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Qiao Xinxin couldn't sit still in her chair any longer under his unbridled gaze. She felt uncomfortable all over, as if ants were crawling on her.

She simply stood up, grabbed the cloth bag containing the lunchbox, turned and walked towards the ward door, saying as she went, "Alright, it's getting late, I'll go back now. I'll come see you again tomorrow. Take good care of yourself tonight, don't stay up late."

Hearing that she was leaving, Lu Baizhou immediately threw off the covers: "I'll see you to the door."

"No, no! Lie down and don't move!" Qiao Xinxin quickly turned around to stop him. "You can't exert yourself with that wound. What if you aggravate it?"

However, Lu Baizhou refused to listen.

He stubbornly got out of bed, wearing the oversized hospital gown and slippers, and walked step by step to the door of the ward.

His tall frame leaned against the door frame, and he watched her walk out quietly.

Qiao Xinxin carried her bag and walked a few steps. She still felt a pang of reluctance and couldn't help but stop and look back.

Lu Baizhou stood silently under the light at the ward door, like a statue. His deep gaze followed her back, his eyes filled with longing and reluctance.

Seeing this, Qiao Xinxin's heart softened, as if she had been gently bumped by something.

She bit her lip, then suddenly turned around and quickly walked back.

She walked up to Lu Baizhou, and before he could react, she quickly tiptoed and lightly kissed his uninjured cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"Go back to bed and lie down! Don't come out again!"

Qiao Xinxin blushed and gave a sharp, low command. Then, she turned and ran, like a startled fawn, hurrying away from the corridor, never daring to look back.

Lu Baizhou was stunned by her sudden kiss and stood there dumbfounded.

He stood blankly at the door of the ward, slowly raising his intact left hand and touching the cheek where she had just kissed him in disbelief.

My fingertips could almost still feel the soft warmth left by her lips.

Lu Baizhou's lips slowly, slowly curled up, finally forming a big, silly grin. He stood there grinning foolishly for a while before turning around contentedly, slowly walking back to the hospital bedside, and comfortably lying down.

Over the next few days, Qiao Xinxin's life became extremely regular and busy, just like a clock that had been wound up tightly.

During the day, without fail, she went to the military medical department to eagerly learn various traditional Chinese medicine theories and prescription techniques from Teacher Lin Zhengping. In the evening, she would rush home on time to help her adoptive parents at the restaurant. After dinner, she would carry her insulated lunchbox and go to the military general hospital without fail.

Every time she came, she would stay in the ward for two or three hours, talking to Lu Baizhou, feeding him, and helping him wash up.

Because she came so frequently, the bottle of "Qiao's Hemostatic Powder" that used to be on the bedside table was taken away by her after only a few uses. In its place, she would bring a brand new bottle of freshly prepared hemostatic powder with her every time she came, and put it in the most conspicuous position on the bedside table, just in case.

She would also carefully fill the thermos next to Lu Baizhou's bed with boiling water every day to ensure that Lu Baizhou could drink hot water at any time.

"Bai Zhou, let me tell you, today Teacher Lin taught me several new methods for combining Chinese herbs."

As Qiao Xinxin deftly opened the lid of the insulated lunchbox, she enthusiastically shared her learning achievements of the day with Lu Baizhou.

"Today's lecture mainly focused on the rules for adding and subtracting ingredients from formulas for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. This is quite different from the basic theories I learned before; it's very profound, but also very interesting."

Inside the lunchbox was a large bowl of old hen soup that she had simmered all afternoon. The soup was golden and clear, with only a few drops of oil floating on top, and it smelled delicious.

Lu Baizhou leaned comfortably against the headboard, holding the chicken soup that Qiao Xinxin had handed him, slowly sipping it while patiently listening to her talk.

Occasionally, he would chime in with a question or two about the properties of the herbs.

Whenever Qiao Xinxin talked about the complex logic of the prescriptions and the properties of the herbs, she seemed to glow. Her eyes were especially bright, as bright as the most dazzling stars in the night sky.

Lu Baizhou's gaze remained tenderly fixed on her face. Looking at her radiant appearance and listening to her clear and melodious voice, he felt that this was the most wonderful enjoyment in the world.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, filled with such warm and sweet companionship.

Finally, the day arrived when Lu Baizhou was discharged from the hospital.

In the morning, the attending physician, along with several nurses, came to the ward and carefully removed the stitches from Lu Baizhou's right shoulder.

The doctor carefully examined the wound's healing process again. Looking at the wound, which had healed perfectly without any redness, swelling, or infection, the doctor couldn't help but marvel once again at the power of the miraculous medicine.

Only after confirming that all indicators were normal and the patient was healing well did the doctor feel relieved enough to sign his name on the discharge notice.

Lu Baizhou finally took off the striped hospital gown he had been wearing for a week.

He changed back into his crisp military uniform. He carefully pulled down his long sleeves, completely concealing the newly grown, still somewhat pink scar on his right shoulder.

Wearing his military uniform, he stood tall and proud, looking radiant and full of energy, showing no signs of being a seriously wounded soldier who had just escaped death.

Because there was still some follow-up work to be done at the military region, Mr. Lu drove back from the training site before dawn. He didn't go to the military compound, but instead had the driver take him directly to the hospital to pick up his son from discharge.

Mr. Lu stood at the door of the ward, watching his son use his uninjured left hand to stuff the items into the canvas bag one by one, albeit clumsily.

His gaze swept around the ward, finally landing on the bedside table. There sat a small brown glass bottle, the half-used "Qiao's Hemostatic Powder".

Mr. Lu walked over, picked up the bottle of medicine, and examined it carefully. The label on the bottle was simple, but the words on it carried immense weight. He put the bottle back, turned around, looked at Lu Baizhou, and asked in a seemingly casual tone, "Why didn't Comrade Qiao come to pick you up from the hospital today?"

Lu Baizhou stuffed the last military shirt he was going to change into into his canvas bag and zipped it up with one hand.