Chapter 641: Looks Like Being in a Good Mood Also Has the Effect of Speeding Up Wound Recovery

Geng Shuangling hadn't expected her fourth sister-in-law-to-be from her aunt's house to be so easy to get along with — far more easygoing than her own sisters-in-law at home: "Just don't find me a bother when the time comes."

"With you being so lively and chatty, who could possibly mind?"

Fu's mother returned shortly, pointed at the nutritional supplements on the bed: "Chuxue, don't just busy yourself taking care of him — you should nourish yourself too. Well then, we'll be off first. I'll come by the day after tomorrow. You've worked hard these past few days."

Chuxue didn't say anything like "it's what I should do," only told her to go back and handle work with peace of mind, and to come by the day after tomorrow.

Geng Shuangling, however, was a bit reluctant to part: "Fourth sister-in-law, when I have time I'll come find you at the rolling mill."

After seeing off Fu's mother and her niece, Chuxue had only just reached the ward door when she heard: "Deputy Battalion Commander Fu, you really are a lucky man. Your wife isn't only pretty, her cooking is great too — that fish soup at noon nearly made me drool to death. If only I could have a bowl as well."

Hearing this, Chuxue didn't feel the slightest bit put off. In fact, making a bit more wouldn't be impossible, and sharing a bowl with them was no big deal — after all, without their bloodshed and sacrifice, where would peaceful days come from?

To say something that invites ridicule—in a past life, for a stretch of time, she kept wanting to find a soldier as a partner, thinking he would guard the country while she guarded him, and when the time came she'd buy a house in the place where he was stationed, so he could come home to reunite whenever he had leave.

Sometimes when scrolling videos and seeing those wounded soldiers, her heart ached terribly, wishing she had superpowers so she could help them.

Now that she had such a chance, she secretly resolved in her heart that for the next several meals, she'd bring a portion for each of them — even if it was just a small token of her regard.

Seeing Chuxue come in, everyone fell silent.

Deputy Battalion Commander Fu had warned them to keep their talk in check, not to scare off his fiancée.

Just as she was about to enter, Physician Zhao came in with her students.

She went first to the innermost bed where Fu Yan Cheng lay: "Has today's medicine been changed?"

A little nurse following behind her said: "Because the patient only just woke not long ago, we haven't had a chance to change it yet."

Physician Zhao had someone bring scissors, personally snipped open one spot, and after a careful examination, straightened up with a thoughtful look. After a long while she said: "Youth really is an advantage — Deputy Battalion Commander Fu's constitution is genuinely excellent. In just half a day, he's improved quite a bit compared to when he first woke."

She glanced at Chuxue standing to one side and teased: "Looks like being in a good mood has the effect of speeding up wound recovery."

Everyone naturally knew what Physician Zhao meant by that, and all laughed good-naturedly.

Fu Yan Cheng's lips curved into a smile too, and he didn't forget to look at Chuxue standing not far away. It happened that Chuxue was also looking over at him — the two locked eyes, brimming with tender affection, truly envying everyone else in the ward.

Physician Zhao instructed the nurse to change the dressing in a while, then looked at Fu Yan Cheng: "At this rate, in just a few days you'll be able to be discharged and recover at home."

After a few more instructions, she turned at last to Guo Dajiang in the middle bed. But after the examination, Physician Zhao's tone was far from kind: "If you injure yourself a second time, I can't guarantee this leg of yours will leave the hospital safely. Don't think I'm trying to scare you — the wound is already showing signs of inflammation. Do you not want this leg anymore?"

Seeing that Physician Zhao was truly angry, Guo Dajiang said: "Physician Zhao, I know I was wrong. I swear I won't sneak downstairs again."

Physician Zhao said testily: "Not just that — daily nutrition has to keep up too."

Hearing this, Chuxue couldn't help but look up at Guo Dajiang. Earlier she had heard those soldiers call him instructor — even a company-level instructor's pay shouldn't be that low, right? How could his nutrition possibly be falling behind when he was the one injured?