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She recalled the words of the soldiers in the corridor, their eyes red with tears: "The regimental commander bled a lot; his entire back was red..."

Yes, no matter how energetic he looks now, the fact remains that he was seriously injured and almost died. He lost so much blood, his body must be very weak.

Qiao Xinxin's heart melted instantly.

"Fine, considering he's seriously injured, I won't expose him. Let him do what he wants this time." Qiao Xinxin sighed inwardly.

She shook her head helplessly and gently placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside table. Then, she pulled over the wooden chair she had been holding and sat down next to him beside the bed.

She picked up the bowl of porridge again, gently stirred it with a white porcelain spoon, and scooped up a full spoonful of soft, mushy rice porridge. She brought the spoon to her lips, gently blew on it to cool it down, and when she felt the temperature was about right, she carefully offered it to Lu Baizhou's lips.

"Look, open your mouth." Qiao Xinxin's voice was as gentle as if she were coaxing a child.

Lu Baizhou looked at the spoon being offered to his mouth, and at Qiao Xinxin's gentle and focused gaze, and his heart was filled with joy. He obediently opened his mouth and took the spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

The porridge was indeed cooked until very soft and tender, with a light rice aroma, and the temperature was just right, not hot at all.

However, after swallowing, Lu Baizhou deliberately frowned and said with some disgust, "Hiss...it's a bit hot."

Qiao Xinxin paused for a moment, looked down at the porridge in the bowl that was steaming slightly, and then looked up at Lu Baizhou's serious yet innocent expression.

She was both annoyed and amused.

How come she never noticed before that this man, who was so imposing on the outside and known as the "Cold-Faced King of Soldiers," actually had this side to him in private?

In the army, he always had a cold face, rarely smiled, and had a frighteningly powerful aura. The soldiers under his command would avoid him like the plague, not daring to even breathe loudly.

But now, in front of her, he's acting like a spoiled child, complaining that a sip of warm porridge is too hot and needing to be coaxed to eat.

Qiao Xinxin didn't expose his little scheme. She rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but smile slightly.

She scooped up another spoonful of porridge, and this time, she held the spoon to her lips, puffed out her cheeks, and blew on it forcefully several times. Only when she was sure the porridge was definitely not too hot to drink did she hand it over again.

"It's not too hot now, is it?" Qiao Xinxin said irritably. "How old are you? You're a battalion commander leading troops into battle. Why are you still acting like a spoiled child? You need someone to blow on your porridge."

Looking at her coquettish expression, Lu Baizhou nodded with satisfaction. He opened his mouth and put the spoonful of porridge into it.

The warm, subtly sweet rice porridge slid slowly down his throat and into his stomach. Lu Baizhou felt that this was absolutely the sweetest, most fragrant, and best-tasting bowl of porridge he had ever eaten in his life. Even the most exquisite delicacies at a state banquet couldn't compare to even a fraction of this bowl of plain porridge.

Qiao Xinxin sat by the bed and patiently fed him porridge spoonful by spoonful.

Her movements were slow and gentle. Occasionally, Lu Baizhou would eat too fast and get a little white rice porridge on the corner of his mouth. Qiao Xinxin would stop feeding him, take out a clean handkerchief from her pocket, lean over, and gently wipe it clean for him.

The ward was extremely quiet.

There was no more noise or gunfire outside, only the occasional crisp "clink" of a white porcelain spoon hitting the rim of a bowl, and the occasional clear chirping of birds from the branches outside the window.

The afternoon sun slanted into the ward through the bright glass windows. The sunlight cast warm, golden dapples on the wooden floor. Tiny dust particles danced silently in the beams of light.

This is the epitome of peaceful and serene life.

The bowl of porridge was quickly emptied.

Qiao Xinxin put the empty bowl and spoon back on the bedside table after feeding Lu Baizhou. She then picked up the enamel water glass next to her, poured a glass of warm water at a suitable temperature, and placed it within Lu Baizhou's reach.

Like a meticulous housekeeper, she carefully instructed, "I've put the water here for you. You've lost a lot of blood, so you need to drink plenty of water. If you get thirsty, use your left hand to hold the cup and drink slowly, making sure you don't choke."

After giving her instructions, she glanced at the clock on the wall, picked up the coarse cloth bag from the bedside table, and stood up. "I have to hurry to the military medical department this afternoon to learn new pharmacology from Professor Lin. I can't stay here with you for too long."

Lu Baizhou nodded obediently, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but he still said considerately, "Yes, business is important, you go and do your thing. Don't worry about me, I have a nurse here, I can manage on my own."

Looking at his feigned strength and righteousness, Qiao Xinxin couldn't help but recall how he had insisted on feeding her even when he was holding a bowl of porridge, complaining that his hands hurt.

Now that they've eaten and drunk their fill, they're suddenly saying they can do it all? It's a shame they're not acting in movies; they've got that ability to change their tune so easily.

Qiao Xinxin couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile, a sly glint in her eyes. But she didn't say anything more to expose him; she simply picked up her cloth bag and turned to walk towards the door.

She stopped at the door, glanced back at him, and said softly, "I'll be going now. Get some rest and don't move around too much. I'll come see you again tomorrow when I'm free."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Lu Baizhou smiled and replied as he watched her retreating figure.

"Okay, be careful on the road, and call me when you get home," Lu Baizhou said softly.

Qiao Xinxin walked to the door of the ward, put her hand on the doorknob, and couldn't help but look back at him.

Lu Baizhou was leaning against the headboard of the rocking hospital bed, his gaze fixed on her. In his eyes, the coldness he usually displayed when leading troops had faded, replaced by a gentleness and tenderness that she couldn't quite describe.

Qiao Xinxin's cheeks flushed slightly under his gaze. She smiled sweetly at him before opening the door and leaving.

Only when the light footsteps in the corridor could no longer be heard did Lu Baizhou reluctantly turn his gaze away from the doorway.

He lowered his head and looked at his left hand, which could still move flexibly. The image of her helpless yet earnest and charming expression as she fed him porridge spoonful by spoonful involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"This girl clearly saw through my act of playing the victim, but she still softened." Lu Baizhou thought to himself, and the smug smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed.

However, his smugness didn't last long. He suddenly remembered something, and the smile on his lips vanished abruptly.