When the hospital director asked Zhao Yiheng what kind of special medicine he was using, Zhao Yiheng looked troubled. He subtly implied to the director that the ward was not a place to talk.

The dean immediately understood and said that his office was nice.

Zhao Yiheng nodded in agreement.

Before leaving, he asked the hospital director to remove all the patients, their families, doctors, and nurses who were gathered outside the ward, citing the patient's need for quiet rest after waking up.

Watching everyone leave, Chen Guangyao, Zhou Feng, and another comrade who were guarding outside the ward relaxed a little.

"They're finally gone." Chen Guangyao looked relieved.

Zhou Feng and another comrade nodded in agreement. Zhou Feng waved the lunchbox in his hand and said, "If they don't leave soon, this food will get cold. I'll take it to Luo Ming first."

“I’ll go in with you.” After saying that, Chen Guangyao looked at the other comrade, “You’ll be fine guarding the door by yourself, won’t you?”

The comrade said, "No problem, you two go in. I'll stay at the door and call out if anything happens. There's only Luo Ming inside right now, so hurry up and don't cause any more trouble."

Luo Ming was seriously injured and his life hung by a thread, and everyone felt very guilty.

The captain didn't punish everyone immediately upon returning because they were still on a mission. But everyone knew that a reckoning would definitely follow once they got back.

Chen Guangyao gestured to the person in the shadows, then pushed open the ward door and walked in with Zhou Feng.

Hearing the sound, Luo Ming, lying in his hospital bed, instinctively tensed up. Opening his eyes, he saw Chen Guangyao and Zhou Feng enter, and his tension immediately eased.

Their eyes lit up when they saw the aluminum lunchbox Zhou Feng was carrying.

Luo Ming sat up and urged, "The person who brought me food, hurry up and bring it over, I'm starving."

As soon as they entered the room, Chen Guangyao and Zhou Feng's expressions changed drastically, and they rushed to the bedside in a few quick steps.

"Can you sit up? You just woke up and you're already making a fuss. Don't you want to live?" Chen Guangyao said anxiously. "Lie down quickly. Don't you know how badly you're injured?"

"I'm fine." Luo Ming didn't even look at Chen Guangyao; his eyes were only on the lunchbox Zhou Feng was carrying. He stretched out his hands towards Zhou Feng, his eyes fixed on the lunchbox.

"Stop dawdling, give me the lunchbox, I'm starving."

He was really, really, really starving to death.

Yesterday evening, he was sitting on his hospital bed, idly waiting for his comrade to bring him food. When the assassin entered the room, he thought it was his comrade bringing him food.

He only realized the danger when the assassin launched his attack, but unfortunately, his fighting skills were lacking, and he almost died.

He knew how badly he was injured and thought he wouldn't survive. But to his surprise, he woke up again this morning, and his injuries had healed considerably.

"Are your injuries no longer painful?" Zhou Feng asked, puzzled by his normal expression and energetic appearance.

"Of course it still hurts," Luo Ming replied quickly, then continued urging, "Give me the lunchbox! You've been holding onto it and not giving it to me, are you trying to starve me to death?"

The urging eventually turned into an interrogation.

"Can you please stop this? If you make your wound reopen, you'll be in big trouble when Zhao Yiheng comes back." Chen Guangyao said threateningly, but his eyes were full of worry.

Yesterday evening, they went to the hospital cafeteria for dinner together and brought food for Luo Ming. Just as they reached the hospital building, Zhou Feng told him that he could vaguely hear fighting sounds coming from the ward.

He was the first to rush upstairs, and when he entered the ward, he saw Luo Ming lying in a pool of blood. A doctor wearing a mask had a knife in his hand and his foot on Luo Ming's chest.

Just as the knife was about to fall on Luo Ming's neck, he rushed over and kicked the doctor away.

After several rounds of fighting, the doctor was subdued and pinned to the ground. Then, his comrades and Zhao Yiheng came in, and the doctor committed suicide by slitting his throat.

Zhao Yiheng was somewhat flustered when he saw Luo Ming, but after quickly calming down, he treated Luo Ming's wounds with a grim expression.

"I know, I know, I won't hurt myself." Luo Ming looked at Zhou Feng expectantly. "My injury is really nothing, hurry up and give me some food."

Zhou Feng handed the aluminum lunchbox he was carrying to Luo Ming, who happily accepted it.

"Seeing you like this makes me want to cry," Chen Guangyao said emotionally. He was happy that his teammate wouldn't die.

Upon hearing this, Luo Ming, who had just taken the lunchbox, turned cold and cursed, "I'm not dead yet, what are you crying for? Are you trying to bring me bad luck?"

