After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

The air was eerily quiet.

Ye Zhen looked at Gu Zheng's handsome face, which was full of "I've got you all figured out," but her heart remained completely unmoved.

How naive. She was sick of this approach when she was training interns in her past life.

Feeding?

Sure.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the fleeting coldness in her eyes. When she looked up again, her expression was professional yet aloof.

"Can."

Her answer was crisp and straightforward, which surprised Gu Zheng, who had prepared a whole bunch of bluffing remarks.

"However," Ye Zhen added, her voice as cold as announcing surgical procedures, "since I am your attending physician, all treatment plans must be carried out according to my rules. Commander Gu, can you do that?"

Gu Zheng's dark eyes deepened as he stared at her for a few seconds before suddenly chuckling softly.

interesting.

Instead of crying or making a fuss, the woman turned the tables, transforming "feeding" from an ambiguous private affair into a cold, impersonal "medical procedure."

He likes the thorny kind.

"Of course." He nodded lazily, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I'll do whatever Dr. Ye says."

……

The next day, lunchtime.

In the VIP ward, Gu Zheng leaned back on the bed, having changed into a clean white shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs, exuding a powerful aura of masculinity.

He was certain that Ye Zhen would either be too afraid to come, or she would come blushing and acting coy.

No matter which one, he always has a backup plan.

The ward door was pushed open, and Ye Zhen appeared right on time.

She was still wearing a white coat, holding a stainless steel treatment tray covered with a sterile cloth, her expression impeccable.

Head Nurse Liu followed behind her, carrying a lunchbox, her face displaying a strange expression of wanting to laugh but not daring to.

"Commander Gu, it's lunchtime." Ye Zhen walked to the bedside and carefully placed the plate down.

Gu Zheng raised an eyebrow, looking relaxed: "Thank you for your trouble."

Then, he watched as Ye Zhen lifted the cloth.

Good heavens! The things on the plate made Gu Zheng's eyelids twitch: a pair of latex gloves, a tongue depressor, and a pair of... gleaming surgical forceps!

The smile on Gu Zheng's face cracked instantly.

Ye Zhen didn't even look at him, and put on her gloves by herself, her movements as precise as if she were going to defuse a bomb.

She opened the lunchbox; inside were millet porridge and finely chopped vegetables and minced meat.

The next second, she picked up the shiny long tweezers, precisely picked up a small handful of green vegetables, and held it to Gu Zheng's lips, her tone as flat as if she were giving an order over a walkie-talkie.

"Open your mouth to test your swallowing reflex."

"..."

"Pfft—" Nurse Liu, who was standing at the door, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. She quickly covered her mouth, turned around and ran away, her shoulders shaking like a leaf, afraid that Gu Yanwang would settle scores with her later.

Gu Zheng's face darkened.

In his more than 20 years of life, this was the first time someone had dared to play with him like this.

The clown is actually myself?

He stared intently at the tweezers capable of severing blood vessels, then met Ye Zhen's clear, emotionless eyes. Those eyes seemed to say: You wanted to feed her, didn't you? This is the most standard, hygienic way to feed her, aren't you satisfied?

After a long while, Gu Zheng suddenly chuckled softly, his chest vibrating, which made his wound ache.

Far from being angry, he found the whole thing incredibly exciting.

He leaned forward slightly, opened his mouth, and ate the handful of greens with the cold tweezers.

Ye Zhen's wrist paused almost imperceptibly.

She thought he would get angry, but to her surprise, he cooperated.

"It tastes good," Gu Zheng chewed on his vegetables, his dark eyes gleaming with a wolf-like light as he stared intently at her. "Dr. Ye's service is indeed professional. Continue."

Ye Zhen: "..."

With a blank expression, she used those long tweezers to feed him the entire meal, bite by bite.

Throughout the entire process, Gu Zheng watched her with great interest. He watched how her slender fingers manipulated the cold instruments, watched her jawline tighten slightly because of his gaze, and watched the faint blush that involuntarily rose at the base of her ears.

Teasing her gives me more satisfaction than winning a battle.

After finishing the meal, Ye Zhen put away her "tools of the trade," looking as if she had just finished an eight-hour surgery.

Just as she was about to leave, Gu Zheng spoke again.

"Dr. Ye, we've eaten. What's next?"

Ye Zhen took a deep breath and pulled a hard-cover notebook out of her white coat pocket.

With a "snap," she opened the notebook, which was filled with writing, looking like a death warrant.

"Next, it's time for your rehabilitation training."

She began to read aloud expressionlessly:

Based on your injury assessment, the daily schedule for the first phase of your post-operative rehabilitation plan is as follows:

"At 9 a.m., do 500 ankle pump exercises and 300 isometric contractions of the quadriceps."

"At 3 PM, practice abdominal breathing combined with pursed-lip breathing, 20 times per set, 10 sets per day, to prevent lung infections."

"At 9 p.m., cognitive function intervention, including reading newspapers and number memory training, is conducted to prevent intellectual decline caused by shock and hypoxia."

The smile on Gu Zheng's face disappeared inch by inch as she spoke.

This is supposed to be rehabilitation? This is torture!

Preventing intellectual decline? That's treating him like a fool!

"Ye Zhen," Gu Zheng interrupted her, his voice deepening and carrying a hint of the imposing presence of "Gu the King of Hell," "you call this rehabilitation?"

"I'm responsible for your health." Ye Zhen closed her notebook, looked up at him, her gaze open and honest. "Commander Gu, you asked me to be your attending physician. My patients must receive the most scientific treatment. If you can't cooperate, you can request a replacement at any time."

She casually shifted the blame back to her.

Gu Zheng was speechless for a long time after being choked by her words.

He finally realized that he had lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot, which was in a cast.

Row.

you are vicious.

Gu Zheng gritted his teeth, practically forcing out the three words: "I! Cooperate!"

Ye Zhen nodded and turned to leave.

Watching her disappearing figure through the doorway, her slender yet straight shoulders fueled the nameless fire and intense desire to conquer within Gu Zheng.