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

Gu Zheng's brothers, who had risked their lives for each other, all gaped with mouths wide enough to fit an egg, their eyes bulging.

They had seen real battles on the battlefield, but they had never seen such a silent and deadly duel between "cultured people".

This isn't just petty jealousy and love squabbles.

This is clearly a dimensional reduction attack!

The pride and smugness in Gu Zheng's chest almost materialized into a tail wagging in the sky.

He felt extremely relieved to see Song Sisi looking so stunned.

Look, this is my woman!

Just as he was about to say a few more sarcastic remarks to solidify his triumphant image as the victor, a sudden change occurred!

"Miracle Doctor Sister!"

Song Sisi stomped her foot suddenly, and because the movement was too violent, her knees buckled and she almost fell. But she didn't care, like a small firecracker that had been lit, she pushed aside Gu Zheng who was blocking her way, rushed over and grabbed Ye Zhen's hand tightly.

"Bang!"

Gu Zheng was pushed so hard by her that he stumbled and almost lost his balance.

The smugness on his face froze instantly, then gradually darkened.

That's not how the script was written!

I'm here to show off my wife, not to give her away!

This brat, doesn't she know what it means for men and women not to touch each other?!

Song Sisi didn't care what he was thinking. Her eyes shone as she stared at Ye Zhen, as if she had seen a living bodhisattva to save her from suffering, and she launched into a barrage of questions:

"Dr. Ye! No, Sister Ye! You're like a second parent to me! Let me tell you, the military doctor in our unit, and the experts from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, all said it was a minor problem and told me to rest more! What good is rest? I can't even sleep when the pain is bad! You're amazing! How did you know it at a glance? Quick! Write me a prescription right now! I'll go get the medicine right away!"

She grabbed Ye Zhen's hand, shaking it excitedly, as if they were long-lost sisters.

Gu Linlin, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

She was originally expecting Song Sisi to press on and humiliate Ye Zhen to the point of being ashamed, but how did the situation suddenly change like this?

She leaned closer, unwilling to give up, trying to sow discord: "Sister Sisi, you can't just use medicine like that, what if it makes you sick..."

"Shut up!"

Without turning her head, Song Sisi retorted angrily, her voice booming, "What do you know! Sister Ye's symptoms are exactly the same as mine! Do you even know what a meniscus is? Get out of my way, don't delay my appointment!"

Gu Linlin's face turned bright red from the yelling, turning a deep purplish-red. She stood there, like a clown who had been slapped in public, unsure whether to stay or leave.

Gu Zheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He stared intently at the hand that Song Sisi was holding Ye Zhen's.

That's my hand!

I haven't even gotten close to holding his hand yet!

"Ahem!" Li Dahei, a dark-skinned man next to Gu Zheng, nudged him with his elbow with an envious look and asked in a low voice, "Boss, um... does your wife's family have any younger sisters? The unmarried kind?"

Gu Zheng turned his head sharply, his death stare fixed on Li Dahei.

"roll!"

He raised his leg and kicked, but of course he didn't really use any force; it was just a feint.

"Want to be my brother-in-law? Maybe you'll get a better reincarnation next time!"

Li Dahei chuckled and jumped away, winking at him.

Ye Zhen, who was surrounded by the crowd, remained calm throughout.

She subtly withdrew her hand from Song Sisi's overly enthusiastic grasp, her tone still that of a doctor speaking to a patient: "There's no paper or pen here. When we get back, I'll write you a detailed prescription and draw a sketch of rehabilitation exercises for you to follow."

Rehabilitation training sketch?

What new term is this?

Song Sisi was stunned, but she was impressed even though she didn't understand. She felt that the other person's professionalism had reached a new level.

She nodded vigorously, "Okay, okay! Sister Ye, where do you live? I'll come find you tonight to get it! No, no, no, I'll go back with you right now!"

As she spoke, she affectionately tried to take Ye Zhen's arm, acting as if she were her follower on the spot.

Gu Zheng finally reached his breaking point.

