Zhao Lihan extended his hands affectionately, held her bruised hands, and said with heartache: "Wife, you were injured because of me. It hurts!"
Wang Xiaolan nodded, then shook her head, quickly retracted her hand and said, "This little injury is nothing, it will be healed in a few days. You should go to bed! Don't catch a cold." As she spoke, she sneezed several times.
Zhao Lihan quickly picked up the pillowcase and draped it over Wang Xiaolan's shoulders. "I'll get you some medicine."
"No need, we don't have any at home." Wang Xiaolan said.
"I have potions. Before each mission, the army will equip each of us with some daily medicines."
He took out a small bottle of medicine from his bag, dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, and carefully applied it to the wound.
Wang Xiaolan thought that this kind of gentian violet was almost obsolete in hospitals in the 21st century, and was replaced by iodine and other solutions to treat wounds.
In this day and age, using gentian violet to treat wounds is considered a luxury.
Wang Xiaolan was quite touched by the attentiveness of the man in front of her.
After treating the wound, Zhao Lihan returned to bed.
"Finally, I sleep in the same bed with my wife and child." Zhao Lihan glanced at the child sleeping between the two of them and said with emotion.
Wang Xiaolan lay there motionless, her heart in turmoil.
"Wife, do you know what I thought about most when I was stuck in the crevice of the rock?"
"What is it?"
"What I think about the most is that we just reunited and now we have to separate again. My heart hurts so much." As he spoke, his voice choked a little.
Wang Xiaolan heard his choked voice and thought, "A man of seven feet tall can also have a tender side. How touching!"
"I didn't think about anything else at the time. I was just thinking about how to rescue you."
"Wife, thank you for your persistence. You are not only my wife, but also my savior. I will treat you well."
"Don't say that. I have to thank you too. You gave me a complete family. You saved me when I was in the most difficult time."
When Wang Xiaolan said these words of thanks, she was speaking on behalf of the original owner.
"Time flies so fast, Xiaobao is almost one year old now. When I think back to when I first met you, you were still a frail girl with fear in your eyes. It was heartbreaking to see you."
Zhao Lihan became more and more excited as he spoke.
Wang Xiaolan was drowsy at this moment. Zhao Lihan's voice gradually faded away until it disappeared from her ears...
She entered a dreamland of the 21st century. She was walking and chatting with her colleagues while holding her mobile phone. The high heels on her feet made a crisp "click, click" sound.
Just as she stepped into the hospital lobby, she heard a voice calling her name over the radio.
"Doctor Wang Xiaolan, please go to the emergency room quickly. There is an emergency patient."
She stuffed her cell phone into her bag and ran quickly to the emergency room. She couldn't run any faster and stamped her feet in anxiety. She kicked her legs hard on the bed and lifted the quilt covering her body.
He panted heavily and shouted, "Please make way, thank you, the one in front, please make way..."
She shouted over and over again, waking up the two children, but the children's crying did not wake her up.
She uttered another urgent voice: "Quick, oxygen, blood pressure, the patient is in cardiac arrest, quick, electric shock."
Zhao Lihan was stunned by the series of professional terms.
"Why, is this happening?"
He quickly picked up the crying Xiaobao and turned his head, only to see Wang Xiaolan's face flushed and she was saying some unclear words.
"Tan Wei, the patient, can't hold on any longer. Call 120, Liu Feng, ambulance." Wang Xiaolan spoke incoherently.
Zhao Lihan felt something was wrong and hurriedly touched her forehead, which was burning hot. He realized that Wang Xiaolan had a fever because of being caught in the rain.
He quickly fetched a bucket of cold water, took a towel, soaked it in water, and then put it on Wang Xiaolan's forehead.
He had just finished all this when he suddenly heard her mumbling a string of numbers.
"Call 120, 110," what else did you say?
Zhao Lihan looked at Wang Xiaolan in bewilderment, thinking, "Is this my wife? Why is she saying something so incomprehensible?"
He himself couldn't understand why he couldn't help but suspect his wife.
He thought for a moment, "If she wasn't his daughter-in-law, she wouldn't risk her life to save him."
"Thirsty...drink water...drink..." Wang Xiaolan said intermittently again.
Zhao Lihan hurried to the kitchen, got a glass of cold boiled water, and then fed her one spoonful at a time.
"That's enough. Thank you, Tan Wei." Wang Xiaolan closed her eyes and kept muttering a few words.
Zhao Lihan was stunned again. This was the second time he heard this name. He asked himself secretly, "What's going on? Her ex-husband didn't have this name."
Oh! Stop imagining things. He has a fever and it's normal for him to talk nonsense. He's just comforting himself.
Zhao Lihan put down the cup, took the towel off her forehead, put it in the bucket to wash, then wrung it dry and covered her forehead again. He did this over and over again several times.
Seeing her gradually calm down, he sighed with relief.
"Finally, the fever is gone."
Zhao Lihan, seeing that she was soaked in sweat, took out a piece of Wang Xiaolan's underwear from the closet.
Carefully unbuttoning her clothes, revealing her snow-white skin, a unique scent emanated from her body and entered his nostrils...
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