The aloof military doctor arrives at the unit, and the tough guy can't sit still.

After hearing Jin Yingyue's words, Xia Qiuran subconsciously touched her sleeve.

The scene of giving Lu Zhenghan artificial respiration in the storeroom that day somehow suddenly flashed before her eyes again.

She and Lu Zhenghan were only pretending to be a couple; neither of them crossed any boundaries, and adhering to the bottom line was a premise she had to always keep in mind.

Her repeated visits to his hospital room were perhaps too intimate, and Lu Zhenghan was a quiet person who certainly wouldn't want her by his side.

"Grandma, the regimental commander's injuries are more serious than mine. He needs a good environment to rest. As you can see, I'm basically fine now, so it's okay for me to go back to a regular ward," Xia Qiuran said with a smile.

"That's perfect. If you feel really better, help Zhenghan tidy up his wardrobe and wipe his face with a towel. Xiao Zhang is a man, after all, and he's not very careful. Look how messy the wardrobe is."

To everyone's surprise, Jin Yingyue not only didn't let Xia Qiuran leave, but also casually opened the wardrobe, glanced at her, and assigned her a lot of tasks.

Since Jin Yingyue had said so, Xia Qiuran, who had just received a favor from her, naturally dared not refuse and could only bite the bullet and agree.

"Okay, Grandma, I'll definitely take good care of the commander."

"Grandma, Xia Qiuran is a patient, and she's hospitalized. I can do these things myself," Lu Zhenghan quickly said, not knowing why his grandmother was talking like that.

"That won't do. Electric shock is no small matter. Your only task now is to lie in bed and recover."

"Alright, your grandfather and I are going to the station to check on Yuan Qiaoling's case. We'll come see you later."

Jin Yingyue insisted, and before Lu Zhenghan could reply, she and Lu Chuan walked out of the ward. When they reached the door, she turned back to look at Xia Qiuran, as if afraid that she would leave.

"Xia, you must take good care of Zhenghan for Grandma. This is a task Grandma left for you."

"Don't worry, Grandma, I will definitely take good care of the commander." Xia Qiuran nodded earnestly in response.

After leaving the ward, Lu Chuan couldn't help but speak to Jin Yingyue.

"They're all patients, aren't you being too biased?"

Even if you think Xiao Zhang isn't careful, there are plenty of caregivers available, so why bother Xia Qiuran, who is also hospitalized?

In his view, such behavior was like exploiting an outsider daughter-in-law in a feudal family in the past, which was highly unacceptable.

Jin Yingyue smiled faintly, raising her old, aging eyes, which still shone brightly.

"What do you know? What couple calls each other 'group leader'?"

Lu Chuan paused for a moment after hearing this, then suddenly realized, "You mean..."

It must be admitted that sometimes he is not as meticulous and sensitive as Jin Yingyue.

"I can't figure it out for now. They seem distant, but sometimes they seem quite close. Xia is a good person. If the two of them can really get together, that would be great."

"As I just said, Xia will definitely not leave. Let's create more space for them to be alone. As for how things develop in the future, that's up to them," Jin Yingyue replied calmly.

Jin Yingyue, who is both thoughtful and experienced, had a vague feeling that something was wrong when she first met the two, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It wasn't until she saw Xia Qiuran's respectful and polite manner towards Lu Zhenghan that she realized that no real couple would live like that.

Whether they were pretending to be a couple to appease their parents or were just shy because they had just gotten together, Jin Yingyue intuitively felt that her grandson had feelings for Xia Qiuran. Otherwise, given his personality, he would never let any girl get close to him. This time, she felt like she had added fuel to the fire for them.

...

In the ward, Xiao Zhang had already been sent away by Jin Yingyue, leaving the two of them sitting on the bed and standing on the floor, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

"The patient is having an electrocardiogram. Lie down on the bed and unbutton your shirt."

Just then, a nurse pushed an electrocardiogram machine into the ward.

Lu Zhenghan suffered the most damage to his heart from the electric shock, so he had to have his electrocardiogram monitored three times a day.

Xia Qiuran quickly stepped aside to let the nurse come in first.

"Commander, let me help you."

Because she kept Jin Yingyue's instructions in mind, Xia Qiuran's mind was only on how to take good care of Lu Zhenghan. Without much thought, she stepped forward to help him unbutton his shirt.

Lu Zhenghan didn't expect Xia Qiuran to come over and help her unbutton her clothes. His big hand landed right on Xia Qiuran's small hand that was about to unbutton her clothes.

The smooth and soft touch instantly ignited my entire body; before I even had an electrocardiogram, my heart was already racing.

Xia Qiuran looked up and unexpectedly met a pair of dark eyes. Those eyes, which were usually indifferent and aloof, now seemed to carry a dangerous yet restrained light.

Lu Zhenghan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, very slowly, as if he were swallowing something, or as if he were trying to suppress some emotion.

"Captain, let me help you."

Xia Qiuran did not withdraw her hand. Although she was slightly flustered, it would seem strange to shy away at this moment.

Her relationship with Lu Zhenghan was completely innocent; it was a perfectly normal superior-subordinate relationship. As long as she had no ulterior motives, she shouldn't have acted that coy.

Lu Zhenghan easily unbuttoned the first two buttons of his hospital gown, but for some reason, Xia Qiuran couldn't unbutton the third one even after trying for a long time.

Xia Qiuran's slender fingers kept touching Lu Zhenghan's chest, and a slight itch spread through his skin to his nerves. Lu Zhenghan's hands, hanging at his sides, slowly clenched.

"I'll do it."

Lu Zhenghan placed one hand on the button and gently unbuttoned it. Then he lay flat on the bed and cooperated with the nurse to attach the electrode pads to his chest.

Xia Qiuran, who was standing to the side, kept glancing at Lu Zhenghan several times as if she couldn't control herself.

She noticed that Lu Zhenghan's chest wasn't the pampered whiteness of someone who had lived a life of luxury, but rather a wild color from years of exposure to the sun, covered with numerous scars of varying sizes.

It's obvious at a glance that these are indelible marks left from the war.

The full pectoral muscles were full of tension, every inch exuding a sense of power. Further down, there was one, two, three... Xia Qiuran didn't dare to count them all. She could only feel that the abdominal muscles were arranged neatly like ridges in a field, extending from below the sternum all the way to the waistband of the hospital gown.

It rose and fell slightly with each breath.

"That figure is amazing! I've really had a feast for the eyes today," Xia Qiuran thought, a strange flutter rising in her heart.

She'll look for a partner according to this standard in the future; just looking at them makes people happy.

Xia Qiuran's gaze inexplicably drifted downwards by half an inch.

The hospital gowns are made of the most ordinary cotton material, which has become so thin that it is almost transparent due to repeated washing and disinfection.

The fabric clung softly to his body, clearly showing the outline of his thighs. The fabric was even tighter at the base of his thighs because he was lying down, creating several fine folds along the inside of his thighs. Within the triangular area formed by the folds, the undulating contours were faintly visible.

Xia Qiuran's gaze lingered there for less than half a second before she recoiled as if burned by something.