"I don't want to cry anymore, I want to hit you." Chen Guangyao glared at him, his emotional state vanishing instantly.

Luo Ming promptly shut up; he couldn't beat Chen Guangyao. In their squad, apart from the captain, even the vice-captain couldn't defeat Chen Guangyao.

“Brother, we are all so happy that you’re alive.” Zhou Feng sat down by the hospital bed, his eyes filled with joy.

In short, the three grown men felt a pang of sadness, but mostly they were overjoyed to have survived such a close call.

Luo Ming quickly finished the porridge in his lunchbox, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said to Zhou Feng with a lingering desire, "Could you bring me a few pieces of braised pork for lunch?"

"I still want to eat braised pork!" Zhou Feng rolled his eyes at him. Who doesn't want to eat braised pork? Everyone wants to eat braised pork.

"You have to ask your sister-in-law first," Chen Guangyao said. "You can't eat braised pork until your sister-in-law agrees that you can eat it."

"What does my eating braised pork have to do with my sister-in-law..." Luo Ming suddenly stopped speaking, looking at Chen Guangyao with a blank expression. "What did you just say? Say it again."

Chen Guangyao repeated it again, adding that he could repeat it as many times as he wanted.

Then, Luo Ming was completely dumbfounded.

Zhou Feng, who was in the know, sat to the side, watching Luo Ming make a fool of himself with a grin.

"What the hell..." Luo Ming suddenly swore, then fired off three questions in quick succession, "What sister-in-law? Where did this sister-in-law come from? Who has a sister-in-law?"

“The captain’s wife,” Chen Guangyao replied. “The captain’s wife is very beautiful. But don’t think she’s just beautiful; she’s also incredibly capable.”

“Your life was saved by your sister-in-law. If she hadn’t come, you would be dead by now.”

"Tell me, tell me, what else do you know?" Zhou Feng looked at Chen Guangyao with a gossipy expression.

So Chen Guangyao told the two of them about Zhao Yiheng asking him to drive to pick up Qi Yanjue.

After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh, "Seeing you lying on the hospital bed like you were dead, I thought Zhao Yiheng had asked me to pick up the captain so that he could see you one last time."

"Zhao Yiheng also said that it might not only be the team leader he picks up, but also the team leader's wife."

"I was thinking, it's understandable to bring the captain to see you one last time, but what's the point of bringing the captain's wife to see you one last time?"

"Chen Guangyao." Luo Ming, who had been holding back for a while, finally couldn't bear it any longer and interrupted Chen Guangyao, "Could you please stop saying the words 'last time'?"

He felt a chill run down his spine.

“Yes, let’s not talk about seeing each other for the last time anymore. It makes my heart sink,” Zhou Feng echoed.

"Do you still want to listen to me?" Chen Guangyao glared angrily at the two men.

"Yes," they both answered in unison.

"Shut up if you want to." Seeing the two nod, Chen Guangyao continued, "After I said that, Zhao Yiheng kicked me and said that bringing the team leader's wife here was to save your life."

I turned around and ran away.

"My sister-in-law noticed that the team leader and I were in a hurry, so she told me to drive faster. As a result, she got carsick, very carsick."

"You didn't see it, my sister-in-law was so carsick that she couldn't walk. Our captain had to carry her all the way into the ward."

"Really? Our captain would hug a female comrade?" Luo Ming expressed his doubt, unable to imagine the scene of their wise and mighty captain hugging a female comrade.

“I can testify, it’s true,” Zhou Feng said. He and Chen Guangyao had watched the captain carry his sister-in-law upstairs.

At the door of the next ward, Qi Yanjue stared expressionlessly at the two men in front of him.

The translation of Will and Will.

Staring at them with the man's cold, wolf-like gaze, Will and the translator Zhou both felt a chill. For his own sake and that of his family, Will straightened his back and dared not back down.

Translator Zhou, forcing a smile, said, "Hello, we're looking for Song Yueying, Comrade Song. Is Comrade Song staying in this ward?"

"What is it?" Qi Yanjue asked in a deep voice.

The translator, Zhou, was taken aback by the question. Will had only told him he was looking for Song Yueying, but hadn't explained why. Therefore, he had no idea what Will had to do with Song Yueying.

He turned his head to look at Will beside him and translated Qi Yanjue's words to him.

The interaction between the two was what Qi Yanjue saw.

Will said something, and Zhou, the translator, looked at him in surprise and said something in return. Will nodded heavily, his expression stubborn.

Zhou, the translator, looked conflicted and troubled. In the end, he gritted his teeth and looked at Qi Yanjue.

