Seeing Song Yueying straighten up, Qi Yanjue walked over, picked up an enamel cup from the low cabinet, and handed it to her, saying, "Have some water and rest for a bit."

"Thank you." After saying thank you, Song Yueying took the enamel mug. Her fingers touched the cold mug and she found that it contained cold boiled water.

She glanced at Qi Yanjue with surprise, then lowered her head and slowly drank her water, swallowing a green pill under the cover of the enamel cup.

Zhao Yiheng walked over and stood next to Qi Yanjue. He didn't say anything, but stared intently at Song Yueying.

I plan to ask her about Luo Ming's situation after she finishes drinking the water.

Song Yueying, who was drinking water, choked on her drink and coughed violently when he stared at her. Qi Yanjue walked to her side, took the enamel cup from her hand, and frowned at her.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Yiheng leaned closer and asked with concern.

Song Yueying was coughing and couldn't answer, so she just waved her hand.

"Look at the question I asked. How could you be alright when you're coughing so badly?" Zhao Yiheng said, nudging Qi Yanjue with his elbow and winking at Qi Yanjue as Qi Yanjue looked at him.

Not understanding Zhao Yiheng's meaning, Qi Yanjue glanced at him and then looked away, continuing to watch Song Yueying who was coughing.

Zhao Yiheng was filled with such hatred!

My good friend is such a blockhead! What a rare opportunity for him to shine! Instead of showing off, he just stands there like an idiot, staring blankly. No wonder his wife runs away.

Enraged, Zhao Yiheng kicked Qi Yanjue and said through gritted teeth, "Give your wife a pat on the back! Can't you see how badly she's coughing?"

"If you don't feel sorry for her, then pat her back and help her catch her breath."

Qi Yanjue then understood what his friend meant and gently patted Song Yueying's back.

Watching his friend's clumsy movements, Zhao Yiheng was still satisfied. Although it was only moving when poked, at least it moved, and it wasn't too clumsy; the boy was teachable.

After coughing for a while, Song Yueying had just caught her breath when she realized that Qi Yanjue's patting of her back was too intimate, so she quickly raised her hand to stop him from patting her back.

"No need to take any more pictures, thank you," Song Yueying said softly.

His eyes flickered, and Qi Yanjue withdrew his hand, asking, "Would you like some more water?"

"Okay." Song Yueying replied, took the water glass from Qi Yanjue, and drank the water in the glass.

After swallowing most of a glass of water along with the green pills, Song Yueying felt much better.

Seeing that she had finished drinking all the water in her glass, Qi Yanjue asked, "Would you like more?"

"No need." Holding the enamel cup in both hands, Song Yueying looked at the two large men standing in front of her. Both men were very handsome, but the auras they exuded were completely different.

Knowing they were waiting for her to tell her about the injured person's condition, Song Yueying said directly, "The injured person's condition has stabilized and he should wake up tomorrow morning."

"Give him some water first. After half an hour, he can eat and drink as usual. There's no need to prescribe any more medicine. His body will gradually recover."

"That tiny pill can have such a big effect?" Zhao Yiheng stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Each of the pills she makes is precious, which explains their powerful effects. For example, the green pills are used to repair hidden injuries and damage caused by illness.

She didn't eat when she was carsick because she didn't want to throw up right after eating and waste food.

I didn't eat anything after vomiting because I couldn't stand the taste in my mouth and couldn't swallow it.

Now that she's eaten, she feels refreshed and invigorated.

"The patient's body will tell you how effective the pills are. If you're still worried, you can ask him." Song Yueying looked at Qi Yanjue.

The meaning is obvious.

Song Yueying would definitely get angry if someone questioned the effectiveness of her pills.

But Zhao Yiheng questioned whether she would be angry.

Because Zhao Yiheng was the injured person's attending physician and had stayed by their side the whole time, he knew better than anyone how serious the injuries were.

In fact, one could say that Zhao Yiheng believed the injured person might not survive. Since her small pill had turned the tide, he naturally questioned it.

Unless he sees it with his own eyes, it's hard for him to believe that such a tiny pill could have such a powerful effect.

"I..." Zhao Yiheng wanted to explain, but Song Yueying didn't want to hear it.

"You'll know once you give the injured person a full check-up tomorrow." Actions speak louder than words. Song Yueying didn't want to say too much at the moment. She looked at Qi Yanjue, "Are we going back to the village now?"

Before Qi Yanjue could answer, Zhao Yiheng said, "It's already late at night. You've gone back to the village too late. There are no patients scheduled for the ward next door."

"Why don't you rest in the next ward for the night and then go back to the village tomorrow?"

