Song Qinghe never imagined it would be Lu Zhaolin's problem. It wasn't until Lu Zhaolin coughed that the people in the infirmary realized what was happening and crowded around him.

Even if she were stupid, she would have realized it by now. Goodness, this is really quite interesting.

Is Lu Zhaolin really that capable?

I never noticed that before.

Lu Zhaolin looked at his wife with some guilt, not wanting Song Qinghe to think he was a domineering person. Besides, he hadn't done anything wrong; they were just afraid of each other.

What does he have to be ashamed of?

The medical staff who came over stopped a long distance away from him, and asked him in a very unfamiliar manner from several meters away.

"Battalion Commander Lu, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I twisted my back."

Lu Zhaolin reluctantly spoke up. If he could, he wouldn't want to come, nor did he feel he couldn't stand it.

With a little effort, I might be able to get through it.

The strong smell of disinfectant that hits you as soon as you enter a medical room is really unpleasant.

He was a little annoyed.

The medical staff exchanged glances, their eyes filled with undisguised surprise. These people, who usually didn't care about gunshot wounds, had now come to the medical room on their own initiative because of a minor back injury.

Is there something wrong with his brain?

Or perhaps they were in a flirtatious relationship when they accidentally hurt each other.

Didn't you see there was a female comrade with him? The news of Lu Zhaolin getting married had already spread throughout the military region.

Song Qinghe noticed that their gazes towards her were a bit strange, and she felt that something was off. What was with those expressions?

She couldn't help but nudge Lu Zhaolin, hoping he would say something, but he remained silent.

Lu Zhaolin secretly took her hand. Let them look, their eyes are on other people's bodies, not their own.

Song Qinghe noticed his subtle movements and was about to say something when she realized that they were all looking at her like she was a warrior.

There's something wrong with their eyes. Why can't they just say what they mean?

It requires going around in circles and isn't straightforward at all.

Since they won't say it, then she will.

Song Qinghe paused for a moment, then said directly, "Could you please check if he has any broken bones? If he has broken bones, I'll take him to the hospital."

The doctor who spoke first didn't hesitate; everyone knew that Lu Zhaolin was the elite of the elite.

The regimental commander liked him the most, and always asked Lu Zhaolin to solve any problems.

If anything were to happen to him, not only Lu Zhaolin himself, but even the regimental commander might skin them alive. The consequences would be something they couldn't afford.

So they quickly and politely invited Lu Zhaolin to lie down on the hospital bed and gave him a thorough examination.

When Lu Zhaolin saw that it was a female doctor coming over, he immediately turned away and said, "Don't come any closer. Tell me how to do the examination, and have my wife come over to do it."

Song Qinghe was stunned by his tense expression and couldn't quite process what he was saying. Was Lu Zhaolin serious?

I knew he upheld male virtues, but I never expected him to be so virtuous.

This really surprised her. Looking at the female doctors, it was clear that this wasn't the first time they had faced such a situation. They shrugged at her.

They indicated that it wasn't that they didn't want to check, but rather that Lu Zhaolin simply refused to cooperate.