Okay! It was her fault, she had no argument. Song Yueying remained silent and continued eating her orange.

Silence fell over the ward once again.

He thought she would say he misremembered again, but she didn't. A flicker of surprise crossed Qi Yanjue's mind. "The medicine you gave Will, was it the white pills you took out earlier?"

“No,” Song Yueying replied.

"What's the purpose of those white pills you took out earlier?" Qi Yanjue's gaze fell on Song Yueying's forehead, and a series of questions popped into his mind.

Was the wound on her forehead healed so quickly because she took the white pill?

Were his injuries prevented from killing him by taking her white pills?

If that's the case, then her white pills... Qi Yanjue dared not think any further.

His question about the white pills made Song Yueying wary. The orange in her hand suddenly lost its flavor, and she defensively retorted, "You didn't take the white pills, why are you asking?"

Sensing her wariness, Qi Yanjue suppressed his questions and replied calmly, "Nothing, just curious."

Song Yueying didn't believe he was just curious, but his expression didn't seem to be lying. Her guard lowered a bit, and she said, "It's for stopping bleeding and relieving pain."

"The pills you gave me before were white?" Qi Yanjue knew very well how badly he was injured; he had been prepared to sacrifice himself.

Unexpectedly...

When he opened his eyes and heard the nurse calling for the doctor, he initially thought he was hallucinating. Feeling that his injuries didn't hurt as much as usual, he thought...

He could now be certain that his injuries were not as painful as before, which was due to the medicine he had taken from Song Yueying.

“No.” Song Yueying shook her head.

No, Qi Yanjue frowned. Could she have other medicine? The moment the thought crossed his mind, he cursed himself for being stupid.

If Song Yueying could produce white pills, she could also produce other pills. Qi Yanjue was about to ask her what kind of pills she had given him when Song Yueying stopped him.

"This is a closely guarded secret." Song Yueying knew what he was going to ask, but she wouldn't tell him it was an antidote, otherwise she would have to explain why he was poisoned.

Having just transmigrated, she was unfamiliar with everything and naturally didn't trust anyone. She revealed her pills and knowledge of German to make money later.

Gas weapons are her trump card, and she won't reveal them unless absolutely necessary.

The phrase "a closely guarded secret" instantly silenced Qi Yanjue. Even with many doubts in his heart, he knew Song Yueying wouldn't answer them for him.

Song Yueying didn't care what Qi Yanjue was thinking. She turned her head and glanced at the sky outside the window. "It's getting late. I should go home."

She said she wanted to go home, and Qi Yanjue knew he couldn't stop her, especially since she acted as if she didn't recognize him.

Considering the distance between Song Yueying's production brigade and the county town, Qi Yanjue said, "Are you sure you can walk back to the production brigade before dark?"

"Definitely." Song Yueying nodded firmly. "Take good care of yourself and try to recover as soon as possible. Do you need me to contact your family to take care of you?"

The reason she asked this question was because Song Yueying felt that since everyone lived in the same production brigade, it wouldn't be a big deal for her to pass on a message for him.

Looking intently at her, Qi Yanjue remained silent.

A bad feeling rose in Song Yueying's heart, and she regretted asking that extra question.

He left a message of "Take care" and turned to walk towards the door of the ward.

Watching that figure leave without a backward glance, not even turning back, Qi Yanjue's old thought resurfaced and became certain of itself.

Song Yueying truly doesn't remember him, nor does she remember their relationship.

Time passed by, and the sky outside gradually darkened.

Dr. Zhao pushed open the ward door and went in. He saw Qi Yanjue sitting on the headboard, his head turned to one side, looking out the window as if he was thinking about something.

Furious, Dr. Zhao said with a stern face, "Qi Yanjue, you may not care about your own health, but please don't waste national resources."

Medicines are also considered national resources.

Turning to look at Dr. Zhao, ignoring his composed expression, Qi Yanjue asked, "You're here. Is Will awake? How is he feeling?"

After Song Yueying left, he felt that sitting would help him think, so he got up and sat down. However, whether he was lying down or sitting, he still couldn't figure out what he couldn't understand.

The only difference is that you tend to feel sleepy when lying down, but not when sitting.

"You're awake, and there's nothing wrong with your body." Dr. Zhao suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me you got up and sat down just to wait and ask about Will's condition?"

Qi Yanjue neither denied nor admitted it.

Dr. Zhao, who knew him well, knew he was right, and was furious again. "Did I say that this time you were injured, did you also injure your brain?"

"You're so badly injured, why aren't you lying down and resting? Why are you waiting to ask Will about his condition? Will isn't your mission, what business is it of yours?"

Qi Yanjue was speechless. He was waiting to ask about Will's health, not about Will's physical condition, but about the pill Will was taking.

Because of the strange feeling in his body and because Song Yueying spoke vaguely, he felt that Song Yueying's pills were not simple.

He wanted to confirm, and he also wanted to...

"And Song Yueying too, letting you do whatever you want, how is she taking care of the patients?" Only after saying this did Dr. Zhao realize that Song Yueying wasn't in the ward. "Where's Song Yueying?"

"I'm leaving," Qi Yanjue replied succinctly.

"How could you let her leave?" Upon hearing that Song Yueying had left, Dr. Zhao immediately sensed something was wrong. "Didn't we agree that she would stay here to take care of you?"

“That’s what you said, not what she said.” Qi Yanjue recalled what Song Yueying had said.

She said not to expect her to take care of him, and that he shouldn't try to use the debt of saving his life to blackmail her.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Dr. Zhao's eyes. He raised his hand to touch his nose and said with a forced smile, "Yeah, she even said earlier that we were working together to extort her."

Qi Yanjue didn't want to listen to his nonsense and asked directly, "When Will woke up, did he mention any unusual changes in his body?"

“An unusual change.” Dr. Zhao murmured, then thought carefully for a moment, shook his head and said, “No, the first thing Will said when he woke up was to ask about Song Yueying.”

He said that Song Yueying saved his life and even testified for him. He wanted to invite Song Yueying to a state-run restaurant to thank her properly.

"Will didn't say that you didn't know you were arranging tests for him." Qi Yanjue was annoyed by Dr. Zhao's nagging.

"Of course we'll arrange it." Dr. Zhao rolled her eyes at Qi Yanjue. "I and Director Luo did the full-body check-up for Will together, otherwise it wouldn't have been delayed until now."

"Tell me the result?" Qi Yanjue only wanted to know the result.