He rushed forward in one stride, stretched out his long arm again, and forcefully "snatched" Ye Zhen back from Song Sisi, pulling her tightly into his arms.

His face darkened as he glared at Song Sisi, who was clinging to him like a puppy, and declared through gritted teeth, "She's my wife! You better step back!"

Song Sisi wasn't afraid of him at all. Instead, she made a face at him, then put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, and loudly announced to the group of soldiers watching the spectacle:

"Did you all hear that? From now on, Sister Ye Zhen is my, Song Sisi's, own sister! Anyone who dares to bully her is going against me, Song Sisi! Going against me is going against Dad! Do you understand?!"

The moment the name of Deputy Commander Song was mentioned, everyone's expression tightened.

This talisman is much more effective than Gu Zheng's "I'll skin you alive"!

"Pfft—Hahaha!"

I don't know who couldn't hold back first, but then the soldiers around us burst into a deafening roar of laughter.

"Hahaha, boss, you've fallen out of favor!"

"My sister-in-law is amazing! She tamed the little firecracker in our compound the moment she arrived!"

"Boss, your status in the family is seriously questionable! This is a complete disaster!"

The sounds of commotion and teasing rose and fell.

Gu Zheng held the person in his arms, listening to his brothers' bursts of laughter. His handsome face was a mixture of anger and laughter, his expression as complex as a color palette.

He looked down at Ye Zhen in his arms.

The woman remained aloof and indifferent, but her clear eyes now reflected his embarrassed yet domineering appearance, and deep within them seemed to hide a faint smile he had never seen before.

Like a feather, it gently brushed against the tip of his heart.

His heart skipped a beat, and he tightened his grip on her arm.

He leaned close to her ear and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, gritted his teeth menacingly with an unreasonable, roguish air:

"What are you laughing at? I'll settle the score with you when we get back!"

The warm breath sprayed onto her earlobes, and Ye Zhen's ears instantly turned red.

She turned her head slightly to avoid his burning gaze, but did not struggle.

……

That evening, Ye Zhen changed the dressing on Gu Zheng's leg wound in the room. After this period of careful care, the wound had healed very well, leaving only a light pink scar.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of cotton swabs rubbing against skin.

Gu Zheng stared intently at her focused and gentle profile, watching her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under the light, and a soft spot in his heart melted. He suddenly spoke, his voice slightly muffled, carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation: "After Song Sisi's behavior today, you... didn't have any thoughts?"

Ye Zhen paused in her action of changing the dressing. She looked up and met his deep, probing gaze, her expression somewhat bewildered.

A few seconds later, she realized what he meant. She thought about it seriously, then asked in a serious tone, as if discussing an academic issue, "Jealousy? That's the irritating sensation produced by acetic acid on the taste buds in the mouth, which promotes the secretion of saliva and gastric acid. From a physiological point of view, I don't like it."

"..."

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

What was he expecting? A coquettish denial, a slightly sarcastic question, or even a hint of awkwardness. But what did he get? She gave him a hardcore explanation of a chemical term.

He was both furious and incredibly amused. This woman's thought process was always so quirky that it caught him completely off guard.

He reached out and ruffled her soft hair in an annoyed manner, deliberately messing up her newly tied ponytail.

"You're such a blockhead!" he said through gritted teeth, yet helplessly.

Ye Zhen was bewildered by his rubbing, frowned and slapped his hand away, tidying her hair again, a rare hint of anger appearing on her usually cool face.

Looking at her lively expression, Gu Zheng complained, but his heart was filled with sweetness. He knew she wasn't indifferent; it was absolute trust. This kind of trust, which needed no explanation or testing, was more precious and reassuring than any sweet words.

He took her hand, which was fixing her hair, and brought it to his lips, planting a hot and solemn kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ye Zhen," he said, enunciating each word with utmost seriousness, "in my life, I've seen everything, from bullets to sweet-coated bullets. But I've only ever considered you, you alone."

Ye Zhen's heart skipped a beat at that moment. The warmth of his lips on the back of her hand felt like an electric current, instantly spreading throughout her body.