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

As a doctor, she shouldn't have so many taboos. Besides, Lu Zhenghan was injured because of her. Even if Lu Zhenghan really can't move, it's only right that she let him take care of him closely.

It's just giving her medicine now, there's nothing wrong with that.

Xia Qiuran scooped up a spoonful of medicine and blew on it gently.

When the spoon was brought to Lu Zhenghan's lips, his cheeks flushed pink. He wanted to take the medicine back and drink it himself, but Xia Qiuran insisted, so he had no choice but to open his mouth and drink it.

Xia Qiuran unconsciously licked her lips again while feeding the medicine.

Somewhat at a loss, Lu Zhenghan gazed at the soft, glistening moisture on those two lips, moist and shiny, like delicate cherry blossoms after the rain, smooth and captivating, making one want to explore them further.

The scene from that day in the storage room inexplicably came back to his mind, and certain emotions surged in Lu Zhenghan's eyes. He immediately looked away without showing any emotion.

He opened his mouth and drank the spoonful of medicine that Xia Qiuran had given him again. The bitterness spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat, but this bitterness did not suppress anything. Instead, it was like a fire thrown into a pile of firewood, which suddenly burned even more fiercely.

The bitter taste stimulated his taste buds and stimulated saliva secretion, making his mouth wet and sticky. As his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips unconsciously pursed.

Then Xia Qiuran handed over another spoonful of medicine.

Lu Zhenghan felt his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, and waves of restlessness surged within him.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, he grabbed the medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Be careful, it's hot."

Before Xia Qiuran could finish reminding him, Lu Zhenghan had already placed the empty cup on the bedside table.

"I feel much better, you should go and get back to your work," Lu Zhenghan said quickly.

"You just took the medicine, how could you be better so quickly?"

Xia Qiuran thought Lu Zhenghan just didn't want to trouble her, so she ignored him and continued to hold Lu Zhenghan's wrist with one hand to take his pulse, while placing the other hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.

Fearing a misdiagnosis, I deliberately had the examination done for a longer period of time.

But these repeated touches brought Lu Zhenghan closer and closer to the brink of losing control.

Lu Zhenghan withdrew his hand; reason told him that he had to stop the contact immediately.

Xia Qiuran, however, was completely absorbed in the treatment process and did not notice Lu Zhenghan's appearance at all.

She even pressed her ear directly against his chest; the earlobe was slightly cool, pressing against his hot skin like a snowflake falling on a branding iron.

Xia Qiuran heard not only the sound of a heartbeat, but also the sound of blood rushing to his head.

Lu Zhenghan, who had just been desperately trying to control his emotions, suddenly trembled, his long eyelashes fluttered violently twice, and the restraint in his eyes completely erupted.

"Why is my heart suddenly racing again? Could it be an allergic reaction to the medication? That shouldn't be the case, as it contains only mild Chinese herbal ingredients."

Xia Qiuran was a little anxious. Lu Zhenghan's heart was already injured, and if he took the wrong medication, it would become serious.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. I want to sleep for a while," Lu Zhenghan said in a low voice.

"Are you really okay? You don't look well."

Xia Qiuran asked again, but Lu Zhenghan simply shook his head.

Seeing that Lu Zhenghan seemed really tired, Xia Qiuran decided not to bother him any further.

"Okay, I'll go out now. Call the nurse if you need anything, and I'll be there soon."

She left the ward but didn't go far. She felt that Lu Zhenghan was acting strangely today. He seemed uncomfortable one minute, had heart rhythm problems the next, and then said he was fine the next.

Is something wrong or nothing wrong?

A short while later, Xia Qiuran, who was standing outside the door, clearly heard the sound of a showerhead coming from inside the ward.

Didn't you say you were going to sleep? Why are you taking a shower again? Xia Qiuran wanted to ask what happened, but felt it was inappropriate to go over now, so she could only continue to wait outside the ward for a long time.

...

