Chapter 160
Wen Yanxi stretched his arms, a hint of meaning flashing in his eyes, "Yes, it will be fine by the time we get married." He paused, the corners of his lips raised meaningfully, "If it's not fine, how will he collect the interest?"
Chen Zhaoyue's face flushed, and she pretended not to understand the hidden meaning in his words, concentrating on re-bandaging his wound. Her fingers were gentle and professional, and every movement was just right, neither hurting him nor making sure the bandage was secure.
After changing the medicine, the two went to the health center together.
The autumn sun shines on the path, and the wild grass on the roadside is covered with crystal dewdrops.
As soon as they entered the health center, Chen Zhaoyue and Wen Yanxi saw from afar Gao Wen supporting a young soldier walking slowly in the corridor.
"Xiao Liu can get out of bed?" Chen Zhaoyue quickened her pace in surprise, not even thinking about how Gao Wen would take care of Xiao Liu personally.
Gao Wen looked up and saw them, a smile spreading across her face. "Yes, today was the first time I walked. It's such a serious injury, and you've recovered to this level in just over half a month. It's a miracle."
Soldier Xiao Liu's face was still a little pale, but his eyes were bright and lively. Seeing Wen Yanxi, he instinctively wanted to stand at attention and salute, but Wen Yanxi stopped him with a look.
"How do you feel?" Wen Yanxi asked, the concern in his tone was well concealed, but still caught by Shen Zhaoyue.
"Report... Uh, I feel much better." Xiao Liu scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "But my legs are still a little weak."
Chen Zhaoyue carefully examined his injuries. "You are indeed recovering quickly, but you still can't be careless. Injuries to the internal organs require longer time to recuperate. You must rest for at least a month after being discharged from the hospital. You can't do any heavy work. Do you understand?"
Xiao Liu nodded repeatedly, a blush of gratitude on his face, "Thank you, Doctor Shen, for troubling you during this time."
"This is what we should do." Chen Zhaoyue smiled, and suddenly remembered something, "Wait a moment."
She turned and walked into the pharmacy. A moment later, she came out with a bottle of medicine and handed it to Xiao Liu. "Drink this before you leave. It will help you recover."
It was ordinary boiled water mixed with spiritual spring water. It looked nothing special, but after Xiao Liu took it and drank it all, he immediately felt a warm current sliding from his throat into his stomach, and then spreading to his limbs and bones. He felt much more energetic.
"Thank you," Xiao Liu's face turned even redder, perhaps because of the magical effect of the water or because of her shyness in front of Shen Zhaoyue. "If you feel unwell, I will come to the health center."
Wen Yanxi calmly took a half step forward, just blocking Xiao Liu's gaze towards Chen Zhaoyue. "Recover well after you return. This is an order."
"Yes!" Xiao Liu straightened his back subconsciously, and then slowly walked back to the ward with the support of Gao Wen. His comrades would come to take him back to the dormitory later.
After seeing Xiao Liu off, work at the clinic continued as normal. Although Wen Yanxi's injuries hadn't fully healed, he was in good health and had already begun to resume simple exercise.
Chen Zhaoyue originally wanted to keep his arm hanging for two more days, but after Wen Yanxi repeatedly assured her that he would never act recklessly, Chen Zhaoyue did not hang his arm anymore.
After Wen Yanxi went to the army, Chen Zhaoyue received the villagers who came for treatment in the clinic, and then went straight into the pharmacy to continue dispensing medicine.
It was almost lunchtime, and there were no patients in the clinic. Shen Zhaoyue sat by the window, sorting through medical records. The only sound in the silence was the scratching of the pen across the paper.
Chen Zhaoyue occasionally looked up, her eyes unconsciously drifting towards Wen Yanxi, who had come to the clinic to find her at some point and was now sitting quietly outside the door waiting for her.
Wen Yanxi stared intently at the slogans on the wall, a few strands of black hair falling casually across his forehead, softening his usually hard, cold features. The sunlight shone on the side of his face, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.
