Unable to sleep anyway, Xie Zhiyan quickly washed his face. The cold water splashed on his face, making him feel much more awake.
The muddled mind seemed to have found a sliver of reason.
He glanced at the time; it was just 5 a.m.
After packing his luggage, Xie Zhiyan hurriedly checked out of the hotel.
His head is burning hot right now; the fever from last night hasn't gone down yet. But it's still early, and the small clinics around the guesthouse aren't open yet, so it won't be easy to buy fever-reducing medicine in the short term.
Xie Zhiyan came out of the guesthouse, still thinking about the dream he had the night before.
"Do we really already have a daughter?"
Xie Zhiyan's heart was pounding. He rarely dreamed, as people don't dream about things beyond their comprehension.
The dream was so vivid that he felt it had actually happened.
"Shuying, where are you?"
Xie Zhiyan felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. They hadn't been in contact for so many years; there must be some reason for it.
He didn't know if Shu Ying had received his letters. The fighting on the front lines was intense and the conditions were harsh, so it was common for them to lose contact.
Even their situation was kept secret because it involved the war, completely confidential from the general public, let alone their families.
The earliest bus departs at 6:15 a.m., which is half an hour before departure.
Xie Zhiyan was an impatient person. He was getting anxious waiting at the bus stop, so he decided to keep walking.
Shu Ying grew up under the care of her parents, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she never lifted a finger. If she were to face other setbacks, she would naturally refuse to admit defeat.
But if she were really sent to the countryside, the heavy physical labor she would have to endure year after year would be something she simply couldn't handle.
Thinking of the promise Xie Zhiyan made to her when they got married, he felt a sudden pang of heartache for no reason.
He promised to protect her, but he ultimately failed to do so.
What can Shu Ying do when faced with such a situation all by herself?
Xie Zhiyan dared not think about whether the dream was real or not; the more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself.
"We've been out of contact for so long, did you think I was already dead?"
Various speculations swirled in Xie Zhiyan's mind. He had imagined countless times what it would be like to see Shu Ying, but until he found her, he couldn't put his mind at ease.
Shu Ying has already reached this point, and only the army can protect her, as her incompetent husband.
But--
"Shuying, will you think of me like you do in your dreams?"
Could it be that she has already forgotten what he looks like?
Xie Zhiyan walked towards the bus stop sign. He didn't know how long he walked, but he finally saw the third bus stop sign, and the bus finally arrived.
He reached out a hand to stop the bus, got on, and deliberately sat in the last row.
"Comrade, you don't look quite right. Your face is so red, do you have a fever? Why don't you go to a nearby hospital and get an IV drip?"
At this time, most of the people there are elderly women taking the bus to the market to buy groceries, and they happen to be the most kind-hearted.
Seeing Xie Zhiyan walking unsteadily, the old woman sitting in front of him turned around and kindly offered some advice.
Another older woman turned around and said, "Oh dear, with the changing seasons, a lot of people are catching colds and fevers. You look quite sick. There's a hospital at the next stop, you should go see a doctor."
Xie Zhiyan felt a tickle in his throat. He coughed twice to clear his throat and nodded politely.
"I already took my medicine this morning. My fever should go down after I eat something in a bit. Thank you."
He couldn't very well refuse someone's good intentions, so he could only make up an excuse.
The curly-haired woman nodded: "Young people are definitely healthier. They can recover after taking a couple of doses of medicine. If we were sick like you at our age, we wouldn't get better without several days of IV drips."
There weren't many people in the carriage, and Xie Zhiyan only managed a forced smile, which was considered a polite response.
He leaned against the car window, which happened to have a small gap.
With a constant flow of fresh air coming in from outside, Xie Zhiyan was still able to remain awake for a moment.
He pulled up the collar of his shirt with one hand, covering his entire body. In public, all he could do was try not to bother others.
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At the hospital.
Shu Ying poured out the water from Li Qingqing's bath and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"It seems my guess was right. A bath will be more effective. Your wound has healed very well and is basically invisible. If you don't feel any discomfort, you don't need any special treatment."
The effects of the spiritual spring water are comprehensive. In just two or three days, with the external application and a large amount of drinking, Li Qingqing's bodily functions were almost the same as before she gave birth.
"It's much better than the first day. I can hardly feel anything anymore. Yingying, thank you so much. Otherwise, I wouldn't know who to talk to about this. It's such a private thing, and I can't bring myself to talk to the doctor about it."
Recently, Shu Ying has been busy taking care of her and her child at the hospital all by herself, and she hasn't even been able to take care of her own child.
Even though she was still in dire straits, they never abandoned her.
She could never forget such a friendship.
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