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

Xia Qiuran spread her five fingers apart, her palm facing the tip of Lu Zhenghan's nose.

Her fingers were slender and fair, like white jade.

Lu Zhenghan moved slightly closer, his palm warm and soft, carrying a faint, refreshing fragrance, completely different from the strong, pungent scent of perfume on Yuan Qiaoling's body.

"It doesn't taste like anything." After a moment, Lu Zhenghan turned his head and said.

"That's my left hand. I just remembered wrong. It's my left hand." Yuan Qiaoling blinked, already somewhat incoherent.

She had never had any contact with Xia Qiuran, and neither of her hands carried her scent. What bad luck! How could she have run into this bitch? And why did she put on so much face powder this morning? Yuan Qiaoling was filled with regret.

After hearing Yuan Qiaoling's words, Xia Qiuran put her left hand in front of Chen Xiu's nose and said, "Auntie, smell it too, do my hands smell?"

Chen Xiu sniffed it carefully. "It seems to have a faint fragrance."

Hearing Chen Xiu say this, Yuan Qiaoling's pupils dilated instantly, as if she had grasped a lifeline. "See, I told you so."

"No, no, Xia's fragrance is somewhat similar to the light scent of orchids, definitely not the scent on you," Chen Xiu immediately denied.

Yuan Qiaoling could only become mute again.

"Comrade Yuan, if you're still not satisfied, why don't we go and see if there are any eyewitnesses?" Xia Qiuran said as she approached Yuan Qiaoling.

Yuan Qiaoling's fingers were tightly intertwined, her face full of anxiety and unease.

If someone actually saw it, actively seeking out eyewitnesses would be tantamount to courting death, leaving them with no way to defend themselves.

"Brother, I don't know what happened either. I was standing here, and when I turned my head, I fell into the water tank." Yuan Qiaoling widened her eyes, and then two lines of tears streamed down her face. She then pitifully tugged at Lu Zhenghan's sleeve.

"There are often stray cats in this yard, could it be a cat pounced on us?" Chen Xiu glanced at the stray cat perched on the wall and offered a word of help to Yuan Qiaoling.

Yuan Qiaoling was, after all, a guest today, and also Lu Zheng.

Grandpa Han specifically instructed that she should be taken good care of, and that no matter why she said those things just now, she should not be made too embarrassed.

"That might be true. I was so nervous at the time that I don't remember."

Yuan Qiaoling's shoulders trembled as she sobbed incessantly, as if she had suffered a great injustice. After speaking, she turned to look at Zhou Guangming.

"Uncle, it was all my fault today. I'll call Grandpa later to apologize to him."

The implication was clear: she was someone protected by Lu Zhenghan's grandfather, and it wasn't up to people like you to say such things.

"You wronged Comrade Xia Qiuran today, not my grandfather. There's no need to apologize to him." Lu Zhenghan said coldly, his jawline taut, his dark eyes deep and sharp.

Yuan Qiaoling pursed her lips, but since things had come to this point, she had no choice but to hold back in order not to anger Lu Zhenghan. She walked to Xia Qiuran's side and smiled faintly.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I was too nervous just now and shouldn't have said anything carelessly."

Chen Xiu frowned again upon hearing this. No matter how you looked at it, Xia Qiuran was younger than Yuan Qiaoling. What kind of taste did the old leader have? How could he choose such a poorly chosen woman to be paired with his own grandson?

"Qiaoling, Xia is 19 years old this year. You can call her Comrade Xia or Dr. Xia."

"Forget it, Auntie. I doubt I'll have many more chances to see Comrade Yuan in the future, so why bother with what to call him?"

"I've prepared all the dishes and they're in the kitchen. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now," Xia Qiuran said to Chen Xiu, walking past Yuan Qiaoling.

"You've been busy for so long, why don't you stay and have dinner with us?" Chen Xiu said somewhat embarrassedly. She had helped her for nothing, and then this happened. First Bai Yunyun, and now Yuan Qiaoling, why are they all targeting the sensible and kind Xia Qiuran?

"No, Auntie, I have things to do at the infirmary." Xia Qiuran smiled, said goodbye to everyone, and left the residential compound.

After the food was served, Lu Zhenghan ate a few bites and then made an excuse to leave.

...

canteen.

Xia Qiuran finished her work at the infirmary and arrived at the cafeteria just in time for the last bit of the meal.

"Why are you so late today? There's no meat left." Zheng Shun, the squad leader, said to Xia Qiuran through the food serving window while cleaning up the kitchen.

"I'm too busy today, class monitor. I'll just order some cabbage," Xia Qiuran said, handing over her lunchbox.

I made a steamed bun and a lunchbox of cabbage and potatoes, then sat down at the table and started eating.

Seeing that the soldiers around her who were eating had all left and the kitchen lights had been turned off, Xia Qiuran ate faster so as not to cause trouble for the cooks.

At the same time, a lunchbox containing cabbage and potatoes was placed opposite her.

Xia Qiuran looked up and was suddenly startled.

"Commander?" Looking at the food Lu Zhenghan had brought back, she paused for a few seconds before realizing, "Commander, did I not cook enough?"

"No, it's just that I didn't like the food at Uncle Zhou's house today, so I left early," Lu Zhenghan replied, taking out his own cutlery without much expression.

"Oh." Xia Qiuran nodded, but was still full of questions. She couldn't get used to the cured fish, cured meat, and several stir-fried dishes, but she could eat cabbage and potatoes in the cafeteria. This big boss's stomach is really special.

Xia Qiuran took a small bite of her steamed bun, and recalling the scene at the state-run store where Yuan Qiaoling was with another man, she couldn't help but ask, "Commander, are you going to marry that woman from today?"

Lu Zhenghan paused in his eating. "Why do you ask that?"

Xia Qiuran: "It's nothing. I just think that marriage is a big deal and we should be more careful about it."

"Really? Then who do you think I should choose?" Lu Zhenghan's expression remained aloof and distant, but there seemed to be a hint of inquiry in the depths of his eyes.

Xia Qiuran frowned slightly at the question. Why would he ask that? Could it be that Lu Zhenghan has a girl he likes, but is too shy to say it and wants to use her to express it?

Xia Qiuran's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. If she could help Lu Zhenghan solve his biggest problem, it would be a way of repaying Lu Zhenghan for the help he had given her in the past.

"Of course, I'd choose the one that unconsciously pops into my head before I go to sleep, that I dream about, and that I think about while I'm eating."

"Commander, just tell me who you've taken a fancy to, and I'll put in a good word for them. With your qualifications, I guarantee the person you're interested in will agree," Xia Qiuran said earnestly.

Lu Zhenghan's gaze slowly fell on Xia Qiuran, his expression seemingly more complicated. "What if she doesn't agree?"

As expected, she really does have someone she likes. I wonder who will be able to pluck this unattainable flower. At this moment, Xia Qiuran's gossip-loving heart completely outweighs her desire to help.