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

"What is it?" Lu Zhenghan asked.

Xia Qiuran placed the tiger-shaped sachet in her palm, stretched it out, and handed it to Lu Zhenghan. "This is the sachet I promised to make for you last time. What do you think of the shape?"

A burst of herbal fragrance instantly wafted into Lu Zhenghan's nostrils. He then turned his head and glanced at the round little tiger, which was stuffed full of spices and looked lively and adorable.

Lu Zhenghan's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained cold and calm. "Why be a little tiger?"

"I heard from Aunt Chen that you're 26, which means you were born in the Year of the Tiger, so I made this," Xia Qiuran replied with a smile. Seeing that Lu Zhenghan didn't react much, she assumed he didn't like it and quickly added, "It's okay, if you don't like it, I can make it again."

"No need." Lu Zhenghan blurted out, then seemed to realize something was off. "No need to change it, I'm not that picky."

Xia Qiuran pursed her lips. "Are you really not picky? Who was it that said they didn't want those square sachets, but wanted sachets with pretty shapes?"

Lu Zhenghan's fingers unconsciously tightened around the steering wheel, and a faint blush crept up his ears.

Was this a clear indication to him? By deliberately making the sachet in the shape of a tiger, she wanted to tell him that she didn't care about age.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look, so he could only pretend to be focused on driving.

But after a moment's thought, he was immediately pulled back by reason. The little girl was immature, but he couldn't be immature. There was a seven-year age gap between them. Age and experience were obvious. No, he had to stop this little girl from having wild thoughts.

"Commander Lu, is there anything else you want? I can make it for you." Xia Qiuran smiled, then said in a somewhat obsequious tone.

Lu Zhenghan regained his usual seriousness: "No need, I don't need it."

Xia Qiuran choked for a moment, then continued to probe, "Since you seem to be quite satisfied with this sachet, could you..."

"No." Lu Zhenghan immediately interrupted sternly.

Xia Qiuran: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Nothing is possible. Xia Qiuran, you're still too young. There are some things you don't understand yet." Lu Zhenghan sighed inwardly. Sometimes, he really felt helpless when facing such a young girl.

Xia Qiuran thought Lu Zhenghan was going to start lecturing her again, saying things like writing a self-criticism was for her own good, and her voice became a little anxious. "Commander Lu, I'm nineteen years old, I'm not a child anymore. I can tell what's good and what's bad."

Hearing Xia Qiuran's anxious and nervous voice, Lu Zhenghan's throat tightened slightly, and his heart seemed to stop for a few seconds after he finished speaking. "Can you really tell the difference? Can you guarantee you won't regret it later?"

Xia Qiuran thought Lu Zhenghan had given in, so she poked her head out from the back seat and said to Lu Zhenghan, "Of course, what's there to regret?"

Lu Zhenghan pondered for a while, as if everything had gone awry, and his thoughts were in complete disarray. "That won't work either. You're still not mature enough. We can wait two years or one year..."

"Commander Lu, it's just a self-criticism. If you really don't agree, I'll write it."

Seeing Lu Zhenghan's predicament, Xia Qiuran simply stopped asking him for help.

She had to wait one or two years for a written apology, and she didn't want Lu Zhenghan to bring this up again two years later.

"A letter of self-criticism?" Lu Zhenghan slammed on the brakes without realizing it.

Xia Qiuran lurched forward due to inertia and instinctively grabbed Lu Zhenghan's clothes. At the same time, Lu Zhenghan reached out and put his arm around Xia Qiuran's shoulder.

Xia Qiuran turned her head and bumped into those dark eyes, inexplicably sensing a hint of danger.

They let go of each other and awkwardly adjusted their sitting postures.

"Did you just say all that so you wouldn't have to write a self-criticism?" Lu Zhenghan asked.

Xia Qiuran said sincerely, "Commander, it's already dark. Five thousand words is really too long. Even if I can finish writing it, it will be late at night, and I won't be able to hand it in to you."

Lu Zhenghan was stunned for a moment, then his gaze changed slightly, his eyes seeming to carry an indescribable meaning.

