After finishing her sentence, Song Yueying turned around and leaned against the cabinet, taking an orange out of a net bag. She peeled the orange, ate a segment, and her eyes lit up immediately.

Hmm, it's quite sweet.

Seeing that Song Yueying was ignoring him like this, Qi Yanjue knew that he would not be able to get the information he needed to know how the wound on her forehead had healed today.

Remembering what the nurse had said, Qi Yanjue asked again, "Did you bring me to the hospital?"

"Hmm." Song Yueying nodded, swallowed the orange in her mouth, and said with a smile, "How about we make a deal? Since I brought you to the hospital, don't try to extort money from me..."

"Please don't make me pay for your medical expenses, okay?"

"You took a knife for me, so it's no problem for me to pay your medical expenses. But the problem is, I have no money right now, I really have no money."

"I am so grateful that you saved me, really, so very grateful."

As soon as the word "erroneous" left her lips, Song Yueying immediately corrected herself, but Qi Yanjue still heard her use the word "erroneous."

So she thought he was trying to extort money from her and make her pay for her medical expenses. Qi Yanjue's face darkened; he had never intended for her to pay for his medical expenses.

As for taking that knife for her, it was out of a soldier's mission to protect the people.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yanjue's expression suddenly changed. He tried to sit up by lifting the sheet, but Song Yueying stopped him.

"Don't move!" Song Yueying said, frowning. "The doctor said you need to lie down and rest for the next few days. Don't move around if you can avoid it."

Qi Yanjue nodded with a bright smile, pulling the sheet over himself. He recalled saving her life more than a year ago, only to have her cling to him, leaving him no choice but to marry her to protect her chastity.

The two got their marriage certificate in the morning, and he received a mission to return to his unit in the afternoon.

She was gone for a year. Her family said that when news of his death arrived, she collected his pension the very next day. She packed her bags, took his pension, and returned to her hometown to remarry.

"You don't need to thank me." Afraid of being pestered again, Qi Yanjue unusually explained, "I took the knife for you simply out of a soldier's mission to protect the people."

"Even if it were someone else today, I would take the knife for him."

Song Yueying didn't pay attention to what Qi Yanjue said after that; she only understood the first sentence. She interpreted it as him not wanting her gratitude, but only wanting her to pay for his medical expenses.

Fine, someone took a knife for her and saved her life, so it's only right that she pays their medical expenses.

While eating oranges, Song Yueying pondered how to make money quickly. In the 1970s, resources were severely scarce, and the buying and selling of goods was strictly regulated.

Making money is too difficult.

Suddenly hearing her muttering to herself, Qi Yanjue asked in surprise, "You want to make money?"

Hearing his question, Song Yueying realized she had inadvertently voiced her true feelings. So, in a fit of pique, she asked him, "Do you have any ways to make money?"

"No." Qi Yanjue immediately regretted asking that question.

Song Yueying was not surprised by this answer at all. She smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I was just desperate and asked you if you had any ways to make money."

"Why do you suddenly want to make money?" Qi Yanjue asked curiously, suddenly remembering that she had mentioned his medical expenses before.

She wants to make money; could it be that she wants to pay for his medical expenses?

How could he have the nerve to ask her why she suddenly wanted to make money? Song Yueying glanced at Qi Yanjue and said, "I'm out of money, so naturally I want to make some to spend."

The original owner was physically incapable of carrying anything, and had a mother who could go insane at any moment. If it weren't for the pension she received for her deceased husband and her position as a village doctor, she would have starved to death long ago.

"That's right, village doctor, I've thought of a way to make money." Song Yueying put the half-eaten orange on the cabinet, turned around and ran towards the door.

Watching her figure disappear through the door, Qi Yanjue's lips twitched a few times.

Dr. Zhao walked into the ward carrying a military green water bottle, then casually closed and locked the door.

Qi Yanjue was staring blankly at the roof when he heard the sound, and his body immediately went into a defensive stance. He turned his head and saw Dr. Zhao walking in, and his body slowly relaxed.

As Dr. Zhao walked, he said to Qi Yanjue, "I just saw Song Yueying run away in a hurry. What did you say to her that made her run away in such a rush?"

"She's in a hurry to make money." Qi Yanjue struggled to sit up.

"No wonder she didn't hear me when I called her several times, she was in a hurry to make money." Seeing him sit up without changing his expression, Dr. Zhao asked, "Doesn't your wound hurt when you sit up like that?"

"I don't feel the pain I used to experience," Qi Yanjue said honestly.

After carefully observing Qi Yanjue's expression, Dr. Zhao realized that he did not appear to be enduring pain, so he did not say anything more.

He opened the kettle lid and handed the kettle to Qi Yanjue.

Qi Yanjue didn't stand on ceremony and took the water bottle to drink.

"By the way, why is Song Yueying in such a hurry to make money?" Dr. Zhao brought the conversation back on track, teasing Qi Yanjue before he could answer, "It's not to earn money for your medical expenses, is it?"

Qi Yanjue froze in his drinking motion, glancing speechlessly at Dr. Zhao. He had indeed guessed correctly.

Seeing Qi Yanjue's speechless expression, Dr. Zhao paused for a few seconds, then said incredulously, "No way, no way? Is the sun going to rise in the west tomorrow?"

"Did she really go to earn money for your medical expenses?"

Qi Yanjue threw the water bottle in his hand into Dr. Zhao's arms without saying a word, mainly because he didn't want to be ridiculed.

He was furious because he'd guessed correctly. Dr. Zhao was incredibly curious, but he knew he couldn't get the information Qi Yanjue didn't want to say, so he simply stopped asking.

After putting the kettle lid on and casually placing it on the cabinet, Dr. Zhao sat down by the bedside and said in a low voice, "They came back and said that this wave of problems has been cleaned up."

"We have no casualties on our side, only three wounded, all of whom are minor injuries."

"Hmm." Qi Yanjue nodded to indicate that he understood, then lowered his head and remained silent for a while before saying in a low voice, "Send two people to check the alley where I was surrounded and attacked."

"Okay," Dr. Zhao replied, then asked, "Do you suspect there's something in that alley?"

"I'm not sure," Qi Yanjue gave a negative answer. "It's just that I feel like I've forgotten something, but I can't remember what it is."

"It just feels very strange."

Dr. Zhao asked, "What's strange?"

"How long was I unconscious?" Qi Yanjue asked instead of answering.

"Two hours," Dr. Zhao replied, then frowned. "I was just about to ask you if you used any special medication after the injury."

Two hours? He was only unconscious for two hours? Qi Yanjue suddenly looked up at Dr. Zhao and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure I was unconscious for two hours?"

"I'm sure." Dr. Zhao nodded, his expression turning serious as he observed Qi Yanjue's expression. "You were definitely only unconscious for two hours. Is there a problem?"

Qi Yanjue didn't answer, but what he was thinking was that there was a big problem.

He was only unconscious for two hours, but Song Yueying's forehead injury was so serious, how could she have recovered completely in just two hours?