Chapter 259: Song Jingyu's Partiality

Several young soldiers looked at Sun Dazhi, their eyes inevitably becoming a little moist; they all knew how important this competition was for the squad leader, and if the squad leader couldn't stand out in this competition, he would very likely have to change jobs.

They love this place so much, how could they bear to leave? Moreover, the old squad leader has been here for ten years; the squad leader's affection for the military camp is beyond theirs.

"Doctor Su, we were wrong before and offended you; please help our squad leader!"

Song Jingyu stood nearby with a tense expression; no one understood Sun Dazhi's situation better than he did.

Su Ruo was not the type to hold a grudge; since the other side had already apologized, if she continued to hold on, it would seem somewhat unreasonable.

Although Su Ruo decided to help Sun Dazhi, she didn't overpromise, lest if they failed, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"I can try, but I cannot guarantee that it will definitely succeed."

After Su Ruo finished speaking, the faces of several young soldiers instantly lit up with smiles; Sun Dazhi, emotionally moved, looked at Su Ruo and said, "Doctor Su, thank you!"

Su Ruo said in a calm tone: "I'm just going to try; no one can guarantee the outcome, and the process will be very painful—whether you can endure it is up to you."

Sun Dazhi didn't mind at all; in his heart, Su Ruo's aloof demeanor made her seem like a divine doctor—there was no illness she couldn't cure in this world.

Back when the regimental commander was severely injured, everyone was helpless, but Su Ruo cured him; his injury will certainly be fine as well.

"Doctor Su, by helping me this time, you are like my reborn parents; from now on, if you have any business, I, Sun Dazhi, will certainly not shirk."

Su Ruo looked at Sun Dazhi; although his behavior was a bit coarse, he was not a bad person, and she liked his straightforward personality.

After making her decision, Su Ruo didn't delay; she had Sun Dazhi lie on the hospital bed and went to the pharmacy to prepare the medicine.

When Su Ruo returned, she held a basin of dark, murky ointment, and a strong scent of traditional Chinese medicine spread through the air.

Su Ruo put down the ointment in her hand and had several young soldiers hold Sun Dazhi down: "I'm now going to reset your fractured arm; it will hurt a little, please bear with it."

Sun Dazhi nodded solemnly upon hearing that.

Su Ruo found the right spot; with just a few crackling sounds, she set Sun Dazhi's displaced bone back into place.

But these simple actions changed Sun Dazhi's complexion; pain caused a ring of cold sweat on his forehead, yet as a soldier he gritted his teeth and made no sound.

This made Su Ruo look at him with renewed respect.

After aligning Sun Dazhi's arm, Su Ruo picked up the prepared ointment and evenly applied it to his wound.

When the ointment was first applied, it felt icy cold, greatly relieving Sun Dazhi's pain.

Su Ruo: "This ointment helps your wound quickly reduce inflammation and promotes bone growth and recovery."

But after applying the ointment, if the growth is too rapid, it may also cause a stinging, itchy sensation; remember, no matter how uncomfortable, you must not scratch it, nor remove the bandage on your own; if you really can't endure it, come find me.

Sun Dazhi said firmly: "Doctor Su, rest assured; as long as my arm can be healed, I can endure anything."

Su Ruo merely gave Sun Dazhi a faint glance, said no more; the pain involved is something only those who have experienced it understand—whether he can endure it is up to him.

"Come back for a follow‑up in three days; these few days, try not to move the arm and keep it dry."

After the treatment, several young soldiers thanked Su Ruo repeatedly before leaving.

Only Su Ruo and Song Jingyu remained in the infirmary.

"Thank you!"

Song Jingyu's tone was light, but when it fell into Su Ruo's ears, it felt as heavy as a thousand jin.

Su Ruo, while tidying up, said: "You don't need to thank me; as a doctor, healing and saving lives is my duty."

As a soldier, no one understands duty and mission better than Song Jingyu; it's as if he is always ready to sacrifice his life for his responsibilities.

But he couldn't suppress the gratitude deep in his heart for Su Ruo.

Healing and saving lives is indeed a doctor's duty, but a good doctor can sometimes change a person's fate, or even that of an entire family.

If it weren't for meeting Su Ruo, he and Li Dazhi might have spent their whole lives in the countryside; even with great ambitions, they would be destined to lead ordinary, unremarkable lives.

It was Su Ruo who gave them a second chance, allowing them to go further on the path they loved.

But Song Jingyu was not naturally eloquent; even with a thousand thoughts in his heart, he didn't know how to put them into words.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat heavy for a moment.

Still, Su Ruo was the first to break the silence: "Let's go, let's eat; since you insist on thanking me, just treat me to a meal."

Song Jingyu immediately smiled and said: "Good!"

Because treating Sun Dazhi had taken some time, by the time Su Ruo and the others reached the canteen, there wasn't much food left.

Su Ruo looked at the nearly empty boiled vegetables and really had no appetite.

Song Jingyu saw through Su Ruo's thoughts at a glance; he waved to the canteen head chef and ordered a plate of braised pork, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a plate of vegetables.

The canteen head chef, hearing this, laughed and said to Song Jingyu: "All right, it'll be right up; Regimental Commander Song, please wait a moment."

Su Ruo's eyes lit up as she looked at Song Jingyu; she hadn't expected that one could order dishes here.

Being looked at by Su Ruo made Song Jingyu's cheeks flush slightly; he raised his hand to his lips, gave a light cough, then said: "Unit regulations allow regimental‑level officers to have a private stove."

Upon hearing that, the excitement in Su Ruo's eyes flickered with disappointment; she had thought anyone could do it—turns out Song Jingyu has special privileges.

However, Su Ruo's mood quickly recovered; she bright‑eyedly looked at Song Jingyu and asked: "So if I get a craving later, can I ask you to fire up the private stove for me?"

Actually, Song Jingyu isn't particularly indulgent in food; although he has this privilege, he has never used it.

First, he finds it troublesome; second, he thinks it looks bad.

Today, if Su Ruo hadn't helped Sun Dazhi and he hadn't promised to treat her to a meal, he wouldn't be doing this.

But at this moment, looking at Su Ruo's bright, sparkling eyes, Song Jingyu's heart sped up a few beats, and he found it impossible to refuse her request.

"All right, but not too often—at most once a week."

After Song Jingyu said that, he nervously checked Su Ruo's face; before she could speak, he was already convincing himself that three times a week would also be fine.

That little girl is so thin and works so hard; she ought to eat something good to build herself up.

Song Jingyu said to himself: "A person shouldn't be too stubborn."