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Qiao Xinxin...knows medicine?

She not only understands, but she has mastered advanced medical skills that even the expert doctors at the General Hospital of the Military Region, who have studied abroad and practiced medicine for decades, are helpless against!

She could cure Zhou Liguang's limp, and now she's produced a miraculously effective hemostatic powder that can snatch people from the jaws of death. The ingredients of that powder are something even the attending physician has never heard of.

This girl, who usually seems delicate and soft-spoken, with two sweet dimples when she smiles... just how many secrets is she hiding from him?

For some reason, besides being shocked, Lu Baizhou also felt a strange sense of crisis that he couldn't quite explain.

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On the other side, after seeing the two off, Qiao Xinxin quietly returned to her ward.

The incandescent lights in the corridor had been turned off and replaced with dim nightlights, making the light somewhat dim.

Bai Zhengyuan lay on the hospital bed, his eyes still closed, showing no signs of waking up.

Because he had just undergone debridement surgery, his right leg had been re-bandaged. Circles of snow-white bandages were wrapped tightly from his knee down to his calf.

The medicinal powder was clearly still exerting its amazing effects; the bandage was clean and dry, with no more blood seeping out.

The ward was extremely quiet, with only Bai Zhengyuan occasionally letting out a few heavy breaths. He was sleeping soundly, his brows still slightly furrowed, as if he was still experiencing that thrilling border chase in his dream.

Qiao Xinxin sat on the chair by the bed for a while, then felt a bit stuffy in the room, so she stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open a crack.

The cold night wind blew in through the cracks, dispelling the pungent smell of disinfectant in the room and clearing her mind considerably.

She stood there for a while, then walked back to the bedside and reached out to touch Bai Zhengyuan's forehead.

Thank goodness, I don't have a fever.

Qiao Xinxin breathed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her sore shoulders and moved the folding chair meant for caregivers from the corner of the ward.

"Squeak—"

The folding chair unfolds into a narrow, hard little bed.

Qiao Xinxin rummaged through the cabinet next to her and found a slightly yellowed thin blanket. She took off her coat and covered herself with it, then lay down fully clothed.

The bed was pitifully narrow; even a slight turn could send her tumbling off, but Qiao Xinxin was just too exhausted.

From the moment she received Lu Baizhou's call, her nerves had been on edge, like a rubber band stretched to its limit. Now that Bai Zhengyuan was out of danger, that tension finally eased, and an overwhelming sense of exhaustion instantly overwhelmed her.

She buried her head in the somewhat hard pillow and fell into a deep sleep within five minutes.

I slept very soundly.

The next morning, the cool winter sunlight shone obliquely through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor of the ward.

Qiao Xinxin suddenly opened her eyes.

She was stunned for a few seconds, staring at the white ceiling, her mind blank for a moment.

But the next second, she was jolted awake as if she had been electrocuted, and sat up abruptly from the folding bed. Without even putting on her shoes, she hurriedly turned to look at the bed next to her.

"Brother!" Qiao Xinxin called out, her voice trembling without her even realizing it.

However, the person in the hospital bed did not make a sound.

Bai Zhengyuan was still lying there quietly, in the exact same position as before she fell asleep last night. His breathing was quite even, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his complexion looked a little better than last night, at least not as pale as paper, but his eyes were still tightly closed, showing no sign of opening.

Qiao Xinxin's heart skipped a beat, and the tension she had just relaxed suddenly tightened again.

Without even putting on her shoes properly, she rushed to the bedside, her slippers swaying. She reached out her warm little hand and gently nudged Bai Zhengyuan's broad, somewhat stiff shoulder.

"Brother, wake up, brother?"

Bai Zhengyuan didn't react; not even his eyelashes trembled.

Qiao Xinxin panicked, tightening her grip slightly and raising her voice, which began to tremble with a sob:

"Brother! It's already dawn, you should wake up! Don't scare me!"

But the man lying on the bed was like a tireless sleeping beauty, remaining completely still.

Qiao Xinxin's heart pounded like a drum for a moment, and her throat was extremely dry. She suddenly lowered her head, her gaze falling on Bai Zhengyuan's right leg, which was wrapped in thick bandages.

The snow-white bandages were clean and dry, without a trace of red seepage.

The wound isn't bleeding, which means the medication is still working. But if the wound is fine, why isn't the person waking up? Last night, the doctor clearly assured us that the condition was stable!

Qiao Xinxin dared not delay any longer. She turned around and rushed out of the ward like a gust of wind.

The hospital corridor was quiet in the morning, filled with the smell of disinfectant. She had only run a few steps when she saw a nurse in a uniform slowly walking around the corner, pushing a stainless steel medical cart.

Qiao Xinxin's eyes lit up, and she quickly went to greet the nurse, grabbing her arm and speaking in a hurried yet soft voice:

"Nurse! Please, could you please call the doctor for me? My brother was brought in last night; he's badly injured and hasn't woken up yet. He doesn't respond no matter how I call him!"

The nurse was startled by Qiao Xinxin's anxious expression. She glanced at the ward number, then looked at Qiao Xinxin's flushed face, and quickly nodded.

"Don't worry, that's Battalion Commander Bai's ward, right? Wait a moment, I'll go to the office and call the doctor on duty."

"Thank you, nurse!"

A few minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Last night, the attending physician, wearing a white coat and carrying a cardboard medical record folder, hurriedly walked in. Without a word, he went straight to the bedside.

He first looked up at the various data from the instruments connected to the bedside table, and seeing that everything was normal, he leaned down and gently opened Bai Zhengyuan's eyelids with two fingers to take a look. Then he pinched his wrist and took his pulse.

Qiao Xinxin stood to the side, her two small hands tightly clasped together, holding her breath, her big eyes fixed on the doctor's face, afraid of seeing any bad news from him.

After a long while, the attending physician straightened up, turned to look at Qiao Xinxin, and gave her a reassuring smile:

"Don't worry, young comrade, it's nothing serious. He's just experiencing weakness and drowsiness due to excessive blood loss. Think about it, he lost so much blood last night, even a strong man couldn't withstand that. Right now, his body's functions are repairing themselves. Once he's recovered enough, he'll naturally wake up. Don't worry too much."