Yang Qingyan packed up the silver needles and said goodbye to Mu Nanhe. Mu Nanhe looked at Yang Qingyan, and he secretly wondered about her extraordinary medical skills, but he didn't say anything.
Yang Qingyan thought that she needed to take good care of her weak body, and after much thought, she decided to buy a chicken and make ginseng soup. She found Mu Nanhe and asked, "Mu Nanhe, do you know where to buy chicken nearby?"
Mu Nanhe thought for a moment, and then he remembered that He Zhengping had mentioned it in a casual chat before, so he said, "I remember He Zhengping said that there is one in the village next door. Why don't we go there and take a look?"
Yang Qingyan's eyes lit up and she nodded, "Okay, let's go now."
After a brief preparation, the two set off towards the next village. Along the way, the sun shone on the country road, the crops in the fields on both sides swayed in the wind, and occasionally a few birds could be heard.
Soon, they arrived at the villager's home. The villager was very enthusiastic. When he heard that they were here to buy chickens, he quickly brought out all the chickens he raised and let them choose. Yang Qingyan immediately liked a hen with shiny feathers and full of energy. She pointed at it and said to the villager, "Master, we want this one."
The fellow villager smiled and nodded, and helped to catch and tie up the chicken. Mu Nanhe paid, and the two thanked the fellow villager and walked back with the chicken.
After returning home, Yang Qingyan could not wait to go into the kitchen, clean the chicken, cut the ginseng into slices, put them all into the casserole, added appropriate amount of water, and began to stew slowly.
As time goes by, the kitchen is gradually filled with an alluring aroma. The rich smell of chicken soup mixed with the unique fragrance of ginseng makes people salivate.
Mu Nanhe helped out on the side, occasionally passing her some seasoning. Looking at Yang Qingyan's busy and focused look, his heart was filled with tenderness.
Finally, the chicken soup was ready. Yang Qingyan opened the lid of the pot, and the steam was rising. The chicken soup was golden yellow, and the chicken was tender and juicy. She scooped out a bowl and drank a big sip with satisfaction. The delicious taste spread in her mouth instantly, and the warmth spread throughout her body. She enjoyed it so much that she couldn't help but close her eyes, with a happy smile on her face.
Mu Nanhe stood aside, looking at her like this, his mouth corners unconsciously raised, his eyes full of affection. He seemed to feel at home for the first time.
After dinner, Yang Qingyan took a nice nap. After getting up, she walked to the yard and saw Mu Nanhe chopping wood in the yard. He swung the axe with neat movements, and pieces of wood were easily split in his hands.
Seeing this, Yang Qingyan frowned slightly, took a few quick steps forward and asked, "Is the injury on your back healed? Why are you doing such strenuous work?"
Mu Nanhe heard the sound, stopped what he was doing, stood up, with a few beads of sweat on his forehead. He smiled and said nonchalantly: "I'm going to the army tomorrow, so I thought I'd chop some for you, enough for these two days."
Yang Qingyan felt warm in her heart, but she still said: "Don't chop it anymore, come here and I'll show you the wound."
Mu Nanhe did not refuse, put down the axe, walked up to her, and took off his clothes neatly. Yang Qingyan came closer to take a closer look, and saw that the blood scabs on his back where he was scratched by the stone had begun to fall off, and the new skin was light pink, and the healing was going well. She couldn't help but secretly admire that this man was a military man, and his physique was good. It only took one or two hours for the wound to heal almost completely.
When Mu Nanhe turned around, Yang Qingyan's eyes accidentally swept across his chest and saw a bullet hole scar. Although the scar had healed, it was still eye-catching, as if silently telling of the thrilling experience.
Mu Nanhe noticed her gaze and his expression dimmed slightly, then he regained his composure and said calmly, "This was left behind when I was on a mission a few months ago. It's healed now, don't worry."
Yang Qingyan's heart tightened. Although she came from Taiwan and had seen many deaths, she couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes when she thought of Mu Nanhe running through the hail of bullets and getting injured to protect his country and the people. She gently stretched out her hand, and her fingertips touched the hard scar. She seemed to feel the severe pain at that time, and said with a slightly choked voice: "It must be very painful..."
Mu Nanhe's eyes were firm and gentle: "It's okay, it's all over. As long as we can complete the mission and protect everyone, getting hurt is nothing."
Yang Qingyan raised her head and looked into his eyes. At that moment, she saw the responsibility and fearlessness of a soldier in his eyes. Her respect and love for him grew deeper.
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Time passed slowly, and a week passed in a flash. Mu Nanhe resumed the normal high-intensity training in the army. He rushed to the camp at dawn every day, crawling and rolling around, and practicing all kinds of military skills. But no matter how busy he was in training, he always thought about his little home in the family yard. Every night when night fell, he would always appear at the door of his home on time, just to go home and have a hot meal.
As for Yang Qingyan, she spent this week simply and comfortably. She slept until she woke up naturally, then leisurely strolled to the market, weaving through the bustling crowd, carefully selecting the freshest vegetables and the fattest fish. When she got home, she plunged into the kitchen, humming a tuneless little song while cooking delicious dishes. In her spare time, she lazily nestled in a lounge chair in the yard, taking a nap in the warm sun, and enjoying the quiet time in the afternoon.
Not only that, Yang Qingyan would quietly operate her supernatural powers every day, guiding the mysterious power to slowly nourish all parts of her body. After a week of resting quietly, although her figure was still slim and she didn't gain much weight, she could clearly feel that her body had become much stronger. Her originally pale face was now more rosy, her eyes were shining, and her every move was full of energy.
This day, Yang Qingyan went out to buy vegetables with a basket in her hand as usual. When she passed by the river not far from her family's yard, she suddenly heard a flurry of shouting and the sound of violent water splashing. Her heart tightened, and she looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a child struggling desperately in the water, his small body rising and falling with the waves, and the situation was extremely critical.
Without thinking too much, Yang Qingyan threw the basket aside and jumped into the water without hesitation. The river water was icy cold in early autumn, but she didn't care at all and swam towards the child with all her strength. After a lot of effort, she finally caught the child and dragged him to the shore.
After landing, Yang Qingyan found that the child was Goudan. At this time, Goudan's eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, his breath was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable, and his chest only rose and fell slightly occasionally. The situation was not optimistic.
But before Yang Qingyan could come to the rescue, many family members gathered around, and everyone rushed over after hearing the shouts.
Li Zhaodi saw Goudan lying on the ground at once. She let out a heart-wrenching cry and rushed over like a madman. She hugged Goudan tightly, tears pouring out like a flood. She kept shouting, "Goudan, Goudan, save him, someone come and save my child!"
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