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"Good, good, good, you're such a thoughtful child." Mr. Lu smiled and stepped back, watching Qiao Xinxin walk to the bedside table and quickly open the lunchbox.

Looking at Qiao Xinxin's natural and unpretentious demeanor, he grew to like her more and more.

"Alright, you two eat first," Mr. Lu said tactfully. "I just got back from the Northwest and have some things to report to the old commander at the military region. I won't be a third wheel here. I'll go for a walk outside. You young people can have a good chat."

As he spoke, Mr. Lu turned and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and gave Lu Baizhou an extremely stern look.

The meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer: You listen to me, kid! This girl is so nice, you better treat her well! If you dare to bully her, I'll skin you alive!

Lu Baizhou looked into his father's eyes and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Mr. Lu smiled with satisfaction, turned around and walked out of the ward, closing the door behind him with a click.

Only Lu Baizhou and Qiao Xinxin remained in the ward.

Qiao Xinxin untied the thick cotton cloth and opened the lid of the lunchbox.

Instantly, a rich aroma of meat and herbs filled the entire ward. The first layer of the lunchbox contained a large bowl of steaming pork rib soup. The broth was clear and not oily at all, with a few bright red dates and plump goji berries floating on top, making it look incredibly appetizing.

The second layer consists of a plate of bright green stir-fried seasonal vegetables and a small bowl of tightly packed white rice.

Qiao Xinxin carefully arranged the dishes one by one on the bedside table. Then, she moved the wooden chair that Lu's father had just sat on and sat down beside the hospital bed.

Lu Baizhou leaned against the headboard, watching her virtuous appearance as she busied herself with taking care of him. A feeling of sweet joy welled up in his heart like a spring.

He rolled his eyes and used the same trick again.

"Hiss..." Lu Baizhou suddenly gasped, his brows furrowing slightly as he feigned pain. "Xin Xin, my wound... seems to be hurting again. I pulled a tendon, and it's not easy for me to eat by myself."

Qiao Xinxin was holding a spoon, preparing to serve him soup, when she heard him say that, and paused in her movements.

She looked up at him, a half-smile on her face, and mercilessly exposed his lie: "Oh? Is that so? How come you were so energetic and fine when your dad was here, not saying a word about being in pain? Now that your dad's gone, you're in so much pain you can't even hold a spoon?"

"Cough cough..."

Lu Baizhou was momentarily speechless, but his thick skin allowed him to argue defiantly, "He's getting old, and his health isn't good. How can I let him worry about me? Besides, in front of my dad, I have to maintain a tough, soldierly image. In front of you, why should I pretend to be a tough guy?"

That's an absolutely flawless statement!

Qiao Xinxin was both annoyed and amused, and glared at him. But when her gaze fell on the thick gauze on his shoulder, which still showed traces of blood, her heart softened in the end.

"Alright, alright, you always have so many excuses." Qiao Xinxin shook her head helplessly.

She picked up the steaming bowl of pork rib soup, scooped up a spoonful, gently blew on it to test the temperature, and then brought it to his lips.

"Look, open your mouth. Be careful, it's hot."

Lu Baizhou immediately dropped his pained expression and, like an obedient child, obediently opened his mouth and put the delicious pork rib soup into it.

The pork ribs were stewed until incredibly tender and flavorful, the sweetness of the red dates and the refreshing taste of the goji berries blending perfectly into the soup, without a trace of greasiness. The warm broth slid down my throat and into my stomach, instantly warming my entire body.

Lu Baizhou felt that this was absolutely the most delicious and heartfelt soup he had ever tasted in his life.

Qiao Xinxin fed him spoonful by spoonful. After yesterday's "practice," her movements were noticeably more skillful and natural today. Occasionally, she would stop, take out a clean tissue from her pocket, and carefully wipe away any soup stains that might accidentally get on the corners of his mouth.

The bowl of soup was quickly emptied.

Then, Qiao Xinxin handed him rice and stir-fried vegetables one by one.

Although Lu Baizhou kept complaining about the pain in his wound and that he couldn't lift his arm, he ate very quickly, almost like a whirlwind. In no time, he had finished all the food.

Qiao Xinxin felt very satisfied watching him eat so heartily.

She tidied up the empty dishes, put them back into the lunchbox, and closed the lid. Then, she took a clean, damp towel and carefully wiped away the soup stains that had accidentally dripped onto the bedside table.

"You lie down and rest for a while. I'll go to the bathroom to wash the lunchbox and come right back," Qiao Xinxin said, picking up the lunchbox and getting up.

Just then, Lu Baizhou suddenly called out to her.

"Xin Xin, wait a moment."

Qiao Xinxin stopped and turned around, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong? Are you still hungry? I have some apples in my bag, shall I wash one for you?"

Lu Baizhou leaned against the headboard, his eyes flickering slightly. He seemed to carefully consider his words before speaking somewhat awkwardly, "It's not that I'm not full. It's just... I want to take a shower."

"Take a shower?" Qiao Xinxin was taken aback.

"Hmm." Lu Baizhou nodded, his brows furrowing slightly. "I've been sweating in bed for the past few days, and I feel sticky all over. It's really uncomfortable. Could you... could you help me to the bathroom? It's a bit difficult for me to walk there by myself."

Qiao Xinxin looked at his right shoulder, which was still wrapped in thick gauze, and then at his slightly pale face.

She thought to herself that with such a serious injury, it was indeed inconvenient for her to move around on her own. Besides, it was quite uncomfortable for a clean person to go without showering for several days. This request wasn't unreasonable.

"Okay." Qiao Xinxin nodded, put down the lunchbox in her hand, "Then you wait here for a moment, I'll go in first to check if the water is hot, so you don't catch a cold."

She turned and walked into the small restroom attached to the ward.

The bathroom wasn't large, but it was very clean. Qiao Xinxin walked to the sink and turned on the hot water tap to test the temperature. The water heated up quickly, and the temperature was just right.

She then looked down and checked the anti-slip mat on the shower area floor, making sure it was laid flat and without curling edges, before walking out with peace of mind.

"The water is warm, and I've checked the non-slip mat; it's fine." Qiao Xinxin walked to the bedside. "Come on, let me help you over. Get up slowly, don't aggravate your wound."