Sixty years old with the army, the heirless boss loves his fertile wife

Chapter 22 You Choose One

Tang Qiyue used a scalpel that glowed with cold light to remove all the sutures that Zhan Zeye had not yet broken. Without waiting for Zhan Zeye to jump up to stop her, she asked, "Did your internal organs get hurt? Have you stitched them up?"

Zhan Zeye shook his head subconsciously: "Only the skin was sutured!"

Tang Qiyue knew what was going on. It seemed that although the injury was serious, it was not as exaggerated as Tang Chunlan said. At least only the skin was sutured, which meant that the problem with the internal organs was not serious.

As for the inability to have children, Tang Qiuyue guessed that it was probably because of damage to the kidneys.

No matter what, it’s not a problem for Tang Qiyue. She has technological medical products from another time and space, so she doesn’t have to worry about not being able to get pregnant.

After disinfection, Tang Qiyue cleaned the sutures on the wound, opened the wound, and could see blood flowing out.

If there was a treatment device, two absorbable sutures could be inserted to close the wound directly, and then medicine could be applied and everything would be fine. But there was no treatment device at the time.

Tang Qiyue could only take out the simplest closing tape from the first aid kit. Although it was called tape, it was actually a special material that could be absorbed by the skin. It only served to tighten the skin so that the skin tissue could be temporarily fixed.

Apply the medicine and re-bandage with gauze.

Although it sounds troublesome, Tang Qiyue's speed was so fast that Zhan Zeye almost didn't realize that she had already finished bandaging the wound.

"It's going to be itchy next, don't scratch!"

Tang Qiyue gave instructions, took off the rubber gloves on his hands, and threw them together with the plastic bag in his pocket into the stove at the door. The fire was not strong, but it was enough to ignite these things.

Zhan Zeye wanted to stop her, but he didn't. He was not stupid and could see that Tang Qiyue was doing these things in front of him on purpose. She probably didn't want him to ask any further questions.

Tang Qiyue, who did not receive a response from Zhan Zeye, put the first aid kit aside and continued to pack her dowry.

I don’t know how many minutes or dozens of minutes passed, but Zhan Zeye felt itchy on the wound on his waist. He was shocked at the effect of the medicine Tang Qiyue took out, but he didn’t know where to ask, so he opened his mouth several times but gave up.

Fortunately, Chen Dazhuang and others came over and broke the weird atmosphere.

It was already midnight, but they didn't drive over, for fear that the noise would attract attention. Instead, they pulled a cart over. The emptied boxes were still very heavy, but the people didn't make any sound.

They packed the boxes in the dark, and Zhan Zeye instructed that the boxes be delivered early the next morning. Only after they had loaded the things did he let Chen Dazhuang and the others leave.

Zhan Zeye was worried and wanted to follow him. Before leaving, he reminded Tang Qiyue: "Don't wait for me. I will be back early tomorrow morning. You should get some rest early!"

Tang Qiyue nodded and watched them disappear at the door before closing it. She just happened to bump into Zhan's mother who came out in her clothes.

"Go to bed quickly, we have to travel tomorrow!"

Zhan's mother said nothing. She knew that her son and daughter-in-law both had secrets. Over the years, she had become accustomed to ignoring them and just helped to clean up the mess.

Tang Qiyue responded obediently, went back to her room and closed the door. She didn't feel anything when she lay on the bed, but she was very sleepy.

She was even a little worried. She didn't show any emotion even after using up all her points. She just thought about Zhan Zeye's wound before falling asleep. She wondered if he would be scared if he removed the gauze.

While Tang Qiyue fell asleep, Zhan Zeye was looking at his wounds.

The bloody wound was only a few hours ago. Now the wound has scabbed over, and the tape he saw with his own eyes has disappeared. He pressed the wound, and the feeling of swelling and pain disappeared, replaced by the touch of real skin.

Even a fool could realize that something was wrong. His young wife was very strange, but Zhan Zeye was not prepared to ask Tang Qiyue, because he knew that there were many talented people in this world who had strange tempers and did not like to be treated as monsters.

The gauze was re-applied. Zhan Zeye had no intention of telling anyone about this matter. Although he liked to talk nonsense, no one could pry his mouth open on matters of principle.

He did not sleep that night. He kept watching Chen Dazhuang and the others pry open the box. Pieces of golden objects were taken out, and everyone's expression changed from excitement to solemnity.

Even the old leader who came to watch the fun had a thoughtful look on his face.

They are increasingly understanding why everyone hates capitalists. This is only part of the tricks left by the Tang family, but it has already made them speechless.

One can imagine the situation of other capitalists.

The old leader took away all the gold and told Zhan Zeye: "I'll take the stuff first, and you take the supplies and approval slips first. If anyone dares to stop you, call me!"

The old leader also became more confident and was very forthcoming in issuing approval notes.

Zhan Zeye knew very well that it would be difficult for them to conceal their handling of the gold, but with the support of their old leader, they didn't need to worry about it.

After putting the box back together, Zhan Zeye yawned. He could finally go back to feed those little guys!

Zhan Zeye, who returned in the early morning, thought he had to climb over the wall to open the door, but he saw that Zhan's mother had already opened the door. It was obvious that she had been waiting behind the door and heard the noise and opened the door directly.

"Mother, I..."

Zhan Zeye wanted to explain, but was stopped by his mother: "I'm so sleepy, hurry up, get the things in, and go to sleep for a while!"

Zhan's mother didn't let Zhan Zeye speak out, but rubbed her hands, put her hands in her sleeves and went straight into the house.

Chen Dazhuang patted Zhan Zeye's arm, his heart full of envy.

No wonder Zhan's mother, a widow, could raise three children in troubled times. At least she had a clear mind, knowing what to ask and what not to ask, and she was also very sensible in doing things.

With such a sensible old lady, why should she worry about not being able to bring prosperity to her family?
Chen Dazhuang and Hu Peng moved the boxes to the door of the house and did not stay. Instead, they sent the car back and came back the next day.

After seeing the two off, Zhan Zeye closed the door and returned to the house.

The door was not bolted. Apparently the noise just now had woken Tang Qiyue up. Although she did not open the door to let everyone in, she still removed the bolt.

Zhan Zeye lay down in the bed and felt the warmth coming from inside. Although he was always a careless man, he felt a little warm in his heart.

It is a feeling that is hard to describe. This is what it feels like to have a wife warming your bed.

In the past, he heard his comrades say dirty words, "A wife, children, and a warm bed are all good." He always thought that having more women in bed would not matter. But now he knows that it really can.

Zhan Zeye, who had never known what politeness was, reached out and hugged Tang Qiyue in his arms in a particularly shameless manner. Ignoring her dissatisfied struggle, he bit the tip of her ear.

A deep, hoarse voice vibrated along the ear bones and entered my mind:
"Either let me hold you while you sleep, or I sleep with you! You choose one!"

(End of this chapter)