"Mr. Will saw you coming out of Comrade Song's ward." Sensing the air pressure drop, Translator Zhou forced a question: "He wants to know what your relationship with Comrade Song is?"

Qi Yanjue narrowed his cold eyes and looked at Will, his imposing aura only increasing.

“I… I know Mr. Will’s question is a bit presumptuous. But please don’t be angry, Mr. Will meant no harm,” Zhou the translator quickly explained.

Although Will couldn't understand Chinese, he wasn't stupid and could tell that Qi Yanjue was angry.

He gave Qi Yanjue a friendly smile, then said something to Zhou the translator, and waited for him to translate it for Qi Yanjue.

Zhou, the translator, nodded and translated Will's words: "Mr. Will said that he regards Comrade Song as his benefactor and friend. He also repeatedly assured that he really has no ill intentions towards Comrade Song."

Qi Yanjue could tell whether Will had malicious intent or not. After considering it carefully, he said lightly, "Little Shadow and I are husband and wife."

When the words "husband and wife" came out of Qi Yanjue's mouth, he found that he was not as resistant as before.

Over the past few days, he seemed to have gradually adapted to her role as her husband without even realizing it.

Moreover, "Little Shadow" was how Song's mother addressed Song Yueying. He thought that since the two were husband and wife, they should have a more intimate way of addressing each other.

I just took it out and used it casually, and I didn't expect it to come out so naturally.

"Husband and wife." When Zhou the translator saw Qi Yanjue open the door, he guessed that the two were probably husband and wife.

Hearing Qi Yanjue admit it himself now, I feel a bit emotional. Comrade Song is so handsome! He even knows German; if only he could be a translator in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

They will definitely have a bright future.

"Zhou, what are you thinking about?" Will called out to Zhou, the translator, as he was waiting for him to translate what Qi Yanjue had said.

Zhou, the translator, glanced apologetically at Will and translated Qi Yanjue's words to him.

Upon learning that Qi Yanjue and Song Yueying were a couple, Will wasn't too surprised, but his attitude towards him became a little warmer.

He rattled off a string of German words.

Zhou, the translator, translated responsibly: "Mr. Will said that he came to see Comrade Song about something very, very important. Mr. Will has been looking for Comrade Song for the past few days."

"He really meant no harm, he just wanted to make a deal with Comrade Song, and he hoped you could let him meet Comrade Song."

After translating this passage, Zhou, the translator, could clearly feel sweat trickling down her back. She was facing this extremely imposing man, who was also Comrade Song's husband.

He simply couldn't bring himself to translate Will's original words.

Putting aside everything else, Will's way of addressing Comrade Song as "brave and beautiful girl" is enough to get him beaten up.

Having understood their purpose, Qi Yanjue didn't ask them how they knew Song Yueying was in the hospital. He knew he'd be foolish to ask that.

Will repeatedly emphasized that he had no ill intentions, and he could tell that Will indeed had no ill intentions, at least not at the moment.

"She's still asleep. I'll tell her you want to see her when she wakes up." After saying this, Qi Yanjue prepared to close the ward door, but Will stopped him.

Will then spoke a long, urgent speech.

Zhou, the translator, said, "Mr. Will said he hopes to wait here for Comrade Song to wake up. He also hopes you won't misunderstand; he's looking for Comrade Song because it's a matter of life and death."

"He didn't know if he would have another chance to come to China, and he really didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet Comrade Song."

"Because Mr. Will should have left for home two days ago. It's quite remarkable that he's stayed until today. There's really no time or reason for him to stay any longer."

"So, I hope you can let him wait here for Comrade Song to wake up."

Will was waiting for Song Yueying here, and Qi Yanjue had no reason to say anything. He understood this himself, and Will and the translator Zhou understood it as well.

People said they hoped he would let Will wait here, but it was just a greeting from Song Yueying's husband.

He frowned, wondering why Will was so eager to find Song Yueying.

A matter of life and death, a life... her... the medicine in her hand.

Will sought out Song Yueying because of the medicine she possessed.

Will has his eye on the medicine she has, and soon his family will find out about it. Then, before long, his country and other countries will know as well.

At that time, Song Yueying, who knows how to make medicine, will be in danger.

"Do as you please." Qi Yanjue closed the door swiftly this time, giving Will no chance to stop him.

He needed to explain the situation to Song Yueying before she met Will. He also needed to make it clear to her what dangers she would face if the medicine in her possession were to leak out.

As soon as he turned around, he met Song Yueying's hazy yet innocent eyes.

She sat on the hospital bed, the sunlight behind her making her look as if she were being gilded.

"Did I wake you up?" Qi Yanjue walked towards her.