After a long pause, he said coldly, "Then hand it over to me tomorrow morning."

Xia Qiuran dared not refute and could only silently agree.

What a heartless leader! Sigh, I'm not going to get any sleep tonight.

Upon arriving at the military base, Xia Qiuran got out of the car with her head down.

"Goodbye, Commander Lu." He said goodbye to Lu Zhenghan reluctantly.

"Revise the self-criticism to 500 words and give it to me tomorrow night." Lu Zhenghan said before leaving, then turned and left without looking back.

Upon hearing this, Xia Qiuran's eyes immediately lit up. She turned around, bowed, and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Commander Lu. You are such a kind person."

The next day, Xia Qiuran specially prepared some traditional Chinese medicine that would help with bone setting and brought it with her.

"Comrade Zhang, I've already asked Dr. Zhong, and she agrees that you should take this medicine. It will help with the wound healing." Xia Qiuran picked up the medicine bowl. After all, Zhang Xiaoliang wasn't her patient anymore, so she would always ask the attending physician before giving him any medicine.

"Dr. Xia, I trust your medical skills." Zhang Xiaoliang took the bowl of medicine, drank a sip, and then said...

"But I heard from other people that Dr. Zhong Wenmei, who performed my surgery, is really amazing. She is dedicated to studying medicine and doesn't care about her position. She doesn't even respect Bai Xia, the director here."

"Yes, I could tell when I talked to her. She is indeed a very skilled doctor." Xia Qiuran replied, secretly thinking that she must learn from Dr. Zhong when she comes here for her internship.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Bai Xia walked into the ward, frowning and covering her nose. "What's that smell?"

"Director Bai, this is the traditional Chinese medicine I brewed for Comrade Zhang. It will help his bones heal better," Xia Qiuran replied, standing up.

Bai Xia's face immediately darkened. "This is a legitimate hospital. If you give him those folk remedies found in the mountains and he gets sick, who will be responsible?"

"This prescription is recorded in regular medical books; it's for treating fractures, and I've also asked the attending physician, who said it's okay to take," Xia Qiuran replied calmly.

"So what if I asked? Don't bring your rural habits here. I don't care how you were in the 45th Regiment, but here I'm in charge." Bai Xia finished speaking and gave Zhang Xiaoliang a cold look. "This patient, if you continue to drink this herbal medicine, don't come looking for our hospital if you become disabled or lame in the future."

Zhang Xiaoliang held the medicine bowl, looked at Xia Qiuran and then at Bai Xia, and stood there stunned for a moment.

Not wanting to put Zhang Xiaoliang in a difficult position, Xia Qiuran took the bowl of medicine from his hands and said, "Comrade Zhang, since you're hospitalized, you should listen to the hospital's instructions. I'm only brewing these medicines to help you."

"Dr. Xia, I'll drink your herbal medicine after I'm discharged from the hospital," Zhang Xiaoliang added, afraid that Xia Qiuran would be unhappy.

Bai Xia glanced at the two of them but didn't intend to let it go so easily. She turned to the nurse beside her and said...

"Xiao Zhang, write this down: stop giving this bed the anti-inflammatory medication."

Xia Qiuran panicked upon hearing this, "Director Bai, why do we need to stop the anti-inflammatory medication?"

Not administering anti-inflammatory medication after surgery is tantamount to allowing the wound to worsen on its own.

"Do we doctors need to report to a reserve soldier like you on how we treat patients?" Bai Xia rolled her eyes at Xia Qiuran.

A village girl dared to hit her niece. Not only did she stop the anti-inflammatory medication, but she also wanted the canteen to send some fish soup that could easily cause wounds to become infected. Ideally, the niece's leg would rot away so that she could prescribe random medications. Let's see how you explain that later.

"Comrade Zhang just had surgery yesterday. If he stops taking anti-inflammatory drugs, there's a high chance he'll get an infection and develop complications," Xia Qiuran continued anxiously.

Bai Xia chuckled: "I can't control that. He's drinking your Chinese medicine now, and if something goes wrong, it'll be hard to assign responsibility. So I can only stop his anti-inflammatory medication for now and see how things go."