After it’s stir-fried, let Damao heat up the rice while the stove is still hot.

She took the herbs and began to pound them on the stone table in the yard. The sun was scorching at noon, and soon Lin Qingqing was sweating all over.

In an era without fans and air conditioners, summer was really hard to bear.

Just as I was thinking about it, a small hand holding a half-worn towel handed it to me. It was Erya from my second brother's family.

Lin Qingqing took the towel, touched Erya's head and said, "Thank you, Erya."

Erya ran away happily.

"Aunt, the meal is ready." Damao shouted at the kitchen door.

Lin Qingqing said without even looking up, "Send a bowl to Uncle Song, and then take my brothers and sisters to eat. I'll eat after I'm done."

"Hey." Damao responded and started serving the rice. Daya brought a group of little kids to help.

The children went to bed after dinner.

Lin Qingqing looked at the full bowl of powder at hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up. This was enough for Song Yiyuan to use.

In the room, Song Yiyuan looked through the window at Lin Qingqing who was working hard to pound medicine in the yard. Her cheeks were flushed from the exercise, and the strands of hair on her forehead were stuck to her face by sweat.

Song Yiyuan took a look and immediately looked away.

Lin Qingqing pounded the last fresh herb into a paste, mixed the powder and paste in proportion, set aside the amount needed for the day, and used well water to cool the remaining paste, otherwise it would easily deteriorate in such hot weather.

This is my first attempt here, and I must succeed and not fail.

Lin Qingqing came to Song Yiyuan's room carrying a big bowl. The door was not closed, so she coughed and went in directly.

Song Yiyuan was still leaning firmly against the cage, but his pale lips indicated that he was not feeling well.

Lin Qingqing actually admired him for being able to persevere for so long.

Rotting wounds are burning, painful, and itchy, and are doubly uncomfortable during the dog days of summer.

When Song Yiyuan saw her coming, he looked up at the medicine paste in her hand and frowned slightly.

Seeing Lin Qingqing taking off her clothes as soon as she came up, he said in a deep voice: "My injury cannot be cured by a few herbs. The wound needs to be anti-inflammatory."

Even though he knew that the person in front of him couldn't understand what he was saying, he still wanted to explain it clearly.

Lin Qingqing continued to take off his clothes, chuckling, "How do you know it can't be cured if you don't try? Would I harm my own fiancé?"

Song Yiyuan's face darkened.

Lin Qingqing came up behind him and rudely smeared the medicine paste on Song Yiyuan's back.

Song Yiyuan paused as he was about to resist. The medicine felt cool when applied and the pain in the wound seemed to be relieved a lot.

Lin Qingqing quickly applied the medicine on her back and then applied it on her waist.

Song Yiyuan was sure that he was not hallucinating. The wound that had been applied with this medicine was really not as painful anymore, and it felt cool and comfortable.

Comfortable? Song Yiyuan was a little surprised when this word popped into his mind.

Lin Qingqing searched for wounds on Song Yiyuan's body as if she was turning something over. There were also some small wounds on his legs, and she applied medicine on them as well.

Song Yiyuan lost his temper after being touched. If the soldiers saw it, they would be very surprised that Team Leader Song would let a woman touch him casually.

After checking that there were no more wounds, Lin Qingqing picked up the bowl and left with satisfaction.

Before leaving, he gave me instructions in a doctor's tone: "Don't squeeze the wound. Sleep on your left side. It will heal in three days."

Song Yiyuan felt a little strange when he heard this, but he couldn't tell what was strange about it.

How could such a deep wound heal in three days?

Song Yiyuan frowned, but in just two hours, the burning sensation on his back was gone.

The wounds on my body no longer hurt.

Song Yiyuan was suspicious. He smeared some medicine residue on the wound and smelled it, but he didn't smell any special herbs.