Luo Wenyuan was staring at the pearly white blurry shadow thoughtfully when he suddenly heard the shadow's unhappy tone:

"Why don't you drink it—? Do you want me to help you?"

Luo Wenyuan shuddered and quickly picked up the cup and drank the water in a few gulps. After drinking it, he felt something was wrong: What the hell, why am I so panicked?

Seeing that he was obedient, Qingshan nodded with satisfaction and took the cup back from his hand.

"Are you hungry? I have some fruit here, do you want some?"

Qingshan smiled and put the fruits in the space into the enamel cup in front of him, since he couldn't see it anyway.

Luo Wenyuan was about to say "I don't want to eat", but thought for a moment and asked, "Even if I say I don't want to eat, you will force me to eat, right?"

"Smart! Come on, open your mouth!"

Luo Wenyuan was suddenly stuffed with a round object. He took a light bite, and a sweet, floral aroma spread across his taste buds. It was a grape, a rose-scented grape. Luo Wenyuan had never tasted grapes that tasted so good before, and he immediately lost his courage and stopped being stubborn. Even after Qingshan fed him five or six grapes in a row, he still felt a little unsatisfied.

Seeing that he was addicted to the food, Qingshan wanted to tease him again. He took out a tangerine, peeled a slice, and stuffed it into his mouth. Colonel Luo had just eaten the cloyingly sweet grapes, and now he ate the sour tangerine. His expression was so wonderful that Qingshan couldn't help but chuckle.

Luo Wenyuan also realized that this child was deliberately making trouble for him, and he didn't know what kind of grudge she had. Forget it, since the fruit was delicious, he should forgive her.

President Luo hadn't eaten for a while, and his severe vomiting and dehydration had disrupted his electrolytes. Qingshan had chosen the two fruits for him with great care: the sugar in grapes boosted blood sugar and boosted energy, while tangerines provided potassium. Bananas are actually the fruit with the highest potassium content, but unfortunately, Qingshan didn't have any in his space, so he had to settle for tangerines.

"What's your name? What do you do?"

After being blocked by Qingshan several times, Luo Wenyuan finally asked the question in full.

"Chen Qingshan. A female soldier from the medical team asked me to deliver a small medicine box."

When Luo Wenyuan heard her mention the female soldier from the medical team, he knew who she was. A hint of disdain crossed his face, and he snorted. The soldier had screamed in shock the first time she looked him in the eye, and her hands were shaking like Parkinson's while she disinfected him, not even daring to look closely at his wound. Luo Wenyuan was annoyed by her behavior, and he never asked her to change the dressing again, instead doing the disinfection himself in front of the mirror.

The Lingtan water and the spatial fruit were not ordinary, and they quickly replenished Luo Wenyuan's lost water and electrolytes. His blood sugar rose, and the cold sweat on Luo Wenyuan's body disappeared, making him feel much better.

"Report!"

Zhaxi's hesitant voice echoed at the door. He went to get food for Luo Wenyuan. The chief had been unable to eat since yesterday, so he asked the kitchen staff to make some easily digestible rice porridge. When he came back and saw the door of the chief's room was open, he looked inside and was shocked. Who the hell was this? How dare he sit on the chief's bed?

He was Luo Wenyuan's orderly and knew his habits best: the commander never let anyone touch his bed; he made it himself and wouldn't let Zhaxi touch it. That man, wearing a camouflage uniform with no military rank, looked a bit like a student on military training.

"Come in."

Qingshan saw a young soldier coming in. He was young, with dark skin and two patches of high altitude red on his face. He was carrying an army green thermos. It turned out that he was going to get food. No wonder she didn't see anyone at the door.

"Commander, the kitchen has made some rice porridge, please have some!"

"Put it down."

Qingshan sighed in his heart, thinking that being a leader is great, everyone has their own kitchen and can cook at any time.

Ever since Zhaxi entered, Qingshan had been sitting steadily, showing no intention of getting up. Seeing the young soldier's eyes constantly glancing at her, Qingshan nodded at him generously, revealing two dimples. The highland red on Zhaxi's face intensified. He turned his head and stared straight ahead, his entire body as stiff as could be. He shuffled over and placed the thermos on the table.

Zhaxi was surprised. This guy really was a student here for military training!

"Commander, she..."

Zhaxi was originally Bai Hezheng's orderly, but was later assigned to Luo Wenyuan's care. Although Luo Wenyuan was injured, he was able to take care of his own household chores and didn't bother Zhaxi much. However, Zhaxi remembered Bai Hezheng's instructions: to take good care of Commander Luo and be responsible for his security.

He knew that Commander Luo didn't like outsiders visiting, so he wanted to ask Luo Wenyuan whether he should chase this student away. However, Luo Wenyuan interrupted him before he could finish his words:

"She's here to deliver something and will be leaving soon. Go out and leave the door open."

"yes!"

Zhaxi touched his heels together, saluted, and went out to stand guard.

Qingshan watched Zhaxi leave, smiled at Luo Wenyuan, and raised the small medicine box in his hand:

"Chief, let's start changing the dressing!"