Seeing that Zuo Ling still hadn't remembered, the young soldier grew anxious:

"Don't you remember? You threw me downstairs, washed me like a mop, tied me up to wipe your fire door, and stepped on me to scrub the floor. How could you forget me?"

The young soldier became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and his eyes even reddened.

After carefully examining it for a while, Zuo Ling burst into laughter, "Young Master He, it's you!"

She only ever tricked Young Master He, so naturally she wouldn't forget it.

The young soldier was overjoyed: "It's me, it's me, sister! You remembered me, I'm He Guiqi."

Out of respect for He Guizi, Zuo Ling had no choice but to let He Guiqi into the house.

With a quick glance, Xiao Hao hurried home, determined to hide anything that shouldn't be there.

Fearing that Xiao Hao might not clean it properly, Pei Nansheng followed him inside.

He Guiqi then noticed that there was another person in the yard, one big and one small, each with a sniper rifle.

He scratched his head. It wasn't Zuo Ling who saved him, but the one big and one small?

"What are you doing here? Where are you hurt?"

She grimaced, on the verge of tears, thinking to herself, "It's all your fault. Otherwise, would I have come to this godforsaken place?"

What came out of her mouth was: "Sister, my arm is injured. Do you have any medicine for it?"

Hearing from my comrades that Kyoto had fallen, and wondering how things were back home, I felt a deep sadness.

He finally met someone from Kyoto, even someone he had beaten up before, and felt a sense of kinship with them.

"Come in."

The courtyard was lush with greenery, and He Guiqi's eyes widened as he looked at the melons and fruits hanging on the vines.

"Aren't you coming in?" Zuo Ling urged.

"Oh, oh, here it comes, here it comes." He Guiqi reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Upon entering the house, the cool air made He Guiqi feel much better, and he looked around curiously.

Pei Nansheng and Xiao Hao cleared away all the food in the house, and took away the ice basins and fresh flowers that were placed everywhere.

"Sister, your house has air conditioning! That's so nice."

When He Guiqi was in the army, let alone air conditioning, dozens of people shared one fan, and the air it produced was over 40 degrees Celsius.

Zuo Ling's family not only had air conditioning, but also ceiling fans and floor fans, which made He Guiqi's eyes sparkle with envy.

Looking at his envious eyes, no one would believe that he is the grandson of the richest family in Kyoto.

Zuo Ling smiled but did not answer, and asked Pei Nansheng to treat He Guiqi's injuries.

Pei Nansheng took out the first aid kit, which contained iodine, anti-inflammatory solution, hydrogen peroxide, sutures, wound spray, Yunnan Baiyao, large bandages... Each item made He Guiqi's eyes light up.

When I first joined the army, I often got scrapes and bruises while training with my comrades.

He was used to being a pampered young master, and he would go to the clinic for even the smallest injury, getting scolded by the nurses several times.

Only then did I realize that medical resources were scarce. For ordinary injuries, you could just apply some anti-inflammatory lotion and bear it for a while, but only serious injuries could be treated.

But Zuo Ling casually produced so many wound medicines, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

She swallowed hard and softened her voice: "Sister, do you have any food? I haven't eaten for two days."

He licked his lips, revealing a pitiful little expression like a puppy.

Zuo Ling: "..."

The grandson of the richest man, is he really good at playing the victim?

"Yes, eat after the wound is treated."