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Lin Zhilan turned around.

Jiang Chengzhou handed her a cup of hot water. "Aunt, don't be afraid, everything will be alright."

At this moment, he was like a little man, calm and reliable, as if he wasn't the one who had been acting spoiled and wanting more cake during the day.

Lin Zhilan forced a smile and patted his shoulder.

"Auntie knows, come on, let's pack our things and go upstairs."

The storm raged outside, and it was pitch black inside.

The milky scent emanating from Xiaolinlin slightly dispelled the gloom in my heart.

Jiang Chengzhou couldn't sleep either. He turned to his side, looking at his aunt and sister, and whispered, "Aunt, my uncle is a great hero. He will definitely be alright."

After saying that, he repeated it again as if to emphasize, "Definitely not."

Lin Zhilan blinked in the darkness. "Yes, I believe it too, it won't happen."

Hearing her words, Jiang Chengzhou seemed to have a weight lifted off his shoulders, and his tone became more relaxed. "Auntie, don't be afraid. I've been through several typhoons before. The biggest one even had tree roots blown up, but the wind stopped soon after. It's not scary at all."

He deliberately exaggerated his words and spoke in a playful tone, hoping to make his aunt feel more at ease.

Lin Zhilan chuckled and said gently, "Okay, I understand. Go to sleep early."

"Um."

Perhaps because someone was with him, Jiang Chengzhou felt at ease and couldn't stay awake any longer, so he fell asleep.

Lin Zhilan tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

Linlin woke up just as dawn was breaking.

She exclaimed in surprise when she found her brother in bed as well.

"Shh," Lin Zhilan reminded her daughter, "Baby, your brother is still sleeping. Shall we go downstairs and play first?"

Linlin touched her brother's face with her little hand, then turned and snuggled into her mother's arms.

When I went downstairs, it was drizzling outside, but the rainwater didn't flood the house.

Not in the mood to make breakfast, Lin Zhilan made her daughter a cup of malted milk powder and then went to check on the things in the yard.

The loess on the surface of the bread kiln was wetted but not severely damaged.

However, all the rapeseed seedlings planted in the vegetable garden were drowned and lay listlessly on the ground.

There were also cherry tomato trees, which were uprooted by the strong wind and blown to the base of the wall.

The rain is still falling, and there's no time to clean up right now.

Wang Rou walked over with an umbrella, and Lin Zhilan quickly pulled her into the house.

"It's still raining, what are you doing out here?"

Wang Rou put down her umbrella. "Sister Lin, are you alright?"

"It's alright," Lin Zhilan poured her a glass of hot water. "How are things on your end?"

Wang Rou held up her cup. "We've been through this a few times before, so we're used to it. Li Jiang went to help with disaster relief, and my mom is making noodles for Xuanxuan. She asked me to call you over to eat together."

As they were talking, Liu Chunhua arrived with an umbrella. "Dr. Lin, are you alright here?"

They arrived at the island earlier than Lin Zhilan and had both experienced typhoons.

The first thing I do when I get up is to check on Lin Zhilan.

No wonder there's a saying: "A close neighbor is worse than a distant relative."

It was only in this era that Lin Zhilan truly understood.

"Sister-in-law Chunhua, come in quickly."

Liu Chunhua rushed in, brushing the rain off her clothes. "It's not a good time to cook right now. Why don't you take the kids to my house for dinner?"

Lin Zhilan felt a warmth in her heart. "It's alright. Commander Ma and the others arrived in time yesterday. Nothing in the house was flooded, so it won't affect cooking."

Little Linlin was already in Wang Rou's arms. She didn't understand what had happened last night and stared at the adult with her big, round eyes.

Lin Zhilan asked Liu Chunhua, "Did your Commander Ma also go to the disaster relief effort?"

"Yes, they went out last night and haven't come back yet. There are several villages to the west of the military region, and the houses there aren't as sturdy as the family compound. The wind was so strong last night, sigh..." She sighed, "I just hope no one gets killed."

After thinking it over, Lin Zhilan decided to go to the hospital.

She entrusted her two children to Wang Rou and Liu Chunhua, and walked to the hospital with an umbrella.

The hospital was busier than usual, with soldiers carrying stretchers moving back and forth inside.

In the corridor, there were some soldiers, their clothes soaked through, lying sprawled out on the hospital corridor, resting on the spot.

It seems there are quite a few injured people this time; even the wards for Traditional Chinese Medicine have been occupied.

Ye Congshan and Lin Zijun also arrived and were bandaging the wounds of the injured.

Lin Zhilan walked around without saying anything, then found the quartermaster and borrowed a pot.

Knowing that she wanted to brew medicine for the soldiers, the quartermaster even sent two cooks to help her carry the pot over and set up a fire.

Lin Zhilan was brewing a prescription for dispelling cold and dampness and preventing colds.

The soldiers spent the night in the raging wind and rain, and were exhausted and cold, making them highly susceptible to external pathogens.

I can't worry about it now; once I rest, I'm afraid I'll inevitably catch a cold and fever.

Submerge the herbs in water, bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat.

Soon, a faint, bitter medicinal aroma filled the noisy hospital corridor, overpowering the pungent smell of disinfectant.

Once the medicine was ready, Lin Zhilan asked the cook to help carry it to the hospital entrance, and then asked Lin Zijun and the cook to help distribute the medicine.

She herself took over Lin Zijun's job, bandaging the wounds of the injured.

The nurse next to her felt a sense of admiration when she saw that the other nurse's movements were even more precise and efficient than her own.

After a busy day, Lin Zhilan had only eaten two pieces of bread in the morning, and now her stomach was cramping.

She checked the medicinal herbs and prepared to go home.

It was already evening, and a light drizzle was still falling from the sky, making the roads muddy and slippery.

Lin Zhilan walked towards the hospital entrance with her head down when suddenly a pair of military boots appeared in front of her.

"..."

"..."

Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke.

Su Lang must have just disembarked and hadn't had time to tidy up yet.

His hair had grown a little longer, and he combed it back, making him look even more handsome.

But the bloodshot eyes and the more gaunt and angular face that looked like it had been through a lot of hardship on the ship.

Before Lin Zhilan could speak, Su Lang squatted down and said in a deep voice, "Get on, I'll carry you."

Perhaps realizing his tone was too harsh, he softened his voice and said again, "The ground is dirty."

Lin Zhilan's nose tingled, and she laughed, "No, that's too ugly."

Su Lang chuckled, pleased with his wife's love of beauty.

He stood up, hooked his index finger over her nose, and gently stroked it. "How does it look?"

Lin Zhilan shook her head and extended her left hand. "Hold my hand."

He looked so tired that Lin Zhilan couldn't bear to make him suffer.

An ambiguous atmosphere surrounded the two, who were somewhat unfamiliar with each other.

They're already married, but they act like they're dating.

The distance from the hospital to home, a little over a kilometer, felt much shorter than usual; I arrived home in no time.

Back in my little courtyard.

The yard, which was a mess in the morning, has been washed clean. The vegetable racks that were blown down by the wind have been rebuilt, and the wet wood has been moved under the eaves. You can't tell that this place was ravaged by a typhoon last night.

"Su Lang..."