As if sensing her gaze, Wen Yanxi suddenly turned his head, accurately catching her gaze. Chen Zhaoyue hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on the medical records in her hands, but her ears were quietly tinged with red.
Wen Yanxi raised the corner of his lips slightly, but did not point it out. He just turned his head back. However, this time, his attention could no longer be focused on the slogan on the wall.
His thoughts drifted back to that thrilling day - the hissing sound of the explosive pack, Xiao Liu's terrified face, the moment he rushed over... then the severe pain, darkness, and the horrific scene he saw the first time he opened his eyes.
Wen Yanxi's gaze drifted to Chen Zhaoyue again. She was concentrating on writing, her brows slightly furrowed. A strand of hair fell on her cheek, swaying gently with her breathing. He suddenly felt an urge to tuck that strand of hair behind her ear.
"What's wrong?" Chen Zhaoyue seemed to feel his gaze and looked up.
Wen Yanxi quickly found a reasonable question: "I was thinking that Xiao Liu's injury recovered very quickly."
Chen Zhaoyue nodded, "Yes, it's much faster than expected. It's a good thing that young people have strong recovery abilities."
Her eyes wandered for a moment, and Wen Yanxi keenly caught this. He knew that it was not just the resilience of young people - that glass of "water" must have a secret.
Chen Zhaoyue also always let him drink water.
But he wasn't going to ask. Everyone had their own secrets, he had them, and so did she. The important thing was that she used them to save people.
When the lunch bell rang at the clinic, Chen Zhaoyue finished her half-day work and walked side by side with her on the way to the cafeteria. The autumn wind blew, rustling the leaves on the roadside, and a few early yellow leaves swirled and fell.
“It’s getting cold,” Chen Zhaoyue said softly, “Starting tomorrow, you really can’t take a cold shower.”
Wen Yanxi turned his head to look at her with a smile in his eyes, "Care about me?"
Chen Zhaoyue rolled her eyes at him and said, “I’m a doctor, and it’s my duty to remind patients.”
"Just duty?" His voice was low, with a hint of temptation.
Chen Zhaoyue didn't answer, but her slightly red earlobes betrayed her.
Wen Yanxi chuckled and stopped teasing her.
When they were almost at the cafeteria, Wen Yanxi suddenly asked, "Do you have any special ideas about the wedding?"
"Just keep it simple... In this situation, it's not appropriate to be too ostentatious." Chen Zhaoyue was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
Her background as a daughter of a capitalist family might cause trouble for Wen Yanxi and Wen Qimin.
Those who wanted to cause trouble didn't care whether her grandfather was a red capitalist or not.
In their view, anyone who has anything to do with capitalists is not a good person.
Chen Zhaoyue didn't want to embarrass Wen Yanxi, nor did she want to cause trouble for Wen Qimin.
Holding a wedding is supposed to be a joyous occasion. What she cares about most is who she holds the wedding with, not the process.
Chen Zhaoyue wanted an impressive and unique wedding, but she didn't want her background as a daughter of a capitalist family to leave a strong mark on her wedding.
"I'm sorry for putting you through this." Wen Yanxi's voice was so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind.
Chen Zhaoyue heard it, she stopped and looked at him seriously, "Don't feel wronged. At this time, being able to live safely and help those in need is already good."
Wen Yanxi gazed at her, the bright sunlight casting a warm glow in her eyes. He suddenly understood why he was repeatedly drawn to this woman—not just by her beauty and intelligence, but also by her resilience and kindness, even in difficult times.
"Chen Zhaoyue," he rarely called her by her full name, his tone serious, "I will treat you well."
This sudden promise stunned Shen Zhaoyue.
When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still.
After a long time, Chen Zhaoyue nodded slightly, with a gentle arc at the corner of his lips, "I know."
Three simple words, yet they carry a weight of weight.
It is trust, entrustment, and the promise of two souls leaning on each other in this turbulent era.
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