitals, doctors and nurses.

Ning He had developed a conditioned reflex. Whenever he saw doctors and nurses coming, he would be extremely scared. He would grit his teeth and endure when they were doing blood draws, bone marrow punctures, and wound cleaning.

But when He Shaochuan was injured, he bandaged himself by himself.

Ning He couldn't help but admire him a little.

"It must be painful to clean your own wound, right?" Ning He asked.

He Shaochuan's hand holding the gauze paused slightly. His parents passed away early, and his relatives cut off contact with him after their death.

No one ever asked him if he felt pain, because in all his years, the word "pain" did not exist in his dictionary.

He shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

"hiss"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Ning He take a breath.

She couldn't help but pull her legs back. He Shaochuan looked up and asked her, "Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."

The grit on her knee had stuck to the wound and had to be wiped off with gauze soaked in alcohol to prevent infection.

He held Ning He's ankle and gently applied gauze to her knee.

Ning He's tense nerves gradually relaxed.

She watched He Shaochuan carefully remove the sand from her wound, and then he applied some iodine to her wound.

Only after he had cleaned her wound did he ask Ning He how she did it.

Ning He told He Shaochuan everything that happened today and asked him to go and accompany Qian Lin.

"He was almost hit by a car. Linbao must be scared. Please stay with him later. I'm afraid he will have a nightmare tonight."

He Shaochuan responded, asked Ning He to lie down on the bed obediently, and then turned and left the room.

He looked at the aluminum lunch box and only ate one-third of it. He glanced at Qianlin and said, "Are you born in the year of the rooster? You only eat this little bit of rice?"

When Qianlin saw He Shaochuan coming out, he immediately asked him, "Dad, how is Mom?"

I was obviously very scared today and was also worried about his mother.

Ning He talks about her son every other sentence, and this boy talks about his mother every other sentence.

He Shaochuan suddenly felt that he was a little redundant in this family.

"If you don't want your mother to get hurt, eat more. She will be in a better mood and her injuries will heal soon."

"Oh, okay!" Qianlin shoveled rice into his mouth.

He Shaochuan brought the food to the room for Ning He. Ning He ate half of it and couldn't eat any more. He persuaded her for a few words, and seeing that she really couldn't eat anymore, he took the aluminum box and the chopsticks she had used, and ate up the rest of Ning He's food in big mouthfuls.

Ning He was stunned by this action, and her face suddenly became extremely hot.

He didn't even change his chopsticks for her leftovers, yet he could eat them so happily?

He Shaochuan didn't think there was anything wrong. He and Ning He were husband and wife, and they were now in the dating stage. It was normal for them to share a bowl of rice with each other.

After dinner, He Shaochuan took the lunch box out to clean it, and Qianlin also helped to take the dishes to the kitchen.

He Shaochuan glanced at Qianlin's treated wound and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Qianlin shook his head repeatedly: "It doesn't hurt."

As he spoke, he lowered his head with some guilt, and said in a muffled voice: "I didn't complete the task assigned by my father."

He Shaochuan was slightly stunned and knew what task Qianlin was talking about.

Before he left, he told Qianlin to take good care of his mother.

"You did a great job. Your mother kept praising you for being great." He Shaochuan reached out and touched Qianlin's head.

Qianlin looked up, his eyes twinkling: "It was my mother who protected me today. The car almost hit us, but it was my mother who hugged me and protected me under her body."

"Dad, I really like Mom!"

Qianlin feels that his mother is the best mother in the world!