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

Unexpectedly, Bai Xia was so irresponsible. Xia Qiuran stepped forward to argue, "Director Bai, Comrade Zhang only took a sip. How can you arbitrarily stop the patient's medication just because of the division of responsibility?"

"You've already taken a sip, so why don't you carry him away if you're so capable?" Bai Xia said, tilting her head back with a smug look in her eyes.

Xia Qiuran frowned. Right now, the worst thing for Zhang Xiaoliang's leg is to move it. She couldn't act impulsively because of his injury. If all else failed, she would have to go to Dean Gao.

"Director Bai, you certainly have the airs of a high-ranking official."

Just as Xia Qiuran was pondering this, a voice came from the doorway.

Bai Xia's eyes immediately showed a hint of displeasure when she saw the person who came. "Zhong Wenmei, it's not your shift today. What are you doing here?"

"I've come to see my patient. Is there a problem, Director Bai?" Zhong Wenmei stared at Bai Xia, a sharp glint in her calm eyes.

Although the person in front of her was the hospital director, Zhong Wenxia always focused solely on treating patients. For her, the only principle was to cure the illness. If this principle was violated, she would argue with the hospital director if he came.

"This patient took an unknown medication, so I've stopped his medication to avoid any ambiguity in determining liability later," Bai Xia said with a sullen face.

"I gave them the medicine, and the prescription was reasonable and compliant. If there are any problems, it's my responsibility. Director Bai, you've stopped my patients' anti-inflammatory medication without my consent. If there are any problems and it affects my reputation, I will pursue this to the end." Zhong Wenmei's face darkened, as if she naturally exuded a sense of pressure.

Bai Xia gritted her teeth. She knew Zhong Wenmei's temper well. If it affected her treatment, she would rather give up her job than not get an explanation.

"Okay, Dr. Chung, I hope you can take good care of the patient. If anything goes wrong, you can explain it to the hospital director yourself." With that, he turned and walked out.

After Bai Xia left, Xia Qiuran walked up to Zhong Wenmei and said, "Dr. Zhong, thank you."

"No need to thank me. Right is right and wrong is wrong. There's nothing wrong with your prescription. You can continue drinking it." Zhong Wenmei checked Zhang Xiaoliang's condition and said expressionlessly, "He's recovering well. He should be able to be discharged in about a week." After saying that, she calmly walked out.

"This Dr. Zhong is really something else," Zhang Xiaoliang muttered to himself as he watched Zhong Wenmei leave.

Xia Qiuran: "People with great abilities usually have tempers and personalities." She admires people like Zhong Wenmei, who are not obsequious or pretentious, and who only care about their patients.

"There's still some medicine left in the medicine pot, drink it all." Xia Qiuran turned around and saw that Zhang Xiaoliang had finished the medicine in his bowl, and picked up the medicine pot to say this.

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Xia." Zhang Xiaoliang held the bowl and watched as Xia Qiuran carefully poured the last bit of herbal medicine into it.

Lu Zhenghan came in just in time to see this scene, and his gaze immediately fell on him. "Xiao Li, it's your mission to stay and take care of Zhang Xiaoliang. If you don't take good care of him, you'll be punished."

Xiao Li, who was washing towels, was taken aback at first, glanced at Xia Qiu, and then immediately stood at attention and replied, "Yes, Commander." He then ran over and took the medicine jar from Xia Qiu's hand.

"Commander, Comrade Xiao Li has taken very good care of me," Zhang Xiaoliang said immediately.

"Yes, I deliberately threw away this medicine; it has nothing to do with Comrade Xiao Li," Xia Qiuran continued to explain.

Lu Zhenghan remained serious. "Xia Qiuran, I know you feel guilty about Zhang Xiaoliang's leg. This is the best hospital in the city, and we will not delay Zhang Xiaoliang's treatment."

After asking a few more questions about Zhang Xiaoliang's condition, he sat down in the caregiver's chair.

The ward seemed to fall silent all of a sudden, and an inexplicable tension hung in the air.

Xia Qiuran couldn't sit still for long, feeling even more uneasy than when the teacher said there would be a surprise test on memorization in school. "Comrade Xiao Zhang, if you don't have anything else, I'll head back now. I'll come see you another day."

"Commander Lu, I'll be leaving now."

Xia Qiuran stood up, finished speaking, and was about to walk out.

"Wait a minute," Lu Zhenghan suddenly called out.

Xia Qiuran stopped in her tracks. "Is there anything else, Commander Lu?"

"I'm going back too. It's on my way, so you can hitch a ride." Lu Zhenghan stood up and looked at Zhang Xiaoliang. "Zhang Xiaoliang, take good care of your injury. Political Commissar Zhou has a meeting this morning, but he'll come to see you this afternoon. You were injured while helping someone else, so the regiment will definitely reward you."

Zhang Xiaoliang: "Thank you for your concern, leaders. I'm fine now. Everyone is so busy, there's no need to come see me."

After saying goodbye to Zhang Xiaoliang, the two walked out of the hospital gate.

Seeing that it was lunchtime, Xia Qiuran touched the grain coupons and meat coupons that she had specially exchanged for money in her pocket. Last time Lu Zhenghan went back to Dagang Village with her, he bought a lot of gifts for her family and also bought her clothes. She couldn't pretend that she didn't know anything about it afterward.

"Commander Lu, it's almost noon. Let me invite you to lunch at the state-run restaurant," Xia Qiuran said, stepping forward.

"Are you going to treat me to dinner?"

Lu Zhenghan felt a tremor in his heart, but given what happened last night, he didn't show much reaction on the surface.

"Yes, you bought gifts and clothes for my family before, so it's only right that I treat you to a meal." Xia Qiuran said, then added, "Of course, I know this meal is definitely not enough, and I will definitely do my best in the army."

Later? One meal isn't enough? This means I want to treat him to another meal later.

Lu Zhenghan's expression grew increasingly enigmatic. He had already discussed those matters before, and he didn't need any reward. Why should he be invited to dinner?

"No need to eat. Haven't we already talked about everything? You saved me, so it's only right that we do what we should do," Lu Zhenghan replied calmly.

"You've helped me so much, that's too much trouble. Let me treat you to a meal instead. I've been craving food from state-run restaurants." Xia Qiuran said, afraid that Lu Zhenghan would feel embarrassed to continue.

But Lu Zhenghan kept a cold face and no expression. Could it be that he had something to say during the meal?

Xia Qiuran couldn't help but think to herself that Lu Zhenghan was afraid of being seen. In this day and age, it seems a bit inappropriate for men and women to eat alone. It was all her fault for speaking without thinking things through.

"Commander Lu, if you're not hungry yet, that's fine. Let's go back to the unit first," Xia Qiuran immediately changed her mind.

"Going to a restaurant is fine, there probably won't be any food left in the mess hall at this hour," Lu Zhenghan said reluctantly, glancing at his watch.

Xia Qiuran scratched her head. She had checked the time when she left the hospital. They had driven back at noon, so how could they have missed lunch at the cafeteria?

After sitting down, Xia Qiuran handed the menu to Lu Zhenghan.

"Commander Lu, don't be shy, what would you like to eat? Please order whatever you like."

"I'm fine with anything, order whatever you like." Lu Zhenghan put the menu back in front of Xia Qiuran.

"Then I'll order." Xia Qiuran took the menu. He didn't seem to have paid much attention to what Lu Zhenghan liked to eat. Oh right, he seemed to really like chili peppers.

"I see you seem to really like spicy food. How about this stir-fried green pepper?" Xia Qiuran asked.

"No chili peppers." Lu Zhenghan took a sip of water, and the image of Xia Qiuran pursing her lips slightly at the sight of chili peppers involuntarily flashed through his mind.

Xia Qiuran could only continue searching for the next dish: "How about braised pork?"

Lu Zhenghan: "Sure, whatever you like to eat."

Looks like you still prefer meat.

Xia Qiuran looked at the menu and thought to herself.