Xia Qiuran silently observed for the next day and found that Lu Zhenghan did not notice anything unusual for the rest of the time, which put her mind at ease.

The next day, at a stone table outside the hospital, Lu Zhenghan was sitting with Zhou Guangming and others discussing recent events in the group.

Xia Qiuran stood in the office for a long time, observing, and realized that they had been discussing for more than an hour.

Given Lu Zhenghan's current physical condition, such a workload would definitely put a strain on his heart.

But it might be inappropriate to rush over there. She stood there for a while and observed them. When she realized that they still showed no sign of ending their discussion, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over.

"Regimental Commander, Political Commissar Zhou, Battalion Commander Wang, Battalion Commander Li," Xia Qiuran greeted them politely as she approached.

Zhou Guangming replied with a smile, "Xia, how have you been doing during your internship here? Are you getting used to it?"

"Everything is great. I've learned a lot of things here that I'd never encountered before."

After Xia Qiuran finished speaking, she turned to look at Lu Zhenghan and said with a smile.

"Commander, your heart hasn't fully recovered yet. You can't keep working like this for so long."

She knew it was inappropriate to interrupt Lu Zhenghan while he was talking, but seeing that Lu Zhenghan's heart hadn't healed in so long, she couldn't care less; nothing was more important than his health.

Hearing Xia Qiuran say this, the group unconsciously glanced at Lu Zhenghan out of the corner of their eyes. They weren't even married yet, but they didn't expect this little doctor Xia to be so strict with the group leader.

Battalion Commander Wang was used to being a chauvinist at home and couldn't stand women interrupting when men were talking, so he spoke up directly.

"Dr. Xia, the commander just carried that stone bench around by hand, and he didn't even pant afterward. With that kind of physical strength, how could his heart not be good?"

"Move stone benches?"

After hearing what he said, Xia Qiuran immediately looked at the round stone stool that no one had sat on and saw that it had indeed been disturbed.

This is made of solid granite; each stool weighs at least 200 kilograms.

With a heart condition, why would someone lift such heavy things? Are they courting death?

"Commander, you can even move such a heavy stone bench? Are you fully recovered?"

Xia Qiuran looked at Lu Zhenghan, a hint of displeasure in her eyes, and her voice noticeably rose a few decibels.

The heart is most vulnerable to fatigue. If the heart vessels are damaged, it's not as simple as just being hospitalized. It can easily leave sequelae, and in severe cases, it can even prevent one from serving in the military.

Lu Zhenghan's eyes darted around for a moment, and his expression became unnatural.

Having been away from training for so long in the hospital, I couldn't resist stretching when I saw the stone bench on the ground, so I carried it around for a bit.

If he says nothing's wrong now, Xia Qiuran probably won't care about him anymore. She might even think he's dishonest and associate him with those men of questionable character, which would be troublesome.

No, it's not time to recover yet. Lu Zhenghan thought about it seriously for a moment, then covered his mouth with his finger and coughed lightly.

"Ahem, it's been a long time since I've exercised, so I just gave it a try."

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing Lu Zhenghan cough, Xia Qiuran nervously grabbed his wrist to check his pulse.

Fortunately, there was nothing seriously wrong, and her expression gradually relaxed.

"See? This is the result of showing off before you're fully recovered. Luckily, your pulse is still relatively stable. What if it's like yesterday again?"

Xia Qiuran scolded him playfully and turned to look at Zhou Guangming.

"Political Commissar Zhou, the regimental commander's health really shouldn't be overworked. You can talk about it next time you come."

After saying that, she helped Lu Zhenghan walk towards the ward.

The group of people were left looking on incredulously.

Previously, Lu Zhenghan had been shot twice, and despite Dean Gao's attempts to dissuade him, he still secretly rushed towards the vanguard.

The person is perfectly fine, yet they are being told to go back to their ward.

"Is this still our former team leader? Dr. Xia gave us a single glance, and we didn't dare to utter a sound."

"Yeah, why do I feel like our commander is becoming more and more henpecked?"