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

The next morning, Ye Zhen was invited to the study in the backyard by Butler Fu.

Grandpa Gu was wearing a white martial arts uniform and practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard. His movements were steady and powerful, and he didn't look like an old man who was nearly seventy years old at all.

Ye Zhen thought this would be an even more rigorous "interview." Perhaps it was a reprimand, or a warning, to make her realize her true identity.

However, after finishing his work, the old man took the towel handed to him by the guard, wiped his sweat, and simply said to her calmly, "Girl, come here. I've heard you're a very good doctor, take a look at this old body of mine."

There was no pressure or interrogation; it was just like an ordinary elderly person in the community asking their neighbor's doctor child to check their health.

A faint scent of ink filled the study. Ye Zhen picked up a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor and began to examine the old man.

How's your sleep lately? How many times do you get up at night?

"Your blood pressure is a little high. Do you usually eat a heavy, salty diet?"

"Do your knees hurt on rainy days? Let me hear it."

Her questions were professional and concise, and her movements were swift and efficient. The old man was very cooperative, answering every question.

During the examination, the old man chatted casually.

"Ah Zheng has been stubborn since he was little. When he was seven, his mother had just passed away, and he ran off to the back mountain by himself and couldn't be found by anyone. I sent a whole company of soldiers to look for him, and they finally found him sleeping, hugging the crabapple tree that his mother loved most. His lips were purple from the cold, but he didn't cry."

"Half of the wounds on his body were sustained on the southwestern border. The worst one was when the bullet missed his heart by only three centimeters. When I visited him, he joked that the King of Hell thought he was too noisy and sent him back."

The old man spoke calmly, as if he were telling someone else's story. But Ye Zhen could hear the deep affection and helplessness about the past hidden in his seemingly calm tone.

She seemed to see a stubborn, lonely little boy who wrapped himself in a hard shell, slowly growing into a man who could still laugh with a roguish charm even amidst gunfire.

Something in her heart was gently touched.

After the examination, Ye Zhen put away her instruments. Instead of stating her conclusion directly, she went to her desk, picked up a pen and paper, and drafted a detailed recuperation plan for the old man.

"Sir, you have a very good constitution, but your high blood pressure and chronic leg pain require long-term care." She said as she wrote, "In terms of diet, you should eat low-salt and low-fat foods. I'll give you a recipe; just follow it in the kitchen. As for exercise, Tai Chi is very good, but you can add half an hour of brisk walking every morning."

Her handwriting is neat and powerful, clear and organized, and detailed down to the daily diet, exercise time, and dosage of medicine.

This professionalism and dedication left even the housekeeper, Mr. Fu, speechless.

Grandpa Gu took the few pages of paper, put on his reading glasses, and read them carefully. Having spent his life in the military and seen countless people, he could tell at a glance whether someone was sincere or not.

This girl really cares about this old man.

He put down the paper, looked at Ye Zhen, and his gaze held a hint of approval and warmth.

"Girl," he suddenly asked, "look at my body, how many more years do I have left to live?"

This question carries a hint of the old man's playfulness and probing.

Ye Zhen answered without hesitation: "If you do as I say, take good care of yourself, quit smoking, and get angry less, you can live another ten or eight years without any problem. If you continue to act as you used to, doing whatever you want and getting angry with people every few days, then let alone ten years, it's hard to say even three or five years."

Butler Fu, who was listening nearby, was terrified. How dare this girl speak to the old man like that!

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Old Master Gu was first stunned, then burst into laughter. His loud laughter shook the windows.

"Good! Good! You little rascal, you dare to tell the truth more than all my boys combined!" He pointed at Ye Zhen, laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down his face. "I like it!"

As the laughter subsided, the atmosphere in the study became more relaxed.

Just then, Gu Zheng walked in. He had clearly just finished his morning exercise, as there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Grandpa, you called Zhenzhen over so early in the morning, did you make things difficult for her?" he said, walking naturally to stand next to Ye Zhen.

"Do I look like such an unreasonable person?" The old man glared at him, then his gaze swept between the two of them, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "I'm just asking, when are you two going to give me a great-grandchild to hold?"

The old man took out a simple, antique-looking porcelain bottle from his desk drawer.

"I have a family secret recipe for conceiving a son, passed down through generations in the Gu family. It's said to be incredibly effective. Girl, would you like to give it a try?"

"Pfft—cough cough!"

Ye Zhen and Gu Zheng both choked on their own saliva.

Ye Zhen's cheeks instantly flushed with an unnatural blush. She never expected the topic to suddenly jump to this level.

Gu Zheng reacted quickly. He put one arm around Ye Zhen's shoulder, pulling her half-into his arms, helping her catch her breath while winking and acting coquettishly at the old man: "Grandpa, you're getting too anxious. This... it depends on fate... and also on my back!"

As he spoke, he deliberately raised an eyebrow at Ye Zhen, giving her a knowing look.

Ye Zhen had just caught her breath when her words infuriated her again. She looked up, meeting his mocking gaze, and calmly said:

"Commander Gu, I see your leg injury is healing well, and your core strength is also quite good. Would you like me to give you a deep massage tonight to consolidate the effects? I recently researched a new neuromuscular activation technique that I guarantee you'll find unforgettable."

She emphasized the words "deep massage" and "deeply impressive".

Gu Zheng's smile froze on his face. He had no doubt that, given Ye Zhen's understanding of human anatomy, her "massage" would definitely make him experience what it meant to wish he were dead.

He immediately released Ye Zhen, obediently sat down on the chair next to her, and shut up.

Grandpa Gu's smile deepened as he watched the young couple's playful banter. He knew that his unruly grandson had finally met his match.

He nodded in satisfaction and took a jade pendant strung on a red cord from his neck. The jade pendant was warm and translucent, and carved with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns in ancient style; it was clearly a treasure passed down for many years.

The old man stood up, walked to Ye Zhen, and personally put the jade pendant on her.

The cool jade pendant pressed against her warm skin, and Ye Zhen froze.

"Girl," the old man's voice became solemn and authoritative. He patted Ye Zhen's hand and said, word by word, "From today onwards, you are the undisputed granddaughter-in-law of the Gu family. If anyone dares to bully you or go against the Gu family, Grandpa will be the first to object!"