Bai Yilin hypocritically pulled Huang Yao and said softly, "Yaoyao, stop talking. Don't make Brother Nanhe unhappy." But her eyes would drift towards Mu Nanhe from time to time, wanting to see his reaction.
Huang Yao shook off Bai Yilin's hand and said rudely: "I have to say, Brother Nanhe, you have to think it over. There are still many days ahead. Do you really want to live with such a person with no background and no business?"
Bai Yilin continued, "Yaoyao, don't say that. Brother Nanhe saved me back then, and I am grateful to him."
Huang Yao continued, "Have you forgotten that you saved Sister Yilin despite the danger? It's not you. Sister Yilin was in danger that time, and you risked your life to save her. Don't you have any special feelings for her?"
Yang Qingyan sneered and said, "So you wanted to repay me by marrying me, but it's too late."
Mu Nanhe's face darkened as he shouted angrily, "That's enough! Huang Yao, if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude. Qingyan is my wife, the one I've chosen to spend my life with. Don't mention these nonsense again in the future."
Huang Yao was frightened by Mu Nanhe's momentum. She shrank her neck and muttered something, but she didn't dare to shout anymore.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Bai Yilin hurried forward to smooth things over and said softly: "Brother Nanhe, don't be angry. Yaoyao is also worried about you. She has no bad intentions, right, Yaoyao?" As she spoke, she secretly winked at Huang Yao.
Huang Yao responded reluctantly, and Bai Yilin turned to Yang Qingyan with a forced smile on her face: "Sister-in-law, please be magnanimous and don't bother with us. Let's go this way." After that, she took Huang Yao and quickly left the ward.
After the two left, Mu Nanhe gently pulled Yang Qingyan's hand and said, "Wife, don't listen to her nonsense. There is nothing between her and me. I saved her because of my duty as a soldier. I only love you."
Yang Qingyan said, "Don't move. Your hand hasn't healed yet. If the wound is torn open, I won't let them go."
Seeing that Yang Qingyan was not angry, Mu Nanhe continued, "When I came back from my mission, I happened to see her being captured by traffickers. I rescued her and got to know her father, who is the military commander in Beijing. He is very optimistic about me, but I am not interested in Bai Yilin."
Yang Qingyan said: "Okay, I know. You don't need to explain. My man is excellent. I know."
When Mu Nanhe heard her say "my man", his smile deepened and he said, "It's great that you understand me."
Yang Qingyan's cheeks blushed slightly. She picked up the towel and began to wipe Mu Nanhe gently. After wiping, Mu Nanhe felt much refreshed.
After that, the ward was quiet for a week, and no one came to disturb us without reason.
Yang Qingyan took good care of Mu Nanhe every day. She cooled the food before feeding him at mealtime, wiped his body, gave him medicine, and even secretly used her supernatural powers to help him recover.
During this period, Doctor Wang frequently came to check on Mu Nanhe's recovery. After each examination, he couldn't help but praise Yang Qingyan's superb medical skills again: "Yang Bozhi, your medical skills are better than many professional doctors. Captain Mu can recover so quickly, you have made an indispensable contribution!"
Yang Qingyan always smiled humbly and responded softly: "Doctor Wang, you are too kind. I have done my best and hope that he will get better soon."
Under such careful care, after a week of rest, many of Mu Nanhe's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was almost fully recovered. His spirit and energy also recovered a lot, and he was able to try to get out of bed and move around. However, the serious injury to his leg still required a longer period of rest, and he relied on a wheelchair to get out of bed.
That day, the sunlight shone through the window onto the floor of the ward, like a golden carpet. Mu Nanhe sat by the bed, his eyes showing a desire to move freely. He turned to look at Yang Qingyan and said, "Wife, I feel much better. My bones are almost stiff from lying on this bed. I want to go out for some fresh air. Is that okay?"
Yang Qingyan looked at his expectant expression, her heart softened, and she nodded in response: "Okay, but you have to be careful, I'll push you."
So, Yang Qingyan carefully helped Mu Nanhe sit on the wheelchair, took a thin coat and gently put it on him, then slowly pushed him out of the ward.
When they returned to the ward, they saw Dr. Wang, the dean, the professor, and a stranger waiting in the ward. Yang Qingyan was surprised to see so many people and asked, "Why are you here? Are you here to check on the patient? Didn't Dr. Wang just check on the patient?"
The moment they came in, the stranger looked at Mu Nanhe in surprise, thinking to himself: How come this guy looks so much like me, but I only have one son? But he didn't say anything. Yang Qingyan also noticed this scene and was surprised for a moment, but didn't say much.
Upon seeing this, the dean explained, "It's like this, Yang Zhi, we're here to see you. This is the head of the military district headquarters. His son is also a soldier. He was seriously injured in a mission. All other parts of his body have been healed, but most of his tendons are broken. He can't lift a gun and can't be cured. I heard that you have skills in this area, so I wanted to show you." As he spoke, the dean pointed at the stranger.
The head of the army was named Xia. He said anxiously, "Yang Zhi, I want you to help my son. He is a soldier. It is too cruel for him to not be able to hold a gun. He is very depressed now. We have also asked many experts to take a look, and they all said it is impossible."
Yang Qingyan looked embarrassed, and after a moment's hesitation she said, "I can go and take a look, but I can't guarantee that I can cure him. Besides, you have to bring him to this hospital. My husband needs care, and I can't leave." Yang Qingyan also admired the military. Since the other party was a soldier, she would give him all possible treatment, even using some supernatural powers.
Seeing this, Chief Xia showed a trace of relief on his face: "Yang Zhi, thank you so much, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."
Yang Qingyan shook her head slightly: "Don't thank me yet, I don't know if I can help you yet."
Yang Qingyan first helped Mu Nanhe to the bed, let him half lean on it, then pulled the quilt over him carefully and chatted with him for a while.
At this time, someone knocked on the door gently, and then pushed the door open. It was the guard sent by Chief Xia, who said politely, "Yang Zhi, the chief invites you to come in."
Yang Qingyan looked back at Mu Nanhe and comforted him again: "I'll come back when I'm done." Mu Nanhe smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, wife."
When she followed the guard to another ward, she saw a quiet man sitting on the bed. He was a little thin, but his back was still straight, revealing the toughness of a soldier. But at this moment, he lowered his head, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, and he was completely immersed in his own depressed mood.
Yang Qingyan approached him gently, taking light steps, fearing to disturb him, and said softly, "Hello, I'm Yang Qingyan, come to see your injury."
The man slowly raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and despair. When he saw Yang Qingyan, he pulled a slightly bitter smile at the corner of his mouth as a greeting.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
