"If you don't succeed, will you be in danger?" Chu Yue had worry on her face.
Lu Xinghe reached out and caressed her cheek, "I will try to wait until I have a stronger grasp before closing the net."
Hugging Lu Xinghe's narrow waist tightly, Chu Yue hummed.
"I can help you deal with those people without knowing it, but if you need me to do something, my husband must tell me."
"good."
The two of them cuddled tightly like this, and before they knew it, Chu Yue fell asleep.
Lu Xinghe was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he stuffed the clothes he had taken off into the quilt and put them on her, with gentle movements, as if he were caring for a fragile porcelain doll.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping little wife in his arms, Lu Xinghe's eyes were filled with deep affection. For a moment, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and he lowered his head to kiss her forehead, as if he was pouring all his tenderness into her.
…
Chu Yue thought that after Wu Yong took Wu Xiuwen and his wife back, he would let them live happily in the house, but she didn't expect that the couple came to work at the medical center the next day as if nothing had happened.
There was just uncontrollable joy in his expression.
"Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu, I thought you were going to enjoy the blessings with Wu Yong and you wouldn't be here." Chu Yue joked.
Wu Xiuwen laughed and said while tidying up the consultation table, "How could it be? If I don't come over, how busy will you be?"
Chu Yue smiled, turned towards him and said, "Thank you, Uncle Wu, for still thinking of me."
Wu Xiuwen saw this and quickly turned away.
"Princess, please stop making fun of me. Is your courtesy something that we ordinary people can afford?"
Chu Yue picked up the bamboo tray, smoothed the medicinal materials in it, and asked Ningdong to take it to the yard to dry.
Then he turned to look at Wu Xiuwen and said with a relaxed face, "Since I call Wu Yong brother, Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu are also my elders. What can I not bear?"
Hearing this, not only Wu Xiuwen was stunned, but also Liu's hand wiping the table and stool stopped.
She turned her head and looked at Chu Yue, who was arranging the medicinal materials at the counter without any pretense as a princess, and a trace of distress flashed across her face.
If Chu Youqian and his wife hadn't gone too far, the princess wouldn't have lost her natal family.
Her son will not...
well!
How could she, a mother, not understand what her son was thinking?
The first thing he did after coming back was to go straight to Xingyue Medical Center with a gift. What could it be for?
After all, it’s just fate.
She turned back, continued wiping the tables and chairs, and said warmly, "To be offensive, if the princess doesn't mind, she can treat us as her natal family in the future."
Chu Yue looked at Mrs. Liu with some surprise. After a while, she smiled with red eyes and said, "I don't dislike it, of course I don't dislike it."
Wu Xiuwen glanced in Liu's direction and saw that she was still wiping the tables and chairs without too much expression on her face, so she turned her head and continued to organize the objects on the table.
He actually understood his son's thoughts, but now that Chu Yue was married to someone else, it would be good if the two of them could get along as brother and sister.
While Chu Yue was busy working in the medical center, a tall figure appeared at the door of the medical center.
"I heard Wu Yong's people talking about you yesterday. I didn't expect you to be here."
Chu Yue looked up and didn't realize who it was for a moment.
"Who are you?"
"Liao Meng."
After the man finished speaking, he sat down opposite Chu Yue. His tall and strong body sat in front of Chu Yue, which formed a sharp contrast with the slender Chu Yue, making Chu Yue look even skinnier.
Chu Yue frowned and recalled the name in her mind.
Seeing this, Liao Meng pretended to cough twice and said with some embarrassment, "There were so many people on the battlefield at that time, and you have never heard of my name. It's normal if you don't remember."
"Liao Meng..." Chu Yue asked with some uncertainty, "Are you General Liao?"
She had some impression that when she was detoxifying the soldiers on the battlefield in the Western Regions, Liao Meng's men came to her again and again to bandage him.
But she was very busy at the time, and Liao Meng's injury was not too serious, so she asked another doctor to go on her behalf.
Seeing Chu Yue thinking of him, Liao Meng slapped his thigh.
"Oh! You actually still remember me."
Chu Yue pursed her lips and smiled, her eyebrows arched.
"General Liao, how can you not remember?" She looked at Liao Meng with some confusion, "I wonder why General Liao came to Xingyue Medical Center today?"
Liao Meng raised his eyebrows.
"Don't call me General Liao, General Liao. You can call me Brother Liao."
Although the girl in front of him was petite, she was much bolder than ordinary women, and Liao Meng admired her very much.
Chu Yue followed the good deeds as if they were flowing.
"Brother Liao."
Liao Meng responded, stretched out his big palm and placed it on the hand pillow in front of him.
"I'm here to see a doctor today."
"I wonder what's wrong with Brother Liao?"
Chu Yue asked, while reaching out to take the pulse of Liao Meng's wrist.
The slender white fingers rested on Liao Meng's thick wrist. In his opinion, it was as thin as a chicken's claw.
In the end, Liao Meng resisted the urge to say, "I can crush him with just one handful."
"Tsk! If you're so thin, your family won't give you food?"
"ah?"
Chu Yue looked at him with some confusion.
Liao Meng touched his nose and said, "It's nothing. I was injured on the battlefield before. I may have been bumpy on the road for too long, and the wound hurts badly."
It's not that he didn't find another doctor.
The key is that those quack doctors were not only clumsy, but the wounds they treated did not heal satisfactorily.
"Brother Liao's pulse is not abnormal at the moment. He just lost too much blood and is a little weak. He is recovering from his injuries." She retracted her hand and stood up. "Brother Liao, follow me upstairs. I'll give Brother Liao some help." Treat the wound."
Liao Meng looked at Chu Yue's back, raised his eyebrows and murmured.
"I'm weak, do I need to replenish my body?" He snorted, "Fart! I'm obviously not weak anywhere."
Although he said this, he still awkwardly followed Chu Yue to the second floor.
Liao Meng took off his shirt. The white cotton cloth wrapped around his body was already stained with blood from the wound on his back.
Chu Yue looked at his face and didn't even see him frown, as if it wasn't him who was in pain.
"Brother Liao, this cotton cloth may have been stained on the wound. You endure the pain. I will help you remove the cotton cloth first and then treat the wound again."
Liao Meng put his hands on his knees.
"Just deal with it, I'm not afraid of pain."
Although Liao Meng said this, Chu Yue was still very careful when handling it, especially when taking out the last layer of cotton.
The last layer of cotton cloth is already tightly attached to the wound. If it is not removed, it will grow together with the flesh and blood.
Seeing this, Chu Yue used scissors to cut off the rest of the cotton cloth.
She glanced in Liao Meng's direction.
"Brother Liao, it's the last level."
This time, Liao Meng just hummed and said nothing.