Song Yueying neither agreed nor disagreed; she looked at Qi Yanjue, silently asking for his opinion.

She looked at herself, and Qi Yanjue immediately understood what she meant. He was somewhat surprised that she would ask for his opinion, remembering how uncomfortable she looked when she got carsick…

He decisively said, "Yiheng is right. It's too late for us to go back to the village now. Let's rest in the next ward for the night and go back tomorrow morning."

He didn't mention her motion sickness, but instead went along with Zhao Yiheng's suggestion that it was too late. But Song Yueying knew that he had taken her motion sickness into account.

Smiling and nodding, Song Yueying said, "Okay, I'll listen to my brother."

The words "I'll listen to my brother" flowed into Qi Yanjue's heart like a clear spring, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother!" Song Yueying called Yan Jue "brother"? Zhao Yiheng's eyes widened. What kind of trick were these two playing?

Husband and wife turned into siblings?

Or was I overthinking it? Was Song Yueying actually calling him "brother" to her lover? It didn't seem like it, because there wasn't a trace of affection in Song Yueying's eyes when she looked at Qi Yanjue.

Whether one person has feelings for another is first revealed in their eyes.

Zhao Yiheng felt that he was really worried sick about his friend.

After her motion sickness subsided, Song Yueying began to feel sleepy. Qi Yanjue took her to the next ward, and she fell asleep within minutes of climbing into bed.

After watching her fall asleep, Qi Yanjue left the ward and called Chen Guangyao to stand guard at the ward door.

Chen Guangyao asked with a grin, "Captain, aren't you going to stay with your wife?"

Qi Yanjue glanced at him indifferently, and Chen Guangyao suddenly stood up straight and gave a standard military salute, "Please rest assured, Captain, I guarantee to complete the mission."

"Don't let anyone disturb her sleep," Qi Yanjue instructed, before stepping into the adjacent ward.

"Yes." Chen Guangyao breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the captain walk into the ward and the door close.

Zhou Feng leaned close to Chen Guangyao and whispered gossip to him, "Guess why our captain isn't with his wife?"

"I won't guess. If you're so capable, go ask the captain." Chen Guangyao learned his lesson after being reprimanded by the captain's glare and dared not gossip about the captain and his wife anymore.

"I'm incompetent." Zhou Feng looked scared; he didn't dare ask the captain.

"Coward," Chen Guangyao said with disdain. Zhou Feng returned the look with disdain, his eyes seeming to say, "If you're not a coward, then that salute you just gave was a joke."

Apart from the military doctor Zhao Yiheng, who in the team would dare to joke with the captain?

In the hospital ward.

Qi Yanjue and Zhao Yiheng stood side by side in front of the hospital bed, both with serious expressions. Seeing Luo Ming's breathing had stabilized, their hearts finally felt half relieved.

"Tell me about what happened back then," Qi Yanjue said.

Zhao Yiheng promptly recounted the events of that day, causing Qi Yanjue to frown repeatedly as he listened. By the time Zhao Yiheng finished speaking, his expression had become terribly grim.

It wasn't because they were the assassin's target, but because their own people were too careless. If they lost their vigilance before the mission was even complete, how could they possibly succeed?

He didn't want to say anything like, "If everyone had been more careful, Luo Ming wouldn't have been so badly injured."

The deed is done, there's no point in saying such things. Qi Yanjue said decisively, "There are still spies hiding in the hospital."

Zhao Yiheng nodded. "There might be more than one. They are secretly observing us, paying close attention to our movements, and seizing any opportunity to make their move."

"Otherwise, the assassin wouldn't have been able to bypass us so easily and enter the ward to carry out the assassination."

“Their target is me.” An idea took shape in Qi Yanjue’s mind.

Not understanding the underlying meaning in his words, Zhao later chimed in, "That's right, they're after you, and it won't be easy to catch them."

"With so many people coming and going from the hospital every day, it's really hard to tell who the spy is. Doctors' white coats aren't strictly controlled; if you're determined, you can easily get your hands on one."

Qi Yanjue did not respond.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Yiheng blamed himself and said, "It was our carelessness that gave the opponent an opportunity. I have an unshirkable responsibility for Luo Ming's serious injury."

"Whoever is responsible should take responsibility. We'll settle the score when we get back," Qi Yanjue said, glancing at Zhao Yiheng indifferently.

His friend was known for his impartiality; he wouldn't cover for anyone or wrongly accuse anyone. Zhao Yiheng nodded resignedly; they really should keep a close eye on things.

"How is he?" Qi Yanjue asked.

He didn't specify who he was talking about, but Zhao Yiheng knew he was referring to Luo Ming. "As Song Yueying said, Luo Ming's condition has stabilized, his wounds have stopped bleeding, and they are healing at an astonishing speed."

"Judging from the current situation, Luo Ming should wake up by tomorrow morning at the latest."

"Yanjue, your injuries healed so quickly because of this medicine of hers, right? Have you asked her how much of this medicine she has left? And whether she'd be willing to sell it to us?"

“I didn’t ask her how much of this medicine she had left.” Qi Yanjue shook his head. “But she said that the cost of making this kind of pill is very high, and she is currently short of the medicinal materials.”

"They also said they would take stock of the medicinal herbs they had on hand before deciding what kind of pills to make."

"With the limited medicinal materials she currently has, the pills she can make won't be as effective as this medicine. But she can guarantee that they will be much more effective than the medicines currently available on the market."

Qi Yanjue repeated what Song Yueying had told him.

"Even a clever cook can't make a meal without rice." Zhao Yiheng understood this, but seeing that his friend hadn't answered his other question, he asked again, "Would she be willing to sell the medicine to us?"

"I didn't say," Qi Yanjue answered truthfully, because Song's mother was awakened by a nightmare, and the conversation ended there.

"What do you mean she didn't say? It's such a simple question, whether she's willing or not, how could she not have said anything?" Zhao Yiheng asked suspiciously, "Did she not say, or did you not ask?"

Qi Yanjue replied expressionlessly, "I asked, but she didn't have time to answer."

Indeed, nothing was said, and Zhao Yiheng didn't know what to say.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Soon, Qi Yanjue broke the silence, "After Luo Ming wakes up tomorrow, release the news that he is recovering."

“You’re trying to lure the snake out of its hole.” Zhao Yiheng understood his intentions almost instantly. “But Luo Ming is recovering and has no ability to protect himself. What if he encounters another assassination attempt…”

Zhao Yiheng's words were automatically silenced. He stared wide-eyed at Qi Yanjue, "You will replace Luo Ming."

“I’m the one in charge. Luo Ming’s serious injuries are because of me.” Qi Yanjue nodded.

“Then you don’t need to put yourself in danger!” Zhao Yiheng strongly objected. “The spies lurking in the hospital can be left to the local military to investigate.”

"Besides, your injuries are still healing, what if..."

Zhao Yiheng didn't dare to imagine what might happen.

"Man proposes, God disposes." Qi Yanjue made the final decision.

"Bullshit." Seeing that he couldn't persuade his friend, Zhao Yiheng cursed angrily. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, "Don't you think about your own safety, or Song Yueying's?"

"More than a year ago, she faced the news of your sacrifice once. You finally came back from the dead, do you want her to face it again?"

"She doesn't remember who I am at all, and even thinks I'm her biological brother from the same parents." Qi Yanjue said helplessly when talking about this.

Zhao Yiheng asked in surprise, "You two are husband and wife, you're her husband! She treats you like her own brother, you didn't explain that to her clearly."

"I explained, but she wouldn't listen." That little woman's persistence was exasperating.

Zhao Yiheng was stunned.

No wonder Song Yueying called Qi Yanjue "brother"; she thought Qi Yanjue was her biological brother from the same parents.

He had even thought that Song Yueying calling him "brother" was actually calling him "love brother," but he was clearly overthinking it.

Qi Yanjue glanced disdainfully at Zhao Yiheng's dazed expression and turned to leave. Then, remembering something, he stopped and looked back at Zhao Yiheng.

"The pills she made are very effective, so don't question them anymore." With that, Qi Yanjue walked straight out of the ward.

Watching his friend's figure disappear outside the ward door, Zhao Yiheng's lips twitched. The next moment, a gloating smile appeared on his gentle and handsome face.

He warned himself because of Song Yueying, which meant he had fallen for her. Unfortunately, Song Yueying treated him like her own brother.

Qi Yanjue went straight back to the next ward. Seeing Song Yueying sleeping soundly, he felt a strange sense of peace and tranquility.

the next day.

The hospital was in an uproar this morning because a patient who had been seriously injured yesterday and whom doctors had predicted would not live past the next day had woken up.

When the doctor went to make rounds, he saw the man sitting on the bed drinking water and was so frightened that he ran out of the room shouting. Soon, all the doctors, nurses, patients, and their families in the hospital knew about it.

The hospital director, along with the heads of various departments, personally visited the ward to examine the patient. After the examination, the director shook Zhao Yiheng's hand and said, "Dr. Zhao, you are amazing."

"This is not only a medical miracle, but also a human miracle!"