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Chapter 39 Nurse Wen is actually married?!
"No need," Yu Qing shook her head.

She knew that Su Wanqing had taken the day off this morning, and if she went back to her dormitory to rest, she might be disturbed and unable to sleep. Her eyes were filled with fatigue: "I'll go to the duty room to rest at noon."

She works the day shift until 2 a.m. today.

Wen Ci nodded: "Then just tell me what you need."
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On the other side, Huo Jingyuan had just arrived at the unit when Xue Li, half-breathing, ran up to him and teased him cheekily, "Commander Huo, who hasn't been late in ten years, what's wrong with you this morning?"

"none of your business."

Huo Jingyuan's lips curled slightly, clearly in a good mood.

The Youth League Committee member quietly spoke up: "Look at his smug and arrogant look, it's like an old geezer having a party."

Huo Jingyuan: "..."

His lips twitched, and he kicked the Youth League Committee member with a speechless expression: "You think you're so great just because you got married early? So what if you have kids?"

The Youth League Committee member and Huo Jingyuan were old friends for many years. Knowing that Huo Jingyuan was angry out of embarrassment, he laughed and patted the dust off his legs, "You're so great. If you're so capable, go and have one yourself."

"roll."

The Youth League member put his hand on Huo Jingyuan's shoulder and said, "Come with me to the hospital this afternoon. It just so happens that you haven't officially met your wife yet."

"Uh……"

Huo Jingyuan hesitated. He had just agreed to Wen Ci's three-point agreement that morning. He looked troubled and said, "Do we really have to meet at the hospital? We can meet at my house for dinner tonight."

"Isn't it on the way?"

Huo Jingyuan told the Youth League Committee about the three rules he and Wen Ci had agreed upon that morning. He had married young and was experienced enough to be considered a master at resolving relationship issues within the Youth League.

After hearing this, the Youth League Committee member gasped, looked at him seriously, and asked, "How much does your wife resemble the photo?"

He had seen a photo of Huo Jingyuan's wife in the household registration booklet that had recently been sent from Beijing. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, looking just like a pampered princess.

Xue Li immediately exclaimed, "Sister-in-law looks like a celestial being!"

The Youth League member's expression became even more serious, and he advised, "Not many people in the entire Northwest Military Region know that you are married, and your sister-in-law is a nurse in a hospital. You should assert your rights."

"Declaring sovereignty?"

"I'll take advantage of my doctor's appointment to pick her up from get off work at the hospital."

"But I promised her."

"There's no 'but' about it. Picking her up from get off work is a husband's responsibility. At worst, he can just coax his sister-in-law when he gets home. Women are easy to coax."

Huo Jingyuan pondered for a moment, and he felt that what the Youth League Committee said made some sense. Besides, the three rules he made with Wen Ci didn't mention any punishment.
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Wen Ci had just finished her two-hour shift when she passed by the outpatient clinic on the first floor and saw a man in a hospital wheelchair. He was alone by the wall, his feet wrapped in thick bandages, with no one by his side.

She walked over, a gentle smile on her face: "Do you need any help?"

Upon hearing Wen Ci's voice, the man in the wheelchair slowly raised his head. A ripple appeared in his lifeless eyes, and his deathly stillness seemed to gain a bit of vitality.

"I'm a nurse at the military hospital. How can I help you?"

"I……"

Just as the man opened his mouth to say something, another man in a dark green military uniform ran back and called out, "Zhang Mu, Dr. Su has taken leave. I'll bring you back tomorrow."

"What's wrong with your leg?" Wen Ci asked curiously.

Zhang Mu explained repeatedly, "I'm not lame. I just suffered a minor injury, nothing serious. I should be able to recover and stand up from my wheelchair in about a month."

Hearing his eagerness to clarify, Wen Ci's eyes crinkled into a smile. The man in the wheelchair before her had a hint of foolishness in his clear eyes.

He looks just like a 21st-century college student. "I mean, how did you get injured?"

Suddenly, Zhang Mu's face flushed red, and he lowered his head, stammering, unable to speak clearly for a long time: "I...I...I was..."

"He accidentally dropped a grenade at his feet during grenade training," he said, a slight smile on his face.

Wen Ci: "..."

The amount of grenades used in training differs from that used in actual combat. The grenades used in training are not life-threatening and only require a period of rest. It's just that his luck was rather...

Zhang Mu blushed, tugged at his good friend's sleeve, and said through gritted teeth, "Hey Wu, can you shut your stinking mouth?"

Not far away, Xue Li came to the hospital to get medicine for his comrade. On the first floor outpatient clinic, he saw his sister-in-law's eyes crinkling as she looked at someone, and his alarm bells immediately went off.

The Northwest Military Region is a veritable den of wolves. Apart from the female soldiers at the switchboard, there are mostly single female military doctors at the hospital. People often pretend to be sick to see the beauties.

Although his sister-in-law isn't a doctor, she's beautiful. If Boss Huo doesn't assert his claim...

He didn't even bother to grab his medicine; he turned around and went straight back to his unit.

Upon arriving at the shooting range, Huo Jingyuan was recording the recruits' scores when he heard Xue Li panting. He glanced at him sideways and said, "Something came up."

The shooting range was several kilometers away from the hospital. Xue Li thought he was running at full speed. The last time he ran at this speed was during the grueling week of special training.

"Yes." Xue Li took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing rhythm, his expression solemn: "Brother Huo, you should have asserted your sovereignty earlier."

"Ok?"

Huo Jingyuan stopped holding the pen, looked up and his gaze fell on Xue Li. He frowned slightly and asked, "Didn't you go to get medicine for Old Wang?"

"My sister-in-law is beautiful and receives a lot of attention at the hospital."

His words were brief and to the point, but Huo Jingyuan understood their meaning.
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As the sun slowly set, Wen Ci looked at the clock. She had ten minutes left before she could leave work. The nurses on the night shift had already arrived to take over.

Yu Qing yawned as she came out of the duty room. The obedient nurses were discussing who was the most handsome in the Northwest Military Region. She walked over to Wen Ci:

Have you ever heard of the living Yama (King of Hell) in the Northwest Military Region?

"I've heard of it. I have a patient who often complains in the ward about the 'Living Yama.' Just how ruthless is this person to be called the 'Living Yama'?"

It should be noted that in the 1980s, people's thinking was still generally rigid, and the term "living Yama" alone was enough to make people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

Yu Qing slowly began to speak: "It is said that this living Yama is decisive and impartial. He is not only the regimental commander, but also the captain of the Northwest Special Squad."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ci gasped.

Why does this description sound like Huo Jingyuan?

Suddenly, Yu Qing seemed to remember that Wen Ci was married. She looked at Wen Ci and asked slowly, "Wen Ci, where does your husband work?"

"What?! Nurse Wen is already married?!"

"How come Wen Ci, who looks like a young girl who has just come of age, is already married?!"

The others stared wide-eyed when they heard the news about Wen Ci.

Wen Ci was a little embarrassed by the praise. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed that Yu Qing's eyes looked as if she had seen a ghost, and she followed her gaze.

Huo Jingyuan stood at the hospital entrance in casual clothes. He was as tall as a crane, his face was cold, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Ci.

(End of this chapter)