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

Lu Zhenghan arrived at the mess hall. It was lunchtime, and everyone in the kitchen was busy with their work in an orderly manner.

He stood outside the window and glanced inside. Xia Qiuran was stir-frying dried chilies that were meant to be added to the soup at the small stove.

The pungent smell of chili peppers made Xia Qiuran almost unable to open her eyes. Wearing a mask, she coughed and vigorously stirred the chili peppers. Just as she was about to pour the stir-fried chili peppers into a bowl, the spatula she had just used to stir-fry the vegetables suddenly fell into the stove.

Xia Qiuran reached into the stove and picked up the shovel almost without thinking.

Her fair little hands were instantly burned red.

Just as Lu Zhenghan was about to go in, Chen Xiu had already helped Xia Qiuran wash her little hands, and kept scolding her, "You child, how could you pick things out of the fire with your bare hands?"

Xia Qiuran, however, had an indifferent expression. She even picked up the shovel to check if it was burned. "This shovel is made of good material and sells for a high price outside. It would be a pity if it were destroyed by fire. The army is facing such difficulties right now, so of course we should save as much as we can."

"Hey, you can't pick it up with your hands. If your clean little hands get scarred, how will you find a husband in the future?" Chen Xiu rinsed it with water and looked at the red patch with some concern. "Maybe we should go to the infirmary and get some burn ointment."

Upon hearing this, Xia Qiuran immediately pictured Bai Yunyun's haughty demeanor. "No need, no need. My burns at home were much worse than this. I don't need any medicine. I'm not that delicate. Auntie, don't worry about me."

Lu Zhenghan watched for a while, then turned and left.

It's good to learn a lesson and curb those inappropriate thoughts.

He returned to the training ground to continue observing the drills of the soldiers in each squad.

After walking around for a while, he found that he couldn't seem to concentrate. Putting everything else aside, Xia Qiuran had saved him before, and now that Xia Qiuran was injured, how could he be so indifferent? Without lingering for even a second, he turned around and went to the infirmary.

Medical room.

Because Lu Zhenghan refused to watch the movie and was scolded for no reason, Bai Yunyun got angry when she returned and saw many muddy footprints on the floor of the infirmary.

"What are you all doing? Don't you know to mop the floor and tidy up when there are patients? Are you all brainless? I have to tell you what to do." Bai Yunyun roared at the nurse. Then she heard the door open behind her. Thinking it was a soldier coming to see the doctor, her anger intensified.

"Wipe your shoes outside before you come in. Look at the mess you've made of this room. Do you think this infirmary is your own home?"

"He has no manners at all. I'm talking to him, and he doesn't even respond."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head and saw Lu Zhenghan standing straight at the door in his military uniform, but his face was so gloomy that it looked like it could drip water.

"Zheng, Zhenghan brother!"

Bai Yunyun felt her brain explode for a moment, and it took her a few seconds to react. "I'm sorry, Brother Zhenghan, I didn't know it was you. What brings you here? I was just in a bad mood because I was studying a difficult case." She quickly explained incoherently.

"Do you have burn ointment?" Lu Zhenghan ignored him, his gaze sweeping around the infirmary, unfocused and devoid of warmth.

"Yes, yes, Zheng Han, are you hurt? Let me see where." Bai Yunyun said, reaching out to grab Lu Zheng Han's arm to check where he was injured.

Lu Zhenghan immediately shook him off and leaned back slightly. "It wasn't me."

Bai Yunyun had no choice but to tactfully withdraw her hands, turn around and take out two tubes of ointment from the cabinet, placing them in front of Lu Zhenghan and explaining in detail.

"Brother Zhenghan, this is generally enough for burns. It was specially approved by the higher-ups. It's effective and doesn't leave scars, but there are regulations that require you to register before using it."

Lu Zhenghan glanced at the two tubes of ointment and, without much hesitation, chose the second one. "Just register normally and say I took it."

"it is good."

Lu Zhenghan turned around, placed his hand on the doorknob, and was about to leave when he suddenly paused, his lips pursed slightly downwards.

"The army is the home of those soldiers outside." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Bai Yunyun was left full of regret. She wanted to get angry but was afraid that Lu Zhenghan would come back and hear what had happened, so she could only grit her teeth and clench her fists tightly.

...

There were too many cooks at noon, so Lu Zhenghan didn't give the ointment to Xia Qiuran right away. He didn't come to the backyard of the cookhouse until the afternoon. At that time, Xia Qiuran was sitting on a small chair, weaving a basket with bamboo strips. She would occasionally touch the burn wound and hiss in pain.

Lu Zhenghan walked up to Xia Qiuran, his posture upright like a pine tree, his epaulets gleaming in the sunlight.

"Although the conditions in the army are not good right now, it's not to the point where soldiers have to risk being burned to save a shovel. Here's some burn ointment."

He neither bowed his head nor bent over. After hearing this, Xia Qiuran looked left and right, then at the tall figure in front of her. If there hadn't been no one else in the courtyard, and Lu Zhenghan was standing in front of her, Xia Qiuran would have seriously doubted that he was talking to her.

"How did you know?" Xia Qiuran asked doubtfully. She had only been injured for a short while; such a small matter shouldn't have spread so quickly.

"Don't misunderstand, I just happened to be passing by and saw it. You did save me, so I'm not an ungrateful person," Lu Zhenghan explained.

"What misunderstanding? Even if you knelt in front of me with a ring, I would only suspect you were sleepwalking, and I would never have any other thoughts." Xia Qiuran muttered to herself before quickly taking the burn ointment.

She wouldn't let her wound fester, so she naturally used the medicine now that it was available.

"What did you say?" Lu Zhenghan frowned slightly, not having heard clearly.

"Thank you, thank you Commander Lu."

Xia Qiuran thanked her and quickly twisted open the ointment and applied it to her hand.

The contrast between Xia Qiuran's fair skin and the bright red wound was striking. Lu Zhenghan looked down at Xia Qiuran as she gently rubbed the reddened area with a finger.

How could her fingers be so thin? The cooking squad has such heavy work, how does she usually do it?

"Commander Lu, is there anything else?"

Xia Qiuran looked up at Lu Zhenghan in front of her and felt uncomfortable being stared at like that.

"No." Lu Zhenghan immediately turned his head away.

"If there's nothing else, you should go quickly. This is the backyard, and there aren't many people here usually. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us talking alone." Thinking of what happened last night, Xia Qiuran said in a lonely and defiant manner.

Just as Lu Zhenghan turned to leave, a soldier jogged over.

"Commander Lu, you should go and see him quickly, it seems like Tie Tou is about to die."

"What? Take me there right now!" Lu Zhenghan's expression tightened, and he hurriedly ran towards the front yard.

A short while later, Xia Qiuran heard sobbing coming from the direction of the family compound.

Xia Qiuran couldn't concentrate on weaving baskets at this moment.

How could it be so serious, even resulting in a death? He put down the bamboo strips